Burn For Me (Phoenix Fire #1)(71)
Author: Cynthia Eden

There were shadows under her eyes.

He followed her to a news station. Eve didn’t know he was there. No one seemed to pay him any attention.

All eyes were on her.

Her voice was strong and certain as she talked about Genesis. About the supernaturals and the humans who’d lost their lives in experiments gone horribly wrong.

She never glanced his way as the cameras rolled.

He knew she’d talked to government officials. The FBI had been with her for days. She’d cooperated with the agents. They’d helped get the charges against her dropped.

Justice could move swiftly in the paranormal world.

An escort took her back to her hotel. She slipped inside, wearing a ball cap over her head as she eased inside the elevator.

Just before the doors closed, he reached out his hand. The sensors reacted, and the doors slid back open.

He stepped into the elevator. They were alone. Finally, her eyes met his.

“Hello, Eve.”

“Cain.”

He hadn’t been able to stay away.

The doors closed with a ding, and the elevator began to rise.

She took a step forward, then stopped. “I didn’t—I didn’t expect to see you.”

He’d been desperate to see her. So damn desperate that if she hadn’t gotten out of that precinct today, he would have ripped the place apart to get to her.

“The cops kept you too long.” His fault. He’d let her go in alone. He lifted a hand and traced the shadows under her eyes.

Her smile seemed to squeeze his heart. “Considering the crimes I was wanted for, getting out this fast is pretty much a miracle.”

She seemed so delicate to him. He wanted to pull her into his arms but—

The elevator doors opened. Too soon. Cain spared a glance over his shoulder. “Get the next f**king ride.”

The guy wisely jumped back.

The doors slid closed, and Cain was alone with her again.

Eve shook her head. Did her lips lift into the faintest smile? He’d missed her smile. He’d missed . . . her.

“This isn’t smart, Cain,” Eve told him as her gaze held his. “I didn’t tell the cops your name, but they found videos of you at that lab. They know what you look like.” Her gaze searched his. “And I’m pretty sure the FBI is tailing me. They can get to you, through me.”

Because he was a threat. Always would be. Cain knew that.

He also knew just where all the FBI tails were. The guys were so obvious. They needed to work on that whole secrecy bit. The paranormals could help them out with that problem. No one did secrecy quite like paranormals, those who preferred to stay under the radar, anyway. We hadn’t all wanted the humans to know about us.

But there was no changing what had been done, thanks to a few ass**le vamps.

Cain gazed back at Eve and asked, “Worried about me?”

“I got you out of one prison.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to have to drag your hide out of another.”

But she would. He knew that. He bent and brushed his lips over hers. How could she taste even sweeter than before? Her mouth was open. Her tongue slid over his. Soft. Sensuous.

“I dreamed about you.” His confession. When he’d slept, Cain hadn’t seen the fire. Not death. Just her.

He’d known that he had to go back to her.

Her hands pushed against his chest. “Did you find Trace?”

Cain shook his head. He’d gone back to Beaumont. Hunted in the woods. Came up with nothing. There had been no sign of the wolf.

The elevator was slowing as they reached Eve’s floor, but he didn’t let her go.

He wanted to keep her. Why the hell couldn’t he?

Mine.

She was the only thing that made him feel sane. Without her, he’d been . . . lost.

“You have to protect yourself,” she told him, pulling away.

Cain stepped toward the back wall of the elevator. When the doors opened, she was the one who exited, and he watched her leave.

She didn’t talk to him. Didn’t glance back. Probably too worried that others were watching. On this floor, they were. The FBI had four agents stationed on Eve’s floor.

But he had another way of getting to Eve. Without all the eyes seeing him. Night had fallen in the city. Night was his time.

Just as she was his.

Everything was gone. The research. The facilities. The funding.

His son.

Gone.

And that bitch was on the news. Spouting her nonsense about truth and torture. He could show her real torture.

The same way he’d shown her mother.

Jeremiah stared at the TV screen. He knew Eve Bradley’s face so well. It was the face he’d seen on the video at the Beaumont facility, the video that showed his son’s last, desperate moments.

Eve had shot Richard in the head, then she’d ordered her lover to stake him.

Did she actually think there would be no punishment for her crime? The police had let her go. Just let the woman walk away.

Jeremiah wouldn’t make the same mistake.

He already knew where she was. And where Eve was . . . the phoenix would be close by.

A phoenix could never stay away from his mate. The need to see her, the yearning, would be too much.

Eve had been sequestered by the police for days. That time must have driven the phoenix crazy. He’d be willing to risk anything to get close to her again.

Jeremiah smiled. He might not be able to kill the phoenix—damn immortal beast—but he could sure take care of the woman.

And without her, the phoenix’s life wouldn’t be worth living.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Eve was in bed when she heard the rap on her balcony door. She sat up, heart racing, sure that she must be dreaming. Then the rap came again.

She was on the fourteenth floor. How the hell could someone be knocking at her balcony door?

Sucking in a deep gulp of air, Eve grabbed for her gun. Yeah, she had one. Courtesy of her lawyer. She was also more than ready to use the weapon if she needed to do so.

A late-night visitor, one who came by way of the balcony . . .

“Eve.” Just her name, but she knew that voice.

Eve put the gun back on the nightstand and hurried across the room. Before she could reach for the lock, the balcony door slid open.

Cain stood there, his hair wet from the light rain that had begun to fall.

Eve shook her head. How had the guy gotten out there?

“I didn’t want to scare you.”

Wait. Did he smile? He did.

“So I knocked first.”

Fourteenth freaking floor. “How did you get out here?”

Cain glanced up with raised brows.