A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark #2)(75)
Author: Kresley Cole

"A month now."

"I wondered why you were so eager to remain." Lachlain surveyed the cage, eyeing it for weaknesses. He’d escaped far worse to get to Emma – he wouldn’t be stopped now. "You’ve no’ told her?"

"Lucia’s tricky. And I suspect she’s a runner. Tell her something she does no’ want to hear and she’ll disappear. And she feels no love for me. She’s the reason I’m here in the first place. She suffers agonizing pain when she misses her target – that’s why she’s so bloody good. Annika set a trap, baited it with Lucia missing and screaming in pain, and I ran headlong. I should have known there was no way she’d miss again. You’ve never seen a creature shoot as she – "

"I have a good idea," Lachlain said dryly, pulling his shirt aside to show him the healing wound on his shoulder.

Garreth clearly didn’t know how to react to that. His brother shot by his mate.

"I harbor no anger toward her." Lachlain strained to stretch the bars apart, unnerved when they didn’t budge. How had he gotten this weak? Yes, he was riddled with injuries, but he’d never found a cage that could hold him. Unless…"They’ve reinforced these?"

"Aye." Garreth rose and grasped the same bar Lachlain was struggling to bend. "These creatures ally with the witches. Annika told me nothing physical can bend these."

When they both couldn’t budge the steel, Lachlain dropped his hands to pace, examining the cage for any alternative, desperate to get to her. He crossed to the one cement wall and pounded his fist against it. Too thick to dig through.

"I canna believe she shot you," Garreth grated. "When we get out of here, I’ll – "

"No, I doona care. Especially since you seem to accept that my mate’s a vampire."

He gave Lachlain an exasperated expression. "I would no’ give a damn if she was a Fury, as long as you are content with her. And it’s clear you are."

"Aye, but I have to get to her," Lachlain said, testing the cement floor.

"At least we’re no’ chained," Garreth offered. "When they open this door, we can attack."

Lachlain stabbed his fingers through his hair. "I’d prefer to be only chained. I’d take off my hands before I let Emma suffer any longer."

Garreth eyed him, and Lachlain knew he’d said the words without the slightest reservation.

"Trust me, Garreth, it is no’ so bad as this feeling – "

Emma whimpered in pain, and he could hear the sound as clearly as if she’d shrieked. He growled in answering pain and lunged into the bars.

The bars were protected, the wall and floor solid cement…

He slowly lifted his head, eyes focused on the ceiling. "I can dig through."

"Lachlain, I doona think that’s wise. This house is centuries old and gets battered as you would no’ believe."

"Doona care."

"You might care that all three stories are tongue-and-groove construction – one piece falls, it’ll be like a domino effect. War, hurricanes, and constant lightning have made it unsound. I doona think Val Hall can take a Lykae biting through the first floor."

"Support it while I’m gone."

"Hold the floor? If I canna, you could be hurting both our mates. This place could come crashing down."

Lachlain slapped him on the shoulder. "Be sure that you doona drop it."

Time was running out. He let the beast have its way with the ceiling, slashing through the wood, digging with its claws, and pulled himself up into the cool house.

On his knees on the floor, Lachlain shook himself, struggling for control. Looking back down, he said, "You can handle this?"

"Just doona be too long," Garreth gritted out. "Oh, and Lachlain?" He was already straining. "Doona kill Wroth, a big black-haired vampire, if you see him about. He’s the one who helped Emma with the idea of the blood straight to her veins. One of Kristoff’s Forbearers. We owe him for Emma’s life."

Lachlain snapped, "What’s Kristoff’s goddamned interest in her?"

Garreth shook his head. "No. I think this Wroth did it to have his union with Myst recognized."

A Valkyrie unified with a vampire?

"He seemed a lot saner than they usually do. Now, go!"

Lachlain leapt to his feet. He followed Emma’s scent easily, moving through the expansive mansion, and stalked straight to her floor. A red-headed Valkyrie was just leