Gena Showalter - Intertwined 02 (15 page)

“You're…different,” he said. He hooked his hands under his head, hoping that would warm them. “Not like the others.”

“I know. Isn't it wonderful?” she asked, nudging him with her shoulder. Heat wafted from her, enveloping him.

His smile widened. “Victoria says you used to sneak out.”

“Yep. Every chance I got.”

“You weren't afraid of your father?”

“Of course I was. We all were. He believed punishment was the only way to train someone, and that man was all about training us to be the undefeatable army he'd always craved as a human. But Lauren was his favorite, his main concern. She is a warrior through and through, after all, so most of his attention was directed at her. Me, I was too…
uninterested,
I guess is the word, but he wanted my mother happy. Females were his weakness, not that he would ever admit that aloud. He admitted to no weaknesses. Anyway, he washed his hands of me,
didn't even give me a wolf guard, and left me in my mother's loving care.”

She spoke as if her father's desertion didn't bother her, as if the man had done her a favor. “What about Victoria?”

“What about her?”

“He didn't wash his hands of her?”

“We don't share the same mother, and he didn't care to make hers happy. So no, there was no washing.” Stephanie rolled to her side, peering over at him, her hands tucked under her cheek. “He pushed her to be his next Lauren. If she laughed, she was punished. If she disagreed with him, she was what? Punished.”

No wonder Victoria was so serious. No wonder she rarely relaxed. Aden was suddenly glad the man was dead.

Something about that thought disturbed him, causing the fine hairs on the back of his neck to rise and his brain to ache. Every time he thought about Vlad, he felt this way. Why?

“So what are your plans for us?” Stephanie asked. “For all the vampires?”

“To find you a new king,” he answered honestly. “Before that, though, I don't know.”

Her eyes widened, her expression pure puzzlement. “You don't want to be king? Really?”

“Really.”

“That's just… I mean, wow. Who doesn't want to rule the best vampires on the planet?”

“Me.”

She popped a bubble. “That's wise, I guess. I mean, you're just a human. But in the meantime, if you make it to your coronation, I have some suggestions.”

“Wait. Remind me when the coronation is taking place.”

“Twelve days, my friend. Twelve long, long days.”

Long? When time was ticking by so swiftly and so unmercifully he could barely keep track? Still. Once he'd dealt with the witches, he'd have…roughly a week to find his replacement. That was doable. He hoped.

“Meanwhile, you're the man in charge, so your word is still absolute. So will you listen to my suggestions or not?”

“Let's hear them.”

“First, no more black robes. You didn't pitch a fit when I dropped mine, haven't said anything about my lack of proper dress now, and I thank you for that. Anyway, we need color. Lots and lots of color. Not just me, but all of us. Only, everyone else is too afraid to risk punishment to act without approval.”

“Color. Done.” He knew Victoria secretly loved pink.

Stephanie clapped. “Excellent. I'll spread the word when I return. Now. Second suggestion.” Another of
those high-pitched screeches rang out, this one closer, and Aden sat up. So did Stephanie. “Uh, maybe we should move our blanket closer to the ranch.”

A third screech echoed, this one even closer. They hopped to their feet, but not before Aden fisted his daggers. A few feet away, leaves and branches rattled. As he moved in front of Stephanie, a small, deformed man burst through the thicket, heading straight for Aden, as if pulled by an invisible rope.

“Goblin,” Stephanie yelped.

Not a man, then. The misshapen creature was the same height as Aden's kneecaps. He had pointy ears, yellow skin and eyes of red fire. Worse, his teeth were like sharpened sabers. Though the goblin wore clothing, the material was slashed to ribbons, revealing a gaping hole where his heart should have rested.

Great. Not just a goblin, but a dead goblin.

“Julian,” he muttered. If the soul was close to a dead body, that dead body awoke. Always. And then, of course, that newly awakened corpse attacked Aden, hungry for his flesh. Again, always.

My bad.

