“We’re here, Icahn.” Patrick called out, using the megaphone to make himself heard. “But we’re not coming in all at once. You’re going to release one hostage for every one of us. One at a time.”
Icahn answered, using the loudspeaker on the outside of Redemption. “That is not the deal.”
“Well, this is the only way anything happens. If you truly intend to let them go, you should have no problem with this.”
Horrible events shouldn’t take place on such beautiful days. The sun shone; there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Shouldn’t it be cold and rainy?
Patrick turned to me. “You’re sure you can do it? Get in and out.”
“I’m absolutely certain.”
“Good.” He picked up the megaphone again. “So what’s it going to be, Icahn?”
“We will agree to this because I am fair-minded and reasonable.”
I rolled my eyes. Patrick pointed at Micah. “You are going to make a huge scene. The biggest of your life.”
“I can manage it.”
Chad pulled me up against him. “Don’t die.”
“You, too.”
He shook his head, amusement unwarranted for this situation beaming from his brown eyes. “Been there. Done that.”
I pinched him. “Not the time.”
“I’m not sorry.”
I sighed, kissing him. “I know.”
Patrick’s voice boomed out again. “Send out the hostage.”
Nothing happened for a few moments and then Glen and Tia’s little boy staggered outside. He was two. I gasped. Icahn was sending the toddler outside by himself?
In typical fashion for a terrified child, he turned around, stopped moving, and broke down in hysterical tears. I jumped forward and my mother grabbed my arm. “Micah’s got it. If you’re doing this insanity, do it.”
Micah ran forward, picking up the baby in his arms. “Hey, buddy, Uncle’s got you. You’re okay.”
“I don’t see my Warrior.” Icahn’s voice carried over the speaker, annoyance evident in his every word.
“I’m coming. You send out my nephew without either of his parents and you’re going to have to wait one goddamned minute while I make sure he’s fine.”
He didn’t turn to look at me but the cursing spoke volumes. He was making his scene. Micah wouldn’t have the slightest idea whether his nephew needed care or not. Much better to pass him on and get with it. Except they were giving me time.
I took off running. Rounding the corner, I came toward Redemption through the back. They had the whole place under video surveillance, which was why it should have been such a good fit for us to hide our people here.
Keith is dead.
I blinked, pushing the thought away. I couldn’t dwell on it now. The best thing I could do for my former teacher would be to not freak out, not lose it, and follow through so I could safely get his friends and family out of Icahn’s hands.
Make it work, Rachel.
I knew Keith hadn’t uttered those words, but he might as well have. The back entrance would be too obvious. I intended to come in through the side tunnel. I hoped—and if I happened to be wrong, I’d be dead—no one knew about this way except me. My months of exploring this place, in preparation for blowing it up, would serve me well.
In fact, I had every confidence I could get inside with no trouble whatsoever. What happened once I’d accomplished my task was an entirely different problem.
The window well I needed to crawl through was in front of me. I got down on my hands and knees and crept forward until I reached the window. It swung inside when I pushed on it. With a bit of manipulation, especially around my rather large rear area, I managed to get myself inside.
I knew I hadn’t been overeating but getting through the window proved harder now than it had been six months earlier. It had to be muscle. I’d lost most of my power and definition when I’d lived here. Although staring at my own body had never been my favorite pastime, I’d noted my muscle tone had come back. Maybe my hips were just bigger.
Focus, Rachel.
Keith’s voice again. I didn’t know if I liked or hated in my head. I had enough going on. Hearing him constituted a visceral reminder of exactly how much pain I could live with if given no other choice.
But the crazy part of me that created his voice in my consciousness—I really couldn’t deal with the idea that he was somehow communicating with me from the grave—wanted me to focus. So, I would somehow keep my thoughts where they belonged.
I crawled through the tunnel knowing I would come out in what had been an empty office. Spider webs and dust covered my body. I rubbed at my nose, hoping I didn’t spread the mess everywhere. I wondered if it was possible to wash all the dirt from my body, not just the kind now coating me on the outside. What was I to do about the large collection caked on my soul?
Where were Keith’s wise words on that subject?
Keith is dead.
Yes, I knew that. I was acutely aware.
***
Leaning up against the office door, I forced myself to be still and listen. The first rule of hidden assault had to be silence. If I burst through the door like gangbusters and found myself face-to-face with a hallway full of Icahn’s cronies, I wouldn’t be helping anyone.
Rachel Clancy, killed by a mass mob because she didn’t shut up and listen.
If I was going to die, it couldn’t be because I had done something dumb, something avoidable. I closed my eyes. When they were open, the noise of everything I thought about all the time crowded me so completely I couldn’t make sense of anything. With them closed, however, I could hear.
Nothing. Not even a whisper of a sound in the hall. I opened my lids. The crowd was probably all on the other side of the complex. Icahn would need to restrain our people. Glen would not have gone down easily and, with Keith gone, Tiffani would be a mess. Who knew about Tia? My friend Teddy, a non-Warrior, would have put up a good fight. But the group of people who could fight still had all the children to contend with. Even if Icahn and his goons were scary to grown-ups, that many kids meant someone would be wailing. I’d hear something.
If a baby got hungry, a baby screamed.
Since I heard nothing, I could take a chance there was nothing in the hall. The door creaked open. I slid my head through the small space and looked. I could hear my heart in my ears.
Everything would fall apart if they caught me. Of course, they would have to get me…later…and I couldn’t take too long about it.
On quiet toes, I moved through the empty hallways. Andon couldn’t be locked up with the Genesis prisoners. He’d be a risk to them and Icahn needed him in the labs. He would, however, be under armed guard. They’d be ready to subdue him if he went all werewolfy on them.
My best guess? He’d be under lock and key, pretty much living in the labs. A good floor below the prisoners upstairs. I needed to cross the building and go down one flight.
“All right, Rachel.” Hearing my own voice steadied me. I just had to hope when Andon heard me coming, he didn’t summon the guards. His Werewolf on full alert, he’d know I had arrived well before anyone else.
I had a job to do. I intended to do it.
“Easier said than done.”
Enough talking to myself. Hadn’t I heard that at some point, it indicated a mental illness? I could have laughed at the thought if it wouldn’t have gotten me killed. A psychiatrist would have a field day with me…if there were any left alive.
My Vampire senses went on high alert. Interesting. Icahn must have some locked up in the building to keep the prisoners under control. Nothing like threatening non-Warriors with death or un-deadness to keep them doing what he liked.
If I had to, I’d take them out on my way. Assuming I could manage to do it quietly. Sometimes my stealth skills just sucked.
***
It took me a full hour to get to the lab. Darting behind doors, hiding in corners, and avoiding guards doubled my time. But my Werewolf sensors were going full blast. My skin ached from the sensation. Jason might not have set off my alarm bells, but his father sure did.
I scratched at my skin, trying to make the aching goose bumps go away. I knew there was a Werewolf there. I’d come specifically to look for him.
Icahn still spoke over the loudspeaker. He could really go on and on forever, if given the chance. On this side of the building, I could hear him. That was good because it meant I’d reached my target, and bad because it indicated just how close to danger I’d arrived.
“I want Rachel Clancy,” Icahn bellowed. “I want her up next.”
“You’ll get her when I’m good and ready to send her.” Patrick’s reply.
I had to hurry up. If our numbers diminished too much, the second part of my plan would not work.
Poking my head around to check one more time, I opened the lab door. Andon sat at a desk; he looked up at my arrival, no surprise in his gaze. He’d smelled me. The two guards, however, they both jumped up.
I pulled the machete from my back and slashed through one of them. The move made me sick. I wanted to cry or to throw up. But this was war and I’d known what I was going to have to do when I’d set out to do it.
The second stain on my soul collapsed, dead on the floor. I pointed my machete at the other guard. “Rush me and you’ll join him.”
It wasn’t lost on me I’d just all but copied Icahn’s threat. He’d ended Keith and claimed he’d kill our other people. I’d taken out one guard…the second now knew he might meet the same fate.
He froze. “My name is Rachel Clancy. I’m sure you’ve heard of me since your boss is out there calling my name. I’m crazy, okay?” The guard nodded. “Don’t move and we’ll see if I have to hurt you.”
Nodding, the guard backed up a foot. I turned my attention to the man I’d come to see. “Andon.”
“Rachel.” He leaned back in his chair. “Everything about you has changed. Even your scent. Jason’s death did not make you better. You smell…cold now.”
“Life did that. Jason’s death included.” I wouldn’t tell my ex’s dad I’d all but written Jason off before he’d been killed. Maybe I was cold. Only Jason’s sacrifice for me had redeemed him in my eyes.
I was what I was and, if I’d turned out this way, then it was because they’d made me this way.
At sixteen, in my little house in New Jersey, I’d been quiet, smart, studious, content, and romantic. I don’t know if anyone would use those terms to describe me now.
The guard twitched and I pointed my machete at him again. “Please don’t make me use this on you. Not yet, anyway. I’m not going to sugarcoat this. You’re probably dead. But right now, there remains the smallest possibility you’ll walk out of here and see tomorrow.”
I lied to him. No way could I let him live through the encounter. Right now, however, I needed him in order to negotiate with Andon Kenwood, the man who had done everything in his power to keep Jason and me from finding love in this After-time. Before the world ended, he’d liked me okay. Why or when his feelings for me had changed still remained a mystery to me. We had business to discuss.
“I don’t believe you broke in here to rescue me.”
“I’d be foolish to, wouldn’t I?” I hated him. He hated me. And we both acknowledged it just fine. “You’re going to kill me as soon as you get out of here.”
“So you’ve come to beat me to the chase?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I’ve come to make you a deal.”
“A deal.” Andon stood up. “I can’t imagine how I could possibly help you at this point. My son is dead. I place the responsibility for that fully on your shoulders, and I’m locked in here day and night with no chance of escape.”
“That could stop. Right now. I’ll kill him.” I pointed my machete at guard number two. I really couldn’t let myself see more than that about him. Brown hair, brown eyes, killable. Anything else would make him human. I had two—almost three, now—human deaths on my soul. Jason’s demise I refused to hold as my fault, even though I could see why his father would.
Jason had intervened on his own. No one had asked him to rescue me from Deacon.
I had enormous gratitude to him for doing so. Hell, I’d even dreamed about him earlier in the day. But Jason’s death fell on Deacon. My former friend could bear it all on his own.
The guard shook. “You don’t have to kill me. I won’t let anyone know you’re here.”
“Bullshit.” I hated having to do this. There really were few choices for me. I always ended up having to compromise some part of myself to save others. At least lately.
I continued speaking. “I’ll kill him. Let you escape. Then you’ll come back with your Wolves, immediately, and take out this place. Help us to end this man and this life forever.”
“And?” Andon raised an eyebrow. He would know from my scent I’d held something back. Something I’d told Patrick—but no one else—I intended to offer Andon. Patrick hated the idea but hadn’t forbidden me from doing it. How could he? I’d turned eighteen and he knew as well as anyone my offering Andon something he wouldn’t, or, more realistically, couldn’t refuse, would seal the deal.
No one had told Chad. No one had told my parents. If Andon took this, and I was sure he would, then they would find out soon enough from Patrick.
“You can kill me.”
Andon’s whole demeanor changed. His face lightened up. Still, I knew he wouldn’t simply take what I offered. “I could do it anyway.”
“No.” I held up my machete. “You couldn’t. I’d cut off your head. I’m offering you a machete-free chase. I’ll be weaponless. You and your pack can have at me. Tear me to bits. Find vengeance for Jason.”
“How do you know we won’t come back here and just kill you?”
I walked toward him. “How do you know I won’t just take your goddamned head off with my machete right now? It would be fun. As you can see and, apparently, as you can smell, I’m not the same girl I used to be. I don’t have love for your son keeping me from ending your worthless life. Only his sacrifice and the memory of the times we were happy are letting me speak to you with any kind of civility at all.”
Andon smiled. “I knew you could be brutal. It’s why I didn’t want you mating Jason. You would have eaten him alive.”
“I had nothing to do with him deciding I was his mate. I was fifteen years old and living in suburbia when he chose me. I didn’t even know any of this existed. My parents wouldn’t even allow me to watch horror movies. You don’t get to blame me for his feelings.”
“None of us can control whom fate picks for our destiny.” Andon’s own wife had become a Vampire.
“All right.” I shook my head. “Do we or do we not have a deal?”
“You let me go, right now, and I bring the pack here to fight. Immediately? Then you come with me and we get to slaughter you.”
I took a deep breath. My focus had to remain on doing the right thing. Keith was dead. These people needed us. Patrick’s speech about being Warriors and fulfilling our destinies wedged in my soul. “I’m your prey.”
Chad would never forgive me for this. I just hoped someday he’d come to understand. I hadn’t hidden it. His father knew. These were our people. If he had the same opportunity, Chad would sacrifice himself in a second.
I’d lied to him. He thought I’d come to negotiate for help. Freedom for assistance. For most people, a deal would have worked. But I knew Andon and I knew Werewolves. They wouldn’t agree to help me under any terms, not since Jason’s death, unless I sweetened the deal.
I guess I could have tried to get him to see how the fault really fell on Deacon. Most likely he wouldn’t have believed me and, even if he had, I’d never be able to trade someone else’s life for my own. Even if Deacon had once held a machete at my throat and threatened to kill me.
I’d never really know if my ex-best friend could have gone through with it. Ultimately, it had been Deacon’s interference and Icahn’s bullet ending Jason’s life.
I’d escaped death, gained six months with Chad I wouldn’t trade for the world. And now I’d come to pay the piper in the form of Andon.
I bent forward. “Come on, now, Dr. Kenwood. These people have kept you locked here for six months. Away from your pack. No proper mourning period for your son, who would have been Alpha after you. They’re lost out there, waiting for your return, or we both know they would have assaulted this place to get you out. Don’t you think it will feel good to end the people who did this? Then you get to take me anyway.”
Andon smirked. “I don’t know if we can get back immediately. They might be days away.”
“They’re nearby.” If he didn’t deliver, I didn’t give him what he wanted. “I hear them at night. Howling.”
“Could be anyone. Could be regular wolves.”
I wasn’t playing games. “It’s your pack. I can always tell. I got really good at differentiating the sounds monsters make from animals when I tried to figure out how to date your son. Every night. At sunset, they let loose. I think they’re only still alive because they seem a little bit too pathetic to kill right now.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” Andon stretched his arms over his head.
“I just offered you my life. It’s a little bit harder on this end. You’ll have to trust me.”
“You have a deal.”
I nodded as I waited for the feeling of doom to slide over me. Nothing happened. Maybe there were just so many factors that still had to happen before I died that I couldn’t go there emotionally yet. Maybe.
“Then go. I assume you can manage to find your way out without getting caught.”
“Icahn’s people are distracted. It won’t be a problem.” Dr. Kenwood sauntered out of the room like a man with nothing to worry about.
I shook my head. The second guard crouched on the ground, shaking. “Are you going to kill me now?”
“No.” I should. I needed to. “Come with me. You’ll be my prisoner or something. Make a sound and I’ll slit your throat like your boss did Keith’s. You know I can do it.” I’d just done it. He’d seen it. “I’ve reached my quota for the day.”
I just hoped I didn’t live to regret my decision. “Move.”
“I’m back.” I rushed up behind a group of Warriors much smaller than the one I’d left. I gave guard number two, who turned out to be named Adam, which was more information than I wished to have, to two Warriors to be contained. My arrival had made everyone smile. Apparently, the vote had been split as to whether or not I’d make it out alive. The fact they’d voted should have bothered me but at that point I’d moved past caring what anyone else thought about my abilities. None of them had managed to sneak inside anything.
Patrick raised his eyebrows and I nodded before turning back to Chad and my parents. “Everything okay here?”
“Yes.” My mom stroked my hair. “Now that you’re back.”
Chad pulled me close and I breathed him in. “I was going to come looking in a minute.”
“No, you weren’t.” Patrick turned to us. “I need to speak to Rachel for one minute. Can you guys give me one minute with her? Harold, why don’t you head in as the next Warrior?”
I walked toward Patrick, everything in me screaming not to leave Chad’s safe embrace. But if I’d thought he was going to stand there quietly while I went with his dad, I’d been sadly mistaken.
He followed right along. “What’s going on?”
“I need to speak to Rachel. Alone. For just a second.” He handed Chad the megaphone. “Here.”
Chad stared at the megaphone for a second, like he’d never seen one before. “I’m not taking this.” He handed it back to his father. “And I want to know what the two of you have to discuss alone. I’m not fooled. I know there is something going on here. You’re plotting, and you’re going to include me in it. If I’m being left out, it’s because you don’t think I’ll like whatever it is. And if that happens to be the case, then it’s the wrong decision. End of story.”
“Because you don’t like it, automatically it’s the wrong decision?” His father put his hands on his hips. “I run this habitat. Not you. In five years, if you want to challenge me, you can go right ahead. For now, you’ll do what I say because I tell you to.”
“Not when it comes to Rachel. She’s mine. She’s going to be my wife.”
Patrick grabbed his forehead. “Hell. Were you planning on telling me, Rachel?”
“No.” I crossed my arms across my chest. “And for the record, this has all been set in motion. It’s a done deal. There’s no backing out now, so maybe we should just tell him.”
“Tell. Me. What?” Tension radiated so strongly off Chad, I could feel it permeate into my skin.
“Rachel came to me with an idea and I was sick out of my mind with worry. I’d take my agreement back. I wanted to the second she left. Your mother, your sister, they’re both in there still. Keith is dead. But the second Micah handed me Nero, I knew it had been a mistake.”
“Rachel.” Chad grabbed my shoulders. “Tell me, sweetheart. What lame-brained thing did you decide to do to be noble? I’m sure we can still fix it? What did you give Andon besides his freedom?”
If I’d been feeling nothing about my decision earlier, it all hit me now like a truck had plowed through my body. I’d never wanted to tell Chad, to see his realization of what I’d promised. He should not have had to know before it was over. That made me cowardly. Sometimes I could be wrong, or even stupid, but I’d never been so ashamed of myself before.
I looked down. “It’s done, Chad.”
“Tell me. I can fix it.”
“You can’t.” It was hard to breathe, let alone speak. “I gave him me.”
“Why would he want you? Jason’s dead. Unless….”
I saw it the second realization hit him. He staggered backward a step. “How could you?”
“Because we put our lives on the line to save people. We need him. He’d never agree to help otherwise. They hate me. I’m responsible for Jason.”
Chad shook his head. “Icahn shot him. I stood there when it happened. I saw it.”
“I know.” How could I make this clear to him? He’d never understand. The last thing Chad and I did before the battle couldn’t be to fight. “But they think of me as his mate. In their minds, I betrayed him. And they hated me before this, anyway. Who knows why all of this happened? I’m human, and I’m in love with you. I brought you back from the dead. I let their brother perish because I destroyed the cloning machines.”
“Whatever the reason, that makes them the last people you should be dealing with.”
“I’m letting them kill me. What more could they possibly want?”
“What?” Apparently he hadn’t grasped the horror of the whole thing. His hand came up to his throat before he pointed it at me. “You’re doing what?”
“I’m coming to them machete-less.”
“Oh hell. You are not.”
“I’ve agreed—”
“I don’t give a shit what you’ve agreed. Your life isn’t your own to bargain with. You belong to me. To all of us. And you.” He turned on his father. “How dare you make bargains with my girlfriend, when you know she has a martyr complex, without at least running it by me?”
“I don’t think I have a martyr complex.” Did I? I’d never considered the possibility before. Was that a thing a person could have?
“We can’t win this without the Wolves.” Patrick spoke very slowly.
“Then we die.” Chad’s hands shook. I wanted to go to him, to throw my arms around him. How could I do that? Not when I was the reason he was so upset. “We don’t sacrifice each other.”
“Sometimes we do.” Tears fell freely from my eyes. “Keith is dead.” Keith is dead. “Sacrificed. And those people deserve our protection. This is how I give it to them. You and I both know if anyone else could have pulled this off, you’d be applauding. You’d do it in a second. Don’t act like it’s insane just because you don’t like it’s me doing it.”
“You’re damn right I don’t like you doing it, Rachel.” He threw his hands in the air. “I love you and screw this. You’re not dying. End of story.”
“Chad….”
“You’re not dying because the second we get done saving everyone, I’m taking that Wolf’s head right off. Him and all of his pack. One by one. You can all watch.”
***
It was my turn to go in as the Warrior. Patrick had sent Chad in ahead of me, maybe thinking his son would lose his mind if he had to see Andon. Personally, I would love to see that Wolf before I went in, just to make sure he was actually going to show up.
Chad hadn’t uttered a word when he’d stormed off toward the facility. Not even a backward glance.
Patrick came up next to me. “You do realize we made a terrible mistake and I should have known better.”
“Your wife, daughter, and sons are still in there.” Tia must be terrified. Carol probably not much better. The little boys would be wrecks.
“They’re the most important things in the world to me. Along with Micah and Chad. Both of whom are now inside. And you’re the most important thing in the universe to Chad. Without you, he’d be dead. I don’t remember the time without him. His mother does. I feel lucky to have no recollection of it. But I’m told you ended his existence as a Vampire. Over and over, you save him, and I let you throw yourself, literally, to the Wolves.”
“You’re not in charge of my destiny.” I’d always had that responsibility all to myself.
“He wasn’t wrong.”
