Frostbound Part 18

When Talia woke up, she was free.

She was still using Lore's wide bed, but this time she was between the sheets, curled up in the bliss of soft pillows and a thick comforter.

Lore had taken her out of the cold and back to the meeting. The gesture had felt oddly symbolic, especially after that first wave of fright she'd felt when meeting the others. Yes, she'd been isolated too long. Rejoining the group in the living room had been an emotional victory.

She'd take her triumphs where she could. Talia rolled over, feeling a slowness in her limbs that said she hadn't eaten enough yesterday. It was the same la.s.situde she'd felt after a bout of the flu. Not really sick anymore, but not really well, either. How long am I going to remember details like that? In ten years, was she going to remember the taste of apples? The glitter of sun on a swimming pool?

She stared at the window, tucking the comforter under her chin. There was still ice on the gla.s.s, and the snow was blowing in veils across the sky. Hard to tell if it was still falling, or just swirling around.

It had been a night like this when she'd tried to go home again. Christmastime, but her family didn't celebrate much of anything. She'd slipped out of her sire's house and walked for miles through the snow wearing nothing but bedroom slippers. Thinking clearly wasn't easy during that first year as a fledgling.

She'd come toward her father's house from the back, where there was a rising slope dotted with pine trees. Making her way down the dark, cold incline toward the familiar back gate, she'd slid from tree to tree, her hands sc.r.a.ping over the rough bark, her head reeling with the tingling scent of pine. The kitchen window had glowed softly, giving a certain grace to the tiny, hard-used house.

Through the window she could see the Arborite table with the silver legs, the padded chairs with tape over the rips in the vinyl. She'd eaten all her meals and done all her homework at that table. It was the one place her family came together twice a day, morning and night.

Until her mother went away, running back to her own people. Afterward, her father had taken away Mom's chair and put it in the garage. With that one gesture, he'd obliterated her place, erased her from the family home. Her father wasn't a learned man, but he understood symbolism.

The memory had penetrated Talia's addled brain enough to be cautious as she'd approached the house. With the instinct of a wounded dog, she'd come home to beg for help. If anyone knew how to reverse a vampire's curse, it would be her father and his cronies-but she remembered the chair. Her father worked in a world of absolutes.

When she'd gathered her courage and crept close enough to see in the kitchen window, her father and her uncle were eating dinner. Steam rose off the bowls of stew, reminding her that her feet were blocks of ice, and hunger-though not for stew-cramped her belly.

But now her seat was gone from the circle of chairs around the table. Gone the way of Mom's, vanis.h.i.+ng from the family circle. She was no more to them now than a monster with a familiar face.

Talia had turned away, creeping back to the sire who had sucked the life from her body. Just as well. If she'd gone into the kitchen, someone would have died. They had always eaten with guns on the table, ready in case of attack. It was the Hunter way.

She'd been captured and Turned by the vampires out of vengeance. What a knee-slapper, to change the Hunter girl into the thing her family hated. Perhaps they thought her father would feel a pang, slicing off his daughter's head.

Now, there was a joke. He'd do his duty without a flicker of doubt. That was how they'd all been trained. Talia. Her brother. Ready to die or kill. The man who had been her fiance, Tom, had died when she had, but oh so differently.

She couldn't think about Tom. They'd never really loved each other. Her father's choice for son-in-law, Tom had wanted the traditional Hunter home, and children to raise in the tribe. Talia wanted to please her dad, but not that much. She'd split up with Tom, but that didn't make what had happened any less horrific. And then there had been Max ...

Talia rolled out of the bed, memories making her restless. If those nice monsters in the living room last night knew what she'd done over the years, the nonhuman lives she'd taken, they would have turned on her. Might still. She had to accept that truth.

But I can't run away. Mich.e.l.le was murdered. I have to settle that score, no matter where that leads.

And she'd made progress. Now she knew it was Belenos she was hunting, and now she had her freedom. As long as things suck less today than yesterday, I'm on a roll.

She realized Lore had rehung the bedroom door while she'd been sunk in the deep sleep of the Undead-but he'd left it ajar. The dresser was piled with some of her personal belongings: clothes, toiletries, and her courier bag. Surprise stopped her in her tracks. Wouldn't a crime scene be locked up for a while? Had Lore used his talent with locks to get inside?

She grabbed the courier bag and laid it on the bed. When she unzipped it, the contents looked undisturbed: papers she was supposed to mark, library books, and the usual litter of pens and sticky notes. Beneath the papers, her netbook nestled in a side pocket. She grabbed it, caressing the smooth black surface. Police usually seized computers, didn't they? They would have taken her laptop for sure. Someone had made a mistake by leaving the netbook behind.

Flipping it open, she booted it up and went immediately to her e-mail account. There were three new messages in among the spam; all were from students. Just to be on the safe side, she left all of them unopened. She'd just been curious to see if anyone had noticed she was missing. Apparently not. If she'd still been part of the Hunter community, they'd have been over at her place the next day to see if she was sick. Even if the community was toxic, it had been a home.

She closed that browser window and opened another, tapping in the URL for a private site she'd discovered a few months ago. She keyed in a pa.s.sword-it had taken her some effort to figure it out, but not all that long, considering-and waited while the site let her in.

It was Hunter central, pulling in info from the European tribes as well as her own. The main component was message boards, a lot of them in languages other than English. She clicked open the one marked "North America" and scanned the new entries.

There he was. Max, her brother. She looked at the name with longing, wis.h.i.+ng there was some way in h.e.l.l she could let him know she was still here, still anxious to hear that he was all right. It was an itch as strong as any drug addiction, and just as hard to shake.

She read the message he had posted: "Following Big Red. Back later."

Big red was Hunter slang for vampires. Red for blood. Max was on a hunt. Or had been. The message was almost two weeks old. Worry clamped around her heart, squeezing painfully. Why hasn't he posted since?

A feeling of angst cramped her gut. Some of Belenos's clan had tried to be nice to her, even if she'd been nothing short of hostile. Slowly, reluctantly, she'd begun to see them as people. Who were you going after, Max? Did they really deserve it?

It wasn't the first time she'd had the thought, but it was the clearest. It made her stomach cramp with anxiety. Don't kill anyone I know, okay?

She logged out and closed the netbook, letting her hands linger on the cover. Afraid of detection, she never lingered on the site long. It was the only link she had to home, and she wasn't going to risk losing it-no matter how queasy news from her old life made her feel.

Sliding the netbook back into her bag, she went back to the pile of her belongings on the dresser. No ID, no guns, no money. The police had probably taken the first two, and Lore didn't know about the cash hidden under her bedroom floorboards. She might have to wait a while before she could safely retrieve it, but there was no question that she'd do it. She'd need money to make a fresh start someplace else.

Talia searched through the clothes, trying to find a complete outfit. It was a man's selection. Half were practical things-st.u.r.dy socks and plain T-s.h.i.+rts, her coat and st.u.r.dy boots-and the rest were filmy excerpts from the realm of male fantasy. How embarra.s.sing. He'd obviously found her lingerie drawer. In the end, she settled on jeans and a sweater, and headed for the shower.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she heard a rustle and the low murmur of the television. She padded barefoot into the living room. A newspaper scattered the floor. Something that looked like a disemboweled toaster littered the coffee table, half-repaired.

Lore was leaning back on the couch, eyes closed. He looked utterly exhausted. His breath was coming on a slight snore.

Talia's approach hadn't wakened him. That wasn't a surprise. All vampires moved with near silence.

And she was lost in his good looks. He wasn't pretty, like Joe, but his features were cut cleanly, the bones broad and strong. It was the kind of face that would only improve with age. She wondered who he looked like, his mother or father. Which one had given him the slight cleft in the chin? Which one had pa.s.sed on that sweep of dark eyelashes?

Where had he gotten that sense of fair play that made him protect a wanted vampire, just in case she was innocent? Yes, he'd held her prisoner, but he hadn't hurt her, and he'd let her go. Talia was well aware that it could have gone so very differently.