Aden had fought corpses a thousand times before and knew removing the head was the only way to stop them. Only, he'd never fought a nonhuman one before. Would decapitation work this time? Guess he'd find out.

When the creature reached him, he arced one of his
blades toward the thing's throat, but just before contact, the goblin ducked and bit into his kneecap.

Aden howled, fire instantly sparking in his leg and spreading. Adrenaline pumped through him, too, quickly dousing the flames and keeping him on his feet. He punched the creature's temple, dislodging its teeth—ripping his own jeans and flesh in the process—and sending the little fiend flying to his side.

The goblin lay there a moment, chewing the bleeding hunk of Aden's skin, ecstasy filling those red eyes—along with hunger for more. Aden swooped in and slashed, using both his blades, crisscrossing his arms like scissors. The goblin rolled out of the way, fast, so fast, escaping the deathblow.

Get him!
Julian cheered.

You can do it,
Caleb said.
Maybe
.

Steady,
Elijah added.
If you can stall him
—

The goblin leapt at him. Aden spun and the creature darted by, hitting the ground before jumping back to his feet. He jolted forward, closing the distance, daggers once again raised. He would succeed this time. Nothing would stop him.

Or maybe something would.

A dark wolf burst from the trees, flying past him and slamming into the goblin, chomping at his midsection. That didn't slow the goblin down, however. The creature
scratched and bit, angry, hungry, uncaring about pain. Corpses never cared. Perhaps they simply didn't feel.

The wolf raked sharp claws over the goblin's face. Flesh sizzled, actually burning, and black blood squirted.

“That's not going to stop it,” Aden shouted, racing forward.

The wolf tossed him an irritated glance. Dark brown and golden fur was matted to its face, and one of its eyes was nearly swollen shut. A growl of warning sounded.

Move away!

The hard male voice reverberated through his head, unfamiliar…maybe.

“Hold him down.” Though Aden suspected the wolf, whoever it was, would attack him for interfering, he raised his blade and struck. Finally. Success. The goblin's head detached from its body and rolled away. That body twitched, then stilled.

Aden was panting as his arms fell heavily to his side.

“Good job, boys,” Stephanie said, skipping over to them. “For a minute there, I thought we were all goners.”

The wolf turned pale blue eyes on Aden—Nathan, Aden suddenly realized, Riley's brother—before focusing on Stephanie. A moment passed in silence.

She paled, shook her head. “No.”

The wolf uttered another growl.

One step, two, she backed away. “But I'm supposed to be here. The councilmen told me to—”

More silence. Another growl.

“Fine,” she snapped, and vanished, there one moment, gone the next.

Okay. What had just happened?

Nathan turned his heated gaze to Aden.
I killed the thing, yet it came back to life a few minutes later. How?

The wolf was speaking inside his head, he realized. He didn't like the extra noise, but he wasn't going to complain. “I did it,” he admitted. “I wake the dead, but only when I'm close to them,” he added in a rush. “So if there are any more dead goblins in the forest tonight, I'd get rid of them quickly if I were you.” Nathan nodded.
Thank you. For protecting the princess
. The praise was offered grudgingly.

“My pleasure. But, uh, what did you say to her to get her to leave?” He knew the wolf had said
something
. He just didn't know why the vampires kept deferring to the wolves when the vamps were supposedly the ones in charge.

You'll find, Your Majesty, that wolves are the most feared creatures in the land. Even by their allies
.
Now, please. Leave the area. Just in case
. With that, Nathan bounded off.

“He's right.” Riley's voice suddenly echoed around him. “Our claws produce the same
je la nune
contained
in your ring. That's why vampires are careful not to anger us. That's also why we try not to use our claws on other creatures.
Try
being the operative word. We don't want them getting their hands on the poison.”

Aden turned. Sure enough, Riley, Victoria and Mary Ann were striding forward. All three were frowning. Riley with urgency. Mary Ann with fear. And Victoria with…concern? “And yet you serve them,” he said.

