Midnight Rising (29 page)

    There was so much she wanted to tell her-not the least of which being the fact that she had met an extraordinary man. She wanted to tell her mother that she was falling in love. That she was excited and scared and filled with a desperate kind of hope for all that might await in her future with the man standing right outside the hospital room.

    She wanted her mom to know that she was falling head over heels in love with Eleuterio de la Noche Atanacio…a man like no other she’d ever known before.

    But Dylan couldn’t say any of those things. They were secrets she had to keep, for now, certainly. Maybe forever.

    She reached out and stroked her mom’s hair, carefully pulled the thin blanket up under her delicate chin. How she wished her mother could have known one true, profound love in her lifetime. It seemed so unfair that she’d made so many bad choices, loved too many bad men, when she deserved someone decent and kind.

    “Oh, Mommy,” Dylan whispered quietly. “This is so damn unfair.”

    Tears welled up and flooded over. Maybe she’d saved a lifetime of crying in preparation of this moment, but there was no stopping them now. Dylan wiped at her tears but they kept coming, too many for her to sweep away with her latex-covered hands. She got up and went around to grab a tissue from the box on her mother’s wheeled bed tray. As she dabbed at her eyes, she noticed a ribboned package sitting on a table at the other side of the small room. She walked over and saw that it was chocolates. The box was unopened, and from the look of it, expensive. Curious, Dylan picked up the tiny white card tucked under the silk grosgrain bow.

    It read:
To Sharon. Come back to me soon. Yours, G. F.

    Dylan mulled over the initials and realized it had to be the runaway shelter’s owner, Mr. Fasso. Gordon, her mother had called him. He must have come to visit her sometime after Dylan had left. And the message on the card sounded a bit more intimate than your basic boss-to-employee, get-well sentiment…

    Good Lord, could this actually be something more than one of her mom’s many disastrous infatuations?

    Dylan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry even harder at the idea that her mother might have found someone decent. Granted, she didn’t know Gordon Fasso outside his general reputation as a wealthy, charitable, somewhat eccentric, businessman. But as far as her mother’s taste in men ran, Dylan figured she could-and had-done a lot worse.

She can’t hear me.

    Dylan froze at the sudden sound of a female voice in the room.

    It wasn’t her mother’s.

    It wasn’t an earthly voice at all, she realized in the split second before she processed the static-filled whisper and then turned around to face the spirit of a young woman.

I tried to tell her, but she can’t hear me…can you…hear me?

    The ghost’s lips didn’t move, but Dylan heard her speak as clearly as any other specter her Breedmate gift had allowed her to see. She held the sorrowful gaze of a dead girl who looked to be less than twenty years old.

    A distant familiarity sparked as Dylan took in the goth clothing and the pair of black braids that hung over the girl’s shoulders. She’d seen her before at the shelter. The girl had been one of her mother’s favorites-Toni. The runaway who’d no-showed at the job Dylan’s mom had gotten for her. Sharon had been so disappointed when she told Dylan about losing Toni to the streets. Now, here that poor lost child was, reaching out at last, but from the grave and truly too far gone for anyone to help her.

    So, why was she trying to communicate with Dylan?

    In the past, she might have tried to ignore the apparition, or deny her ability to see it, but not now. Dylan nodded when the ghost asked again if she was being heard.

Too late for me,
said the unmoving lips.
But not for them. They need you.

    “Need me for what?” Dylan asked quietly, knowing her own voice never carried into the afterlife. “Who needs me?”

There are more of us…your sisters.

    The young woman tilted her head, exposing the underside of her chin. Riding on the slender line of her ethereal skin was the birthmark Dylan knew well.

    “You’re a Breedmate,” she gasped.

    Holy shit.

    Had they
all
been Breedmates? All the ghosts she’d ever seen were exclusively female, always young, seemingly healthy-looking women. Had they all been born with the same teardrop-and-crescent-moon stamp that she had?

Too late for me,
the ghost of Toni said.

    Her form was beginning to break up, fading in and out like a weak hologram. She was becoming transparent, little more than a detached crackle of electricity in the air. Her voice was less than a whisper now, growing weaker as Toni’s image dissolved to nothingness.

    But Dylan heard what she said, and it chilled her.

Don’t let him kill any more of us…

**********

    Dylan’s face was ashen as she came out of her mother’s room.

    “What happened? Is she okay?” Rio asked, his heart knotting at the thought of Dylan possibly facing her mother’s passing all alone. “Did anything-”

    Dylan shook her head. “No, my mom’s fine. She’s asleep. But there was…Oh, God, Rio.” She lowered her voice and pulled him to a private corner of the hallway. “I just saw the ghost of a Breedmate.”

    “Where?”

    “In the room with my mom. The girl was a runaway from the shelter, one my mom was very close to until she went missing recently. Her name was Toni, and she-” Dylan broke off, wrapping her arms around herself. “Rio, she just told me she was murdered, and that she’s not alone. She said there are more like her. She showed me her Breedmate mark and then she told me not to let any more of ‘my sisters’ be killed too.”

    Holy…hell.

    Dread coiled in Rio’s gut as Dylan relayed the unearthly message of warning. Instantly he thought of Dragos’s corrupt son, and the very real possibility that the bastard had unleashed the Ancient from its crypt, just as the Order feared. He could be breeding the creature right now, creating multiple new Gen One vampires on multiple females.

    For crissake, Dragos’s son could be harvesting Breedmates from the four corners of the world for that very purpose.

    “She said ‘don’t let him kill any more of
us
,’ like I was in danger as well.”

    Rio’s skin went tight with foreboding. “You’re sure this is what you saw-what you heard?”

    “Yes.”

    “Show me.” He took a step toward the room. “I need to see this for myself. Is it still in there?”

    Dylan shook her head. “No, she’s gone now. The apparitions are like mist…they don’t stay visible for very long.”

    “Did you ask her where the others might be, or who it was that killed her?”

    “It doesn’t work that way, unfortunately. They can speak, but I don’t think they can hear me wherever they are. I’ve tried, but that never works.” Dylan stared at him for a long moment. “Rio, I think every one of these visitations I’ve had-from the very first, when I was just a kid-has been the spirit of a dead Breedmate. I always thought it was odd that I only saw females, young females, who should have been in prime health. When I saw the birthmark under Toni’s chin, it all clicked into place in my mind. Rio, I get it now-I
feel
it. They’ve all been Breedmates.”

    Rio ran a hand over his scalp, letting a sharp oath hiss through his teeth. “I need to call Boston and fill them in on this.”

    Dylan nodded, still staring up into his eyes. When she spoke, her voice was a little shaky. “Rio, I’m scared.”

    He pulled her close, knowing what it cost her to admit that, even to him. “Don’t be. I’ll keep you safe. But I can’t leave you here tonight, Dylan. I’m taking you back with me to the compound.”

    She frowned. “But my mom-”

    “If I can help her too, I will,” he said, putting it all out there for her now. “But first I need to know that you’ll be safe.”

    Dylan’s eyes pleaded with him, then, at last, she gave a small nod of her head. “All right, Rio. I’ll go back with you.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

R
io didn’t trance Dylan for the ride back to Boston.

    Despite sidelong looks from Nikolai and Kade in the front of the SUV that suggested he was an idiot to break protocol on that, Rio couldn’t treat Dylan with anything but total faith. He knew he was taking one hell of a gamble that she could be trusted with the location of the Order’s headquarters, even though he wasn’t sure how long-or in what capacity-she’d be staying with him there, but he did trust her.

    Hell, more than that, he was pretty damn sure he loved her.

    He kept that stunning realization to himself, however, seeing very clearly that Dylan was anxious about leaving her mother alone in New York. Each mile they traveled closer to Boston, he felt her heart beat a bit faster. He didn’t need to be bonded to her by blood to feel the tang of indecision rolling off her body in waves as she rested quietly against him in the backseat, her gaze fixed on the blur of scenery speeding past the tinted windows.

    She didn’t want to be here.

    Rio didn’t doubt that she felt some affection toward him. After tonight, he knew she did. And he had to believe that under different circumstances, she wouldn’t feel so much like she wanted to bolt from the moving vehicle and race back home to New York.

