Otherworldly Bad Boys: Three Complete Novels (106 page)

The Phantom sagged against the wall. “You don’t want to do her together?” He sounded hurt and genuinely confused.

“No,” said Vigil. “I don’t.”

The Phantom shook his head. “But… it would have been perfect.”

“No, Hayden.” Vigil swallowed. “Look, you’re not well. The things your father did, they got in your head. But you can work through them. And I can help.”

“I thought we would do it together, Callum.”

“No.”

The Phantom hung his head.

Vigil backed away from him. “I’m going to get you help, Hayden. I promise you.”

The Phantom slid down the wall. He settled on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. “It was perfect.”

Vigil came over to the table and began to unfasten the straps that bound me, starting with the ones securing my ankles. “You okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

His gaze skittered over me. “You need clothes.”

“He cut them off me,” I said.

He found my underwear around my ankles and tugged them up. “Why did you come here without me?”

“I thought…” I looked away. “It was stupid.”

“Sure as fuck was,” he said, working on the straps on my other ankle. “Why’d you knock out Nolan?”

“Oh, that was an accident,” I said. “I’m sorry. Is he… hurt?”

“He’s fine,” said Vigil. “Mad as hell, but fine.” He moved on to my hands, starting on the first one. “You’re lucky he woke up when he did and called me. I was getting ready to go into a meeting with strict orders that no one disturb me.”

“Oh,” I said shakily. And he’d got here in the nick of time. I shut my eyes.

He freed my hand. “You swear you’re okay? You swear he didn’t—”

“Vigil!” I’d just opened my eyes, and The Phantom was up, running across the room.

Vigil whirled.

The Phantom picked up the club from the floor. He smacked Vigil against the face.

Vigil stumbled at the impact.

“We were supposed to do it together,” said The Phantom.

“Wait,” said Vigil, holding up his hands. “Let’s talk about this.”

The Phantom hit Vigil again.

Vigil swore, turning his head to spit. It came out red. He was bleeding.

I was still tied to this damned table. One hand strapped down. As luck would have it—my right hand. I never wished to be left handed so much in my entire life.

Vigil recovered, landing two punches in The Phantom’s midsection.

The Phantom barely registered them. He swung the club in a wide arc, slamming it into Vigil.

Vigil oomphed, backing up.

I scrabbled at the strap on my right hand.

Vigil drove his head and shoulder into The Phantom’s stomach, propelling both of them to the ground.

Damn it, my stupid left hand was having trouble with the buckles.

Vigil was on top of The Phantom, raining blows down on him.

The Phantom brought his knee up into Vigil’s groin.

Vigil grunted.

The Phantom struggled to stand. He kicked Vigil in the stomach.

Vigil reached for The Phantom’s foot.

He missed.

Another kick from The Phantom.

I still couldn’t get free. I glared at my bound hand, trying to will it free. I redoubled my efforts, trying to make my left hand work.

Vigil yelled in pain and anger.

The Phantom raised the club over his head and brought it down on Vigil’s back.

Vigil made a voiceless gasping sound.

The Phantom struck again. And again. He aimed a few more kicks.

One collided with Vigil’s chin.

Another with his nose.

Beneath his mask, blood gushed up like a fountain.

The club came down again on Vigil with a sickening thud.

Fuck!
I tore at the strap on my right hand.

And it gave way.

I was free.

I jumped off the table and ran at The Phantom. I launched myself onto his back, screaming.

He yelled.

I dug my fingers into his neck. I reached under his mask, searching for his eye sockets.

He threw me off of him.

I landed hard against the cold floor, stunned by the pain of impact.

Get up
, I urged myself.

The Phantom had turned back to Vigil. He smacked him with the club again, right in the face. More blood.

Vigil reached for him.

The Phantom danced away, laughing.

I tried to get up. I couldn’t.

The Phantom kicked Vigil.

Vigil curled into a ball, his hands over his head.

I dragged myself across the floor. Away from them both. I had an idea.

The Phantom wouldn’t stop kicking him. He wouldn’t stop laughing.

I crawled faster.

Vigil groaned.

And I was there. Next to the legs. I grabbed the edge of their makeshift stage and hauled myself to my feet.

“Hayden!” I yelled. “You care about these legs?”

He looked up from the huddled form of Vigil.

I grabbed one of the legs.
Don’t think about the fact it could be Darlene’s
, I screamed at myself. “I’m thinking maybe they’d make good—”

“Don’t touch those!” The Phantom’s voice was shrill. He ran for me, Vigil forgotten.

I clutched it, backing away from him. That was right. Leave Vigil alone. Come for me.

Behind him, Vigil struggled to his feet.

“Put it down,” said The Phantom. “Put it
down!
”

“Oh, could I hurt it?” I said, feigning innocence.

Vigil stumbled across the floor to us. Blood streamed over his lips and chin. He grabbed The Phantom, hurling him to the ground.

The Phantom shrieked in anger and pain.

Vigil climbed onto The Phantom’s body. Vigil grabbed The Phantom by the shoulders and slammed his head into the floor.

The Phantom made a small mewling noise.

Vigil slammed him into the floor again.

And again.

And again.

The Phantom stopped moving.

Vigil did it again.

I set down the leg. “I… I think he’s—”

Vigil did it one more time.