“Yes.” Riley offered no further explanation. “Now, come on.” He waved Aden over before he could ask why. “Enough dawdling. We've got work to do—and it's not kidnapping a witch. Lauren already bagged one.”

V
ICTORIA TELEPORTED EVERYONE
to where the witch was being held. First Mary Ann, who begged to be left behind rather than be “thrown across the world like a rag doll.” Then Riley. Finally, only Aden remained. When she reached out to take his hand, he stepped back, out of range. His shredded knee screamed in protest, but he allowed no hint of his pain to show.

“I want to talk to you first,” he said.

Talk? Kiss her first,
then
talk!
Caleb beseeched.

Give the boy some breathing room,
Elijah countered.

Aden would have thanked him for supporting his cause, but the psychic finished with:
So he can tell her about Dr. Hennessy
.

Hell, no. There was a mood-killer for sure, and they had more important issues at the moment. Dating issues.

“We're not safe here,” she said.

Behind him, amid the trees, a wolf howled. Nathan.
Letting him know he and Victoria were, in fact, properly guarded? That there were no dead bodies nearby? He hoped so, but if not, if the howl was to send him running because other corpses would soon rise, he wouldn't have cared. This was too important. He'd fight anyone or thing for the opportunity to finally hash this out with Victoria.

“We'll be fine.”

“Well, there isn't time for this,” she said then, waving her fingers at him to motion him closer.

I'm with Caleb. Kiss her,
Julian piped up.

Stubborn, Aden leaned against a tree trunk and crossed his arms over his chest. The movement, slight though it was, shot another bolt of white-hot agony through his knee. He'd been bitten by a corpse, something that had happened a thousand times before, so he knew this was only the beginning. This corpse had been a goblin, sure, but corpse saliva, no matter its source, was always the same. Poison. And even now, that poison was working through him, burning him.

Tomorrow, he'd wish he were dead. Again.

He almost laughed. Would he ever catch a break?

“Aden.” Victoria's voice snapped him from his morbid thoughts.

“Of course there's time for us to talk. The others will be questioning the witch, so we aren't needed for that.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she raised her chin. “Fine. We'll talk. Why don't I start?” She crossed her arms, too. Golden moonlight poured over her, illuminating her flawless skin. Her electric blues pierced him, and those bad-girl lips beckoned him. No wonder the boys wanted him to kiss her first and talk later.
Beautiful
.

“Tell me about your date with my sister,” she commanded.

Ouch. Should have expected her to start there, he thought. “I wouldn't call it a date. We talked about possible changes to benefit your people. Like pink being the new black. Then we talked about you.” Or would have, if the goblin hadn't busted in. “About how much I…love you.” There. He'd said it. Said the words. If ever there was a time to tell her, it was now. He didn't want her worried or unsure about his feelings. “You're brave and caring and you see me as an equal, not a hindrance. I just feel better when I'm with you. Better about myself, about everything.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You love me?”

“Yes. I do. I love you,” he repeated. “You don't have to say it back. I'll understand if you aren't there yet.” Yeah, he would understand—but he sure wouldn't like it.

Her expression softened, and she gazed down at her feet, hands twisting together. There was now a rosy flush
to her cheeks. Was she embarrassed by his confession, or had she fed recently? If so, who had she taken from?

Jealousy was a fist inside his chest.
You have to get over that,
he told himself.
She's a vampire. That's what she has to do to survive
.

“I…I love you, too, Aden.”

Thank God. Every bit of the jealousy drained. She loved him. She really loved him. “Say it again.” No one had ever loved him before. No one.

“I love you, too. So much. You're strong and loyal and you understand me better than I think I understand myself. So yes, I love you,” she said again.

He would never get tired of those words.

“And because I love you so much,” she said softly, “I have to tell you that the other girls will not allow you to simply talk to them. Or rather, their fathers won't. You'll have to romance them. The girls, not their fathers. God, I'm making a mess of this. What I'm trying to say is, there's no way around it. You have to date them properly.”