    “Hey,” he murmured next to her ear as Niko swung the Rover into the gated drive of the compound. “We’re going to figure all of this out, okay?”

    She gave him a small smile, but her eyes were sad. “Just hold me, Rio.”

    He drew her farther into his embrace and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. “I won’t let anything bad happen. I promise you that.”

    He wasn’t entirely sure how he could make good on a sizable vow like that, but seeing the look of hope in Dylan’s eyes as she gazed up at him, damn if he wouldn’t make it his life’s mission to see the promise through, whatever it took.

    The SUV rolled through and headed for the Order’s secured fleet garage. Rio hated to let go of Dylan as the car came to a stop inside the hangar.

    “Home, sweet home,” Kade drawled, opening the passenger door and climbing out.

    Nikolai shot Rio a look over the front seats. “We’re gonna head down to the lab. Should we tell Lucan and the others you’ll be around shortly?”

    Rio nodded. “Yeah, right behind you. Give me ten minutes.”

    “You got it.” Niko glanced to Dylan. “Listen, I’m really sorry about your mother. That’s got to be tough. There just are no adequate words, you know?”

    “I know,” she murmured. “But thank you, Nikolai.”

    Niko held her gaze for a moment, then he clapped his palm on the seatback. “Okay. See you below, my man.”

    “Tell Lucan I’m going to be bringing Dylan in on the meeting.”

    Both she and Niko threw looks of surprise in his direction. Outside the Rover, Kade exhaled a wry curse and started laughing under his breath like Rio had lost his mind.

    “You want to bring a civilian into a meeting with Lucan,” Niko said. “A civilian he fully expects that you scrubbed tonight, like he told you to do.”

    “Dylan saw something tonight,” Rio said. “I think the Order ought to hear about firsthand.”

    Nikolai considered him in silence for a very long time. Then he nodded like he could see that Rio wasn’t going to budge on this. Rio could tell that his old friend realized that Dylan was not merely a civilian, or a mission Rio had failed to execute. By the glint of the warrior’s wintry blue eyes, Rio could see that Niko understood just how much Dylan had come to mean to him. He understood, and based on the crooked smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth, he approved.

    “Shit, amigo. Yeah. I’ll tell him what you said.”

    As Niko and Kade strode off to the compound’s elevator together, Rio and Dylan got out of the Rover and headed in a couple of minutes behind them. Hands linked, they took the elevator down the three-hundred-foot descent to the Order’s headquarters.

    It felt strange to walk the labyrinth of secured corridors and not feel like he had for the long months following the explosion-like a lost beast left to roam its lair without place or purpose.

    Now, he had both, the heart of which could be summed up in one word: Dylan.

    “Will you be comfortable talking about what you saw in that hospital room tonight?” he asked her as they traveled the corridors. “Because if you’d rather not, I can do it for-”

    “No, it’s fine. I want to help, if you think I can.”

    He stopped her in the long stretch of white marble hallway, not far from the glass walls of the tech lab where his brethren would be waiting.

    “Dylan, what you did for me tonight-giving me your blood, staying with me when you had every right to leave me there and never look back…Everything that happened between us tonight, I want you to know that it meant something to me. I am…”

    He wanted to say that he was falling in love with her, but he hadn’t said those words in so long-hadn’t believed he would ever mean them again, let alone mean them as deeply and honestly as he did now. He stumbled over the admission, and the awkward pause made the chasm seem even wider.

    “I am…grateful to you,” he said, settling on the other emotion that was filling his heart when he looked at her. “I don’t know that I can ever repay you for all that you gave me tonight.”

    Some of the light seemed to dim from her eyes as she listened to him. “Do you think I would ask you to repay me?” She shook her head slowly. “
De nada.
You don’t owe me anything, Rio.”

    He started to say something more-some other feeble attempt to explain what she had come to mean to him. But Dylan was already walking ahead of him.

    “Shit,” he hissed, raking his hand through his hair.

    He caught up to her a few paces up the corridor, just in time to hear Lucan’s voice boom through the glass of the tech lab.