Darkness Rises (Immortal Guardians) (17 page)

Her brother wasn’t taking this very well. He was worried about her, afraid Étienne was screwing with her head (even more so now that he knew Étienne was a telepath), afraid the whole immortal versus vampire thing was bullshit, even though the concept of both being caused by a virus intrigued the medicine lover in him.

Krysta didn’t blame him. He had only had twenty-four hours to try to figure this out while she had known, or suspected, for two weeks now that Étienne was different.

And there was also the whole attraction thing that softened her toward Étienne.

Or blinded her to the truth, as Sean feared.

But Krysta didn’t think so. Vampires were insane. They were mentally off, and anyone who spent two minutes in their company knew it. Not once, all day, had any of the immortals she had met done anything to suggest they weren’t completely lucid. Not once had she felt threatened by them.

Nervous? Yes. Confused? Yes. In danger of being harmed by them? No.

“Who is David?” she asked as dark arboreal shadows in monstrous proportions whizzed past outside the window. The meeting to which they had all been summoned would be held at the home of someone named David, who seemed to live way out in the middle of nowhere.

Seated beside her, Étienne said, “David is the second eldest, most powerful immortal in existence.”

“How old is he?”

“I don’t know exactly and suspect he ceased counting centuries ago. Suffice it to say, he is old enough to have witnessed biblical events.”

Her neck popped as her head snapped in his direction. “What?”

Sean turned to look at them over his shoulder. “Are you saying he’s thousands of years old?”

“Yes.”

“Do vampires live that long?” Sean asked, mimicking her own thoughts.

“No. Vampires rarely live a century because of the madness that claims them. Either they kill each other in fits of rage, are hunted and killed by immortals, or grow careless and inadvertently bring about their own destruction.”

Krysta couldn’t even imagine living that long. She had suspected vampires didn’t live as long as movies and books often claimed they did. But immortals . . .

Living thousands of years? What was that like?

“You said second eldest,” she murmured. “Is the tall one I met earlier older?”

“Yes. And he’s only about an inch taller than David.”

Sean frowned at her. “You met another one?”

She nodded. “He must have been six foot seven or eight, and he positively oozed power.”

Sean shifted his gaze to Étienne. “Just what are these elders’ gifts?”

“Don’t answer that,” Cam said, catching Étienne’s gaze in the rearview mirror.

Krysta waited for Étienne to respond.

He remained silent, disappointing her, but she couldn’t fault him for it. Sean wasn’t exactly cooperating. Or he was, but had put up quite the verbal fight in an attempt to avoid this meeting. The idea of being sequestered in a home with over a dozen immortals was very unnerving.

So Krysta could see why Étienne might be reluctant to share more secrets without first securing Sean’s favor.

“We’re here,” Cam announced, turning onto a secluded drive and following it to a tall security gate. Heavy silence filled the car as he rolled down his window, reached out, and entered a security code she couldn’t see from her vantage point.

The majestic gates swung open on well-oiled hinges.

Dark trees towered over them, blocking out the moon, as the car crawled forward along a winding road that ended in a circular drive full of . . . hybrids and electric cars?

Sean peered through the window as Cam parked behind a shiny black Prius. “Are you guys, like, environmentalists or something?”

“
All
of our senses are heightened,” Étienne said, “not just our vision. Our sense of smell is more acute than a polar bear’s or an arctic fox’s. The pollution you barely notice that makes the air smell a little stale to you makes it smell to us as though we’re living downwind of a garbage dump on a hot summer’s day.”

Krysta grimaced. “That sucks.”

He nodded. “Particularly since most of us have lived long enough to remember what the world smelled like before the industrial revolution.”

Cam exited the car and pocketed the keys.

Étienne opened his door, stepped out, and circled around to open Krysta’s before she could reach for the handle.

She took the hand he gallantly offered and let him help her from the car.

Did she
need
the help?

Of course not.

Did she leap at the excuse to touch him?

Absolutely.

Sean joined them and slammed his door shut out of habit.

Étienne motioned toward the house. “Shall we?”

 

 

The door swung open at their approach.

Étienne nodded to Darnell, who greeted them all with a smile.

“Hi. You must be Krysta and Sean. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Darnell, David’s Second.”

Krysta and Sean each shook his hand.

“So you’re human?” Sean asked.

“Actually, I’m a
gifted one
like you two.”

That was news to Étienne. He had thought Darnell human.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to let me hold on to your cell phones while you’re here.”

Is that really necessary?
Étienne asked him.

Darnell met Étienne’s gaze.
Yes. We can’t risk them recording anything they see or hear. Chris also wants me to go over them with a metal detector.

Darnell’s lips twitched as he stepped outside with them and held out his hand.

Krysta and Sean dropped their phones into it, their irritation obvious.

Darnell checked the phones to ensure they were turned off, then pocketed them. “I’ll return them to you when you leave.” He reached behind him and pulled a handheld metal detector from his back pocket.

Étienne sighed. “I apologize for this.”

Krysta did not look pleased. “So you expect
me
to trust
you
, even though
you
clearly don’t trust
me?
”

“I trust you,” Étienne assured her. He really did.

“If Étienne weren’t attracted to you, the rest of us would, too,” Darnell said, earning Étienne’s wrath. “But smitten immortals have trusted the wrong humans often enough in the past to make us wary under such circumstances.”

A frown creasing her brow, she held out her arms. “Smitten, huh?”

Étienne didn’t deny it.

Sean eyed the two with disapproval.