She took a silent step closer to the couch. Whatever sixth sense that made h.e.l.lhounds good guardians kicked in. Lore started awake, bolting to his feet before he was fully conscious.

Talia held up her hands, palms out. "Easy. It's just me."

He relaxed, letting out a huge breath. "Sorry. I dozed off. I've been with the pack during the day and up most of the night."

"Pulling double s.h.i.+fts?"

"Yeah." He rubbed his eyes, sinking back onto the couch. "I dropped by to check on things here."

Check on me. Talia felt unaccountably warmed by the idea.

Lore scrubbed his face, as if to wake himself up. "I've got my best hounds looking for Belenos, but so far no joy. Last time he came, he hid right under our noses in the Castle. I don't think he'll try that one again, but he'll come up with something equally clever."

"We're only guessing that it's him."

"That's why I haven't raised a general alarm. I want proof before I start a panic." He looked up. "I got fresh blood. Will that hold you for an hour or two?"

"Uh, great. Thanks. I'll get some in a minute. And thank you for getting my stuff. You ran a risk to do that-I mean, it's bad enough you're hiding me, but you broke into a crime scene to get my toothbrush."

He looked up, clearly a little pleased with himself. "The biggest risk was going through your closet. I could have been killed by an avalanche of shoes."

"Yeah, well, a girl needs her footwear." She sank onto the other end of the couch and looked at the TV. s...o...b..-Doo cartoons. "That your hero?"

"I thought it might inspire my detective skills."

She couldn't help a laugh. That earned her a grin. He had the best smile, all white teeth and mischief. Then she noticed how big he was, filling his end of the couch with long, muscled limbs.

Her mouth went dry, her palms p.r.i.c.kling with unfocused nerves. She curled up, tucking her feet under her. As always, she was a little cold.

She could feel his body heat even with an arm's span between them. "What sort of things does an Alpha do for his pack?"

He made a dismissive gesture. "A lot of different things. I deal with the human world on the pack's behalf. I represent the hounds on the council of nonhumans, so I'm the liaison with other species. We have a business that recycles things, like furniture and mechanical parts, and I run that. I settle disputes and oversee building projects-we're renovating a lot of the houses we bought to bring them up to code. The pack does a lot of security work in Fairview, and I'm the deputy sheriff, except right now I'm the sheriff in charge."

No wonder he's tired. But she could see he was proud, too. The hounds had come from nothing. Their success owed a lot to his drive. "What's it like, being in a pack? Do your parents live here?"

Leaning forward, he picked up a piece of the toaster and fiddled with it. "My parents died in the Castle."

"I'm sorry."

He gave a slight shrug, universal guy-speak for something he couldn't or didn't want to talk about. "Being part of a pack is never being alone, even when you need to be. That's why I have this place. I get a bit of peace and quiet."

"You have a lot of responsibilities." Understatement of the decade.

"An Alpha is father to his people." He gave the words an ironic twist. "Seriously, they're my family. Why wouldn't I do what I could to help them?"

Talia envied him with a swift, sharp pain. Even with everything his position demanded, it had to be worth it. He wasn't alone. She looked down, staring at the tweedy pattern of the couch cover.

He pa.s.sed her a section of the paper. "Fas.h.i.+on column?"

She took it automatically, not sure why he'd offered it. Then she realized it gave her something to hide behind, a safety screen. For a guy-for a demon-dog-Lore was surprisingly perceptive. Enough to make a girl self-conscious.

She folded the section back to see the editorial. It was her first go-to spot in the paper, though she wasn't sure how he'd known. Oh, wait. He'd seen her closet. She read the caption under a photo of a woman in a boxy dress. "Wow. The return of shoulder pads. Now, that's real horror."

From the corner of her eye, she caught him watching her, his dark eyes intent. She understood that look. He liked what he saw. Oh, G.o.d.

She lowered the paper, her face turning to him with infinite slowness. He was drawing her like a magnet. Like a flower following the sun she'd never see again.

This is insane. Yet she was doing exactly what her body demanded down to her last cell. Her mind, on the other hand, was numb with shock. Their lips met with a b.u.mp, and she realized she'd leaned into the kiss with more hunger than she'd thought.

I kissed him! Where the h.e.l.l did that come from?

But she knew. The moment had been building for the past couple of days. Curiosity. Attraction. A lingering wisp of anger. Oh, G.o.d, he tastes good. Savory. Spicy.

What began as exploration deepened in seconds. She s.h.i.+fted her weight to her knees so she could get closer to that delicious heat, feel the hard wall of his chest against her body. She braced her arms on his shoulders, leaning in, teasing, tugging at his mouth. She took her time, as if the kiss held a lingering echo of some delectable treat.

His tongue flicked across the bottom of her canine teeth, a quick tease. Her jaws tingled with the urge to bite, egged on by the feel of his broad hand sliding down her ribs, his thumb brus.h.i.+ng the edge of her breast. She inhaled sharply, feeling his hand slide beneath her sweater, caressing her back.

Two could play at that. She ran her lips down the angle of his jaw, her tongue flicking the pulse that beat there, hot and salty. At the same time, she worked her fingers underneath the bottom of his T-s.h.i.+rt and began to explore upward, letting her fingers find the hard ridges of muscle that flexed beneath her touch. All that hard work he did paid off. No gym members.h.i.+p required here.

His fingers were playing with the edge of her bra, tracing the lace along the cups, giving feather-light strokes to her nipples. A burning low in her belly made her want to squirm in delicious ways, to explore the hardness beneath the zipper of his jeans. The urge to bite was growing into an ache. Her mouth was watering, already feeling the slide of flesh against her teeth.

Talia pulled away before instinct took over. She whimpered in frustration, her lips still seeking his even as she moved to slide off his lap. s.e.x and biting were inextricably linked for vampires. s.e.x also meant undressing, and that meant uncovering her tattoo.

Danger.

Lore's eyes met hers, the knowledge of her arousal in his dark gaze. It was a very male look: sure of himself and filled with antic.i.p.ation. He had only to tighten his grip, and she was his. She felt his muscles flex, the calluses on his wide palms rasping against the soft flesh of her waist. His strength closed around her, pointedly keeping her in place. She could read it in the set of his lips: She would surrender and like it-whenever and as often as he chose.

Talia's mouth went dry, even as other parts of her grew wet in response to his challenge. Fear and desire were a potent brew, and with him she might enjoy the taste.

Yet he released her, his fingers reluctant to let her go even as she drew away and straightened her sweater.

"I can't," she said, her teeth near chattering with the repressed tension in those two words.

The look in his eyes said she would and she could.

"Not yet?" he replied after a long moment. "I'll take a rain check." His smile promised everything she'd just s.h.i.+ed from-everything dark and dangerous and private.

Rain check? Oh, G.o.d, let this drought end. But how could it? How could it ever?

"I'm not the right kind of girl. You don't know what you're getting into," Talia said, wis.h.i.+ng that didn't sound so cliched. But it was true. My daddy will skin you alive. Right after he stakes me, that is.

"I could have a nice h.e.l.lhound girl if I wanted one." Lore's head tilted, and he gave her a mischievous look. "Maybe you're my walk on the wild side."

Talia dropped her jaw. Her love life could have been summed up on the side of a cereal box. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I am. A little."

The phone rang. Lore picked it up. "h.e.l.lo?"

Talia grabbed a couch cus.h.i.+on, thinking she might smother him with it, but then she heard Perry's voice, sounding excited. Lore's expression grew intent.

"What?" he asked. "No, don't worry. I'll come to you."

He hung up the phone and stood up in one gesture.

"What's going on?" Talia demanded.

When Lore looked down at her, she nearly ducked. Anger and triumph flared in his eyes.

"Perry says he's got proof that Belenos is here. More surveillance video."

"That was fast!"

Lore gave a tight smile. "Perry was sure to point out that he knows all the best shortcuts. I'm going to go see what he's got. Maybe there will be enough of a clue to catch the king."

Thursday, December 30, 6:00 p.m.

University of Fairview