“No. I don't. I can refuse to see them.” Simple as that. He loved her, and she loved him.

Nope, he would never get tired of those words.

“You can't. I told you. That will cause problems. Violent problems.”

“I don't care. You're more important.”

Her lashes rose, and for a moment, there was hope in
her eyes. But then she blanked her features, showing him more of that emptiness. Emptiness he despised. “Actually, I'm not. For all intents and purposes, you're king now. You're the one who's important to my people.”

Was that what her father had raised her to believe? That the king was the only one who mattered? Aden wanted to kill the bastard all over again.

Again?
As if a second slaying would be possible?

He frowned. “Look, I don't have a lot of time, Victoria, and I don't want to waste it arguing with you. Especially now.”

She ran her tongue over her too-sharp teeth. “That's what I said, but then
you
said we had—”

“I meant alive,” he interjected. “Not tonight.”

The reminder sobered her. She knew about Elijah's prediction; she knew his life would end all too soon. “Oh.”

“Your people will need a new king, anyway, and I'll find them one.” Like Riley, maybe. The vampires were willing to let Aden, a human, lead them. So why not a werewolf—a werewolf they already deferred to? He nodded, liking the thought. A lot. It was a perfect plan, really. Except…once again the thought of giving up the title…angered him, and that made no sense

He forced his mind to center on the matter at hand. He'd fought for this moment; he couldn't allow himself to become distracted and ruin it. “Like I said, I don't
want to spend what time I have left arguing with you. And I don't want to spend it being shut out for reasons I don't understand.”

She stood there, silent, watching him, searching for…what? He didn't know. Finally, she sighed. “What do you want to know? I'll talk, I'll explain.”

“What are you feeling right now? About me dating those other girls?” Caleb laughed.
Dude! You sound like a girl, wanting to share your feelings and stuff. Dating 101,
Julian told the soul.
Sound like a girl and get the girl. Where have you been? I thought you were supposed to be the expert
.

Her arms fell to her sides, and she wiped her palms against her thighs. “Well, I'm…furious.”

With him? “You don't sound furious. You don't look furious.”

Her chin lifted yet another notch. “I'm bottling my feelings, Stephanie says.”

“So unbottle. You'll feel better, I promise.” Oh, gag. He must have channeled one of his many doctors.

She shook her head violently, dark hair doing that dancing thing around her shoulders. “That's too dangerous.”

“For who?”

“You.”

“Try me.” Unless… “The monster inside you…”

Now she gulped, backed two steps away. “What about it?”

“Do you think that monster will hurt me if you unbottle? Is that it?”

“No. I have the wards,” she said, but her tone lacked conviction. “Anyway, I take no chances with my beast. None of us do.”

“So every vampire has a beast?”

“Yes.”

“And over the years, a few vampires have lost control of theirs?” he asked.

“Yes. It's…awful. The damage is…there are no words to describe the horrors that occur.”

So. One mystery was solved at least. Despite her protest and her assurance, her fear clearly stemmed from what she thought that enigmatic monster would do to him. “Tell me about these beasts. About why you're so afraid—and why I should be, too.”

Chin, another notch higher. Any more and she'd be staring at the stars. “Are you sure you want to know?”

Because she assumed they wouldn't be able to be together once he did? Silly girl. There was only one way to prove her wrong. “Yes. I'm sure.”

“Very well, then. We are not shifters, like the wolves. We do not change into another form.” Her tone was cold and flat. “But the monster
does
come out of us, a separate entity, and the longer that entity is out of our
bodies, the more solid its own body becomes. And as its body solidifies, the tether that once leashed it to us withers and dies.”

“Wouldn't that help you, though? Getting rid of the beast?”

“Help us?” She laughed without humor, and it was not a pretty sound. “No. As it solidifies, it strengthens, and we become targets of what used to be our darker half. They blame us for trapping them inside our bodies, after all. Actually, no one is safe. And you should know, my beast has been pounding at my head since I met you, louder every time we're together, wanting out.”

Good—and horrifying—to know. But he wasn't going to let fear stop him from getting through to Victoria, from proving he could handle anything she dished out. Even if that meant acting like Prince Charming and slaying her dragon. Literally.

“Does this beast talk to you?” he asked.

“No. Usually he's quiet, and he never uses words. Not like you and I do, at least, but he roars sometimes, and when
I'm
hungry, I can feel
his
thirst for blood. We've been very hungry lately.”

Aden's mind whirled. How had the vampires obtained these creatures inside them? Most likely, Victoria had been born with hers. She was the product of a vampire union rather than a human transformed by tainted blood like her father and some of his followers had been.

A transformation no one else had been able to make over the years.

Were the beasts why they'd changed—and survived that change—when others over the centuries had not?

“Did I scare you into silence?” Victoria asked coolly.

“Hardly.” They were so much more alike than even he had realized. She knew what it was like to battle noise inside her head. She knew what it was like to fear losing control. “We need to get one thing straight, though.”

She blinked over at him, surprised. He'd never used such a fierce tone with her.

Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to take this route?

She'd helped him accept himself. He would help her do the same. So yes, he was.

“Am I your king?” he demanded to know. For the moment, anyway.

Caleb whooped with excitement.
Oh, baby, I am loving this.

Careful or her monster's gonna eat you,
Julian warned.
Got the 411 on that, E?

Sorry, I'm blank
.

Victoria's brow furrowed in confusion. “Yes. You know you are.”

“And you have to do whatever I tell you to do? Right?”

“Yes.” The word was gritted, as if pulled through a meat grinder. Clearly, she knew what he planned to say next.

“So, as your king, I command you to unbottle your feelings. Here. Now. Let them out.”

At first, she gave no reaction. Then she said, “You'll regret that order.” Then, shockingly, she screamed. Long and loud, so loud he was sure his eardrums were bleeding, but he didn't allow himself to cringe. He didn't want to discourage her.

When she quieted, she was panting. She scanned her surroundings with wild eyes before marching to a large, round boulder and lifting it in her arms as if it weighed no more than a feather. A second later, that boulder was hurtling through the forest and slamming into a tree trunk. That tree cracked in half, the top falling and slamming into the ground.

Aden remained silent, but, uh, maybe this
hadn't
been such a good idea. Someone—probably Dan—would hear the noise and come gunning. No way Aden could explain this.

My God,
Julian said.
Such strength
…

I'm thinking, I don't know, run like hell,
Caleb said.
Just a suggestion to, I don't know, save our lives.

Elijah was as silent as Aden.

Scowling, Victoria turned to the tree in front of her and punched. “I can't save you.” Punched again. “You're
going to die. To leave me. Those girls…they're beautiful and smart, and what if you like them better? You say you love me now, but you haven't spent time with the others yet. They could charm you. They're more…human than I am. Or what if they hurt you? I'll have to kill them. I
will
kill them. You're mine!”

“You're right about one thing. I'm yours. I'm not going to change my mind about that. I don't care how charming they are, how human they act. I love
you.
”

Either she didn't hear him or she didn't believe him. The punches never slowed. This tree split just like the other, the top half crumbling to the ground. Then, glowing blue eyes finally focused on Aden.

Aden, listen to me, man. Run. Please.
It was the first time Caleb had ever begged.
What if she turns all that anger to your man business? We could lose our favorite body part!

Victoria's panting intensified, air sawing in and out of her mouth, probably burning her lungs. She stepped toward him, slowly, menacingly. Her hands weren't cut or bleeding from the jagged bark, he noticed. They weren't even bruised.

“Aden,” she growled in a voice he didn't recognize. It was layered, as if two people were speaking at once. Raspy. Enraged.
Powerful
. Her beast?