There was a growing pool of red behind The Phantom’s head.

I went to Vigil. I put my hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at me. Then he buried his face in my stomach and started to sob.

I was wrapped in a blanket and standing outside the law office. Vigil stood next to me, but he wasn’t touching me, because the police were there. We watched as they brought Hayden Barclay out on a stretcher. They’d removed his mask to put a ventilator on him. He was alive.

When I’d seen the blood on the floor underneath his skull, I’d thought that Vigil had killed him. But Hayden apparently had a thick skull. He hadn’t regained consciousness, and he was badly hurt. But he was alive.

“And you went down there because you were chasing a story?” said the police officer, raising his eyebrows at me. I was being interviewed about what had happened, but I felt like they kept asking me the same questions over and over again.

“Yeah,” I said, still staring at the unmoving form of Hayden Barclay. He looked so vulnerable and helpless now. I could hardly believe that an hour ago, he’d been frightening and violent. That I’d thought he might kill both me and Vigil. “I had a lead, and I followed up on it.”

“You didn’t think to call the police?”

I shook my head. I figured it wasn’t wise to point out that no one in the city trusted the police department because everyone was convinced they were corrupt.

The officer sighed. “Well, it’s a good find, Ms. Kane. In one fell swoop, you got all the evidence we need to put this guy away.”

I looked up at Vigil. “I would have been dead if it hadn’t been for him.”

The officer nodded at Vigil in acknowledgment. He gestured to us. “We owe you both a debt of gratitude. But I have to stress that you are both amateurs and that you really should leave the detective work to the professionals. In the future, it would be better if you called us instead of investigating on your own.”

I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders. “Trust me, I’m not in any rush to go after another bad guy like this.”

“Good,” said the officer. He snapped closed his notebook. “That’s all I have for you right now. We might need you to come into the station at some point to go back over it. But for now, if you hop in one of those ambulances, they’ll get you to a hospital and get you checked out.”

I shook my head. “Oh, that’s not necessary. I really wasn’t hurt.”

Vigil spoke up. It was the first thing he’d said in quite a while. “Maybe you should go to the hospital. If there’s evidence against him, it’s important that they find it.”

I turned to him, confused.

The police officer drew his eyebrows together. “Ms. Kane, what happened down there?”

“Nothing,” I said, looking at both of them. “I don’t understand. How does my going to the hospital mean you’ll find more evidence?”

Vigil looked up, drawing in breath. “Evidence on your body.”

I furrowed my brow, not getting it.

The officer cleared his throat. “I think he means a rape kit, Ms. Kane.”

I felt hotly embarrassed at that. I pulled the blanket even tighter around my shoulders. “No. He didn’t do that. I told you he didn’t. You got there just before…” I trailed off, staring at the ground.

The officer’s voice was gentle. “If something did happen, Ms. Kane, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not your fault.”

“It
didn’t
.” I wanted to walk away from them. From everything. But I didn’t have any clothes. I only had this stupid blanket, and I felt trapped. I looked up at Vigil. “I just want to go.”

“You probably want to get in touch with Callum Rutherford. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” said the officer. “If you need a phone—”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” I said.

“I’ll take you to him,” said Vigil, looking deep into my eyes.

I nodded. “I’d like that.”

He was covered in bruises and blood. I helped him peel away his costume in his bedroom. His back was black and blue. His face was red and swollen.

“
You
should have gone to the hospital,” I said.

He shook his head. “No way. I can’t do that. I’d reveal who I was. Just help me get cleaned up.” He touched my face. “I mean, if you can. I don’t know what you went through down there.”

I looked away. “I was… afraid. I couldn’t get back through the door, and it was dark, and then he was there, and…”

We were both quiet.

I looked at him. He’d wiped blood off of his face, but it had dripped down his chin and over his neck and chest. It was crusted all over him. “You need a shower.”

He nodded. He headed for his adjoining bathroom.

I followed him.

He stopped in the doorway. “Are you going to…”

“Oh,” I said. “I just assumed that you wouldn’t mind if I… But if it’s not cool, then I’ll just wait and…”

“I
don’t
mind,” he said. “But I assumed you wouldn’t want…”

We were quiet again.

Suddenly, he pulled me tight against him. He kissed me on the forehead. “Do you want to take a shower with me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Even after…” He took a shaky breath. “When we were down there, I had a moment. I was tempted. You were tied up on that table, and you were almost naked, and I thought about taking you. About…”

I swallowed hard. “But you didn’t do it.”

He let go of me. “You shouldn’t even be around me right now.”

I reached for him. “You’re the only person I
can
be around right now. You’re the only person that can possibly understand what I’m feeling.”

He dragged a hand over his face. “Cecily, you don’t know what went through my head. I’m just like him. He was right. He and I are the same.”

“You’re not,” I said. “You’re not, because you didn’t
do
it. Thinking about something and doing something are different.”

He was agonized. “But what if I—”

“You won’t,” I said.

I pushed past him, into the bathroom. I went over the shower and turned on the water. I busied myself with testing the temperature.

I spoke at the gushing water. I didn’t look at him. “I trust you, Callum. I trust that you’re good. I know you. And something very
not
good just happened to me. He didn’t rape me, but he…
touched
me. And…” I fought tears. “I just want water running over me. I want your hands on me. And I want it all washed away.”