Darnell passed the wand over Krysta’s head and chest, then down one arm. It beeped.

Pursing her lips, Krysta rolled back the sleeve of the black shirt she had borrowed from Lisette and revealed a small, sheathed dagger she had strapped to her wrist.

Darnell moved on to the other arm without removing the weapon. Another beep. A dagger graced her other wrist as well. Two more beeps revealed more tucked into the waist of her pants.

Étienne raised a brow.

“Well,” she declared defensively, “what did you expect? Total trust? I haven’t known you for that long and am going on faith that you all are what you say you are and aren’t vampires.”

More beeps on her ankles. More weapons.

Darnell found the same on Sean. Étienne wasn’t sure why that surprised him. Krysta had said Sean had skills and Étienne had witnessed as much in her dream.

Darnell pocketed the wand. “Okay. We’re good.”

Krysta stared at him. “What?”

Sean looked at Étienne, then Darnell. “Aren’t you going to confiscate our weapons?”

“No,” they said simultaneously.

Étienne wanted them to feel safe and knew the weapons would lend them a sense of security.

The siblings shared a glance.

“Why not?” Krysta asked.

Darnell shrugged. “Immortals are stronger and faster than vampires. Your weapons are useless against the men and women here tonight.”

And there went the sense of security.

Really?
Étienne asked him.
You couldn’t have said you were letting them keep them as a gesture of faith or friendship?

No.
I
appreciated honesty when
I
stumbled into this world and assumed they would, too.

Étienne grunted, knowing he was right, but not wanting to admit it.

Krysta swallowed. “If you don’t care that we’re carrying weapons, what were you looking for with the metal detector?”

She was sharp. Étienne loved that.

Darnell shrugged. “More cell phones. Voice or video recorders. Anything you might use to capture the meeting digitally.”

And tracking devices. An overlooked tracking device had cost them lives in the past. They wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

Darnell entered the house and gestured for them to follow. “Welcome. And thank you for your cooperation.”

David’s home was large and spacious and tastefully decorated with modern furniture. Étienne had always felt at home here.

“Wow,” Krysta whispered to Sean. “This place is huge. Our whole house wouldn’t even fill this living room.”

David maintained an open-door policy, inviting all immortals, Seconds, and other members of the network to come and go as they pleased. Like Seth, he worked hard to create a family atmosphere. So his home saw a lot of traffic and needed to be big enough to handle it.

Several sofas graced the living room on the right, which bled into a dining room on the left. Étienne turned his attention there and saw that everyone else had already arrived. Everyone save Seth and David.

He guided Krysta toward a table that now seated twenty-eight. A leaf had been added to extend the table and accommodate the Immortal Guardians’ growing numbers.

Conversation ceased as all eyes watched their approach.

The chairs at the head and foot of the table were vacant, reserved for the eldest immortals. At the far end, Ami sat beside her eight-century-old husband Marcus. Ami looked rather pallid tonight. She must have heard about the mercenary attack and, having been the primary target of the last one, was understandably distressed by the news that the threat had resumed.

Roland, the notoriously antisocial, nine-hundred-plus-year-old immortal, sat beside Marcus. The two Brits had known each other for eight centuries and were like brothers. Roland’s wife Sarah, transformed only a couple of years earlier, occupied the seat beside him and leaned into his side.

Next came Yuri and Stanislov and their Seconds. They were fairly new to the area, and Étienne hadn’t had a chance to get to know them very well. Ethan, an American and formerly the youngest immortal in their midst at a hundred years, lounged beside the Russians. Then Edward, another Brit. Their Seconds.

A scowling Chris Reordon occupied the chair across from Ami. Beside him were Dr. Melanie Lipton, only recently transformed, and her husband Bastien, the black sheep of the immortal family who was still pretty widely hated. Next was Bastien’s Second, Tanner. Sheldon, who actually seemed to like Bastien now. Richart. Jenna. Tracy, who was Lisette’s Second. Lisette, who studied Krysta intently.

I like her,
Lisette declared in his head.

You don’t even know her,
he countered.

Can you read her mind?
he asked curiously. He didn’t like the idea of his sister intruding upon Krysta’s thoughts, but wanted to see if he were the only one who couldn’t (most of the time).

She frowned.
No, I can’t. Can you?

A sly smile slid across her pretty features.
Perfect.

He didn’t dispute it. It was hard to pursue a relationship with someone when you could hear her every thought, including the ugly ones that slipped through when she was cranky or the occasional dark one that made even
her
think,
Where the hell did
that
come from?

The soft sound of boots hitting bamboo drew his attention to the hallway that led from the living room to the back of the house and basement.

David entered, garbed in the black hunting clothes everyone else wore. His dreadlocks had been pulled back from his face and framed his hips as he strode toward them.

Étienne glanced at Krysta and saw her mouth fall open.

He frowned. That thought had come through loud and clear.

She gazed up at the elder immortal as though he were the most gorgeous thing she had ever beheld. He knew women found David’s hair, height, muscles, and dark-as-midnight skin attractive, but Krysta looked as though she were about to begin drooling.

Don’t get your shorts in a bunch,
Lisette admonished.
She isn’t drooling. Your jealousy is making her response seem more than it is.

David stopped before them and smiled. “Krysta, Sean, welcome to my home. I’m David.” Taking Krysta’s hand, he raised it to his lips.

Étienne listened carefully to Krysta’s heartbeat and relaxed a little when it didn’t speed up at the attention.

“Nice to meet you,” Krysta offered.