“He never is.” I smiled. Out of any of us, Chad had the most defined sense of right and wrong. In his world, ending the bad guys was paramount and we were always on the side of right. Somehow, there had to be a happy ending. “But in this case, so was I.”
Chad’s pain couldn’t dictate this even though I wished it could. “I’ve never been made for fairy tales.”
“You have what you need?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
“Then you’re up.”
“Rachel Clancy.” I turned at the sound. Andon stood behind me with his pack surrounding him. They all had eyes for me and in them I saw my own death. I shuddered before I could stop myself.
With Wolves, I had to remember to control my reactions. They could scent everything. Why give them the satisfaction of showing them visibly what they already knew?
“You’re not reneging.” Andon hissed out his words.
“I don’t plan on it.”
Andon nodded. My aroma must have confirmed my reply. I would live up to my end of the bargain.
“Then where would you have us?”
Patrick answered for me. “Here. I’ll explain what’s going to happen. Rachel, you need to get in there.”
“Right.” Only Patrick and I remained outside, and Icahn had been demanding my presence for hours. Of course he hadn’t sent everyone out yet. Tiffani and Tia remained inside. Patrick’s boys were back outside, as well as their mother. She’d hugged me, and I’d almost lost it. Somehow, she would see to it Chad was okay after I was gone.
It wasn’t going to be an even trade. Lots of non-Warriors remained inside and probably would even after we’d all gone in with them. There would be casualties. But we’d have to do our best.
I stepped forward.
“Aha. Rachel Clancy. You’ve come home. How lovely to have you here.” I hated the sound of Icahn’s voice.
The others had gotten to walk themselves in but apparently the good doctor didn’t trust me that far. Two goons—one of whom I recognized immediately as Darren—rushed forward and grabbed me by the arms.
I passed Tia, who rushed out the door while I entered it. She gasped when she saw me.
“Rachel!” she called out.
I had no idea what she would have said as I was yanked forward.
I didn’t try to struggle.
The goon I didn’t know squeezed my arm too tight, and I sucked in my breath. I didn’t care how much he hurt me, how much he bruised my skin. I wouldn’t cry.
“There’s no need for that.” Darren corrected the other guard. “She’s a little girl.”
“You care too much about this one. Always did.”
“I’m not a little girl, Darren. And considering the monsters you’ve all proven yourselves to be, I don’t need or want you looking out for me.”
Darren tugged me away from the other man. “I’ve got her and I’m bringing her to the blue room.”
“The rooms have colors now.” I didn’t even look at Darren while I spoke. “You boys not smart enough to read names?”
“We need to talk.” He spoke into my ear. “And you’re the only one I trust here.”
“You trust me? That’s a bad idea. You’re on my list for execution. The first bunch out.”
Darren had been my jailor-slash-workout buddy when I’d lived here. He fancied himself my friend. He’d been kind to me when he’d forced me into cryogenic freeze. And apparently watched out for me to make sure my numbers remained steady during my frozen time. In other words, he’d checked to see I wasn’t dead.
For that, I’d hope he got killed fast.
He pushed me ahead and I did a little pretending to drag my feet. If I acquiesced too easily, they’d see right through it.
Finally, we arrived in a room. I took a quick look around, not at all surprised to see the people in it were in all states of distress. Tiffani sat strapped to the wall, her head in her hands. She wept quietly. Micah had been cuffed and gagged. He sat across from Tiffani. When I entered, he raised his eyebrows, the only greeting he could give me.
Glen, sporting a large shiner, had both his hands tied to the wall. He must have tried to escape. Good for him.
I spoke to him first before I could be told not to. “Your son is fine. He’s with Tia and her mother now.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
“And, Tiffani, your son is out there, too. I think he’s also with the Lyons.”
I hadn’t looked too long at Keith’s son. It might have doubled me over.
“Thank you, Rachel.” She lifted her head. Glaring at Darren, she spoke. “But my husband isn’t there. Because they murdered him. Butchered. Like an animal. I swear you’re all going to pay. Every last one of you will know pain.”
“We didn’t know.” Darren tugged me toward him. “I need to speak to you.”
“Liar.” Tiffani hissed. “Rachel, don’t believe anything he says.”
The door swung open and, although I’d expected Icahn, I got Deacon instead. “Oh. If it isn’t another murderer.”
“People in glass houses, Rachel. They shouldn’t throw stones.” He bent over, really getting in my face until I wanted to back up from how uncomfortable it made me. Instead, I stood my ground. “I cleaned up the mess you left in the lab.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He poked at my shoulder. “Only you could have gotten in and out of here.”
“What?” Playing dumb never worked, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t give it a go on occasion.
“Where is the Wolf?”
“Did you and Icahn lose something?” I couldn’t help myself. I kicked him, hard, in the shin.
“Son of a….”
I didn’t hear the rest of his curse. Darren spoke over him. “Despite his current manners, I am trying to tell you we had no idea what Dr. Icahn planned for Keith. We really didn’t. And Deacon cleaned up the lab so no one else knows about it.”
“Why bother telling me any of this? You saw what they did to Keith.” At the mention of his name, Tiffani wailed. My heart bled for the poor woman. They’d been so in love, such a cohesive, beautiful unit of family. Gone now, forever.
I’d never had a child with Chad, but I knew the pain of losing him. Tiffani, who had spent so much longer loving her husband than I had my boyfriend, must be in utter agony.
“You know what they’re about to do to us.”
“No way.” Deacon shook his head, rubbing his leg. I really must have gotten him good. The thought gave me no shortage of satisfaction. “He’s not going to kill all of you. I won’t allow it.”
“You won’t allow it?” This time I looked at Darren. “Has Deacon been hit on the head one too many times?”
Tiffani looked up and, even through her tears, snickered into her hand. Micah groaned and Glen laughed outright. I was glad I could amuse the room.
Or maybe they found the image of Deacon being hit on the head really amusing.
“I think he’s in denial. I don’t think I can get all of you out of here.” Darren rubbed at his forehead. He really did look bothered. When it came down to it, Darren happened to be a really simple person. He gave loyalty, and he stuck with it. The fact he’d given his trust to the most undeserving man in the universe could be deemed a tragedy in some kind of Greek play. In my world, it drove me crazy.
Was it possible Darren had finally seen the error of his ways? He never lied.
Or, at least, I’d never seen him do so.
“There’s no way you can get us all out of here. We’re dead, remember?” I stared at his eyes when I spoke, hoping I could see all the way down to his soul.
“I’ll get you out.” Darren acted like he’d spoken the best words on the planet. He actually danced from foot to foot.
“No.” I shook my head. “If they go down, I go down with them.”
“Rachel.” Deacon caught my attention. “What do you have planned?”
“What could I have planned?”
“I want to help you, damn it.”
“You want to help me? Try remembering who I am. Try putting two and two together and recalling our life before Icahn changed it. If you can get your brain to do that, and actually be my friend again, then I’ll talk to you about helping. But if I were you, I’d try to hurry it up. I’m going to be dead very shortly.”
Or not. I’d be dead later in the evening. When the Wolves got finished with me.
Where was Chad? They must have put him wherever they stashed his father and some of the other Warriors?
“Who decided which prisoners went where?”
“In this case, I did.” Deacon ran a hand through his hair. The boy in the cage had become the traitorous man.
“Maybe I should have left you in your cage.” I didn’t really mean that. I said it to be mean. Beneath me, but who cared anymore?
“See, there’s the problem. If I decide you’re all not crazy, I’m just some guy who had been left in a cage to be fed on by Vampires. I’m the one who needed you to rescue me.”
“You’re the guy who drove your Vampire captors so crazy they sacrificed all the money and time they’d spent to keep you alive and decided to kill you early just to get you out of their hair. Sounds like you, doesn’t it?”
Just then a loud eruption sounded. I knew it was my signal. Turning to Micah, he nodded. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the small plastic pellet I’d shoved in the lining. With a swift movement, I jumped to Micah and pulled his out, too.
Smoke erupted from the caplets. Glen had made them the year before. He recognized what they were and sucked in a deep breath. Smart guy. We all had to breathe shallowly, or we’d get dizzy and slow.
That was what we needed. I unhooked Micah from the wall and headed for Tiffani. Micah would get Glen and we’d all get out of there. Or at least as many of us as could would do so.
The rest of us would fight.
I heard the Wolves roar in the hallway. They’d come to kill. First Icahn and his cronies. Then me.
I gulped. “Deacon.” I shouldn’t be talking with the smoke in the room. It was only going to make things worse. “Darren. You guys don’t deserve this. But get the hell out of here. While you still can.”
I turned toward the door. If they heeded my warning, that would be great. If not, they were no longer my problem. I had monsters of the human variety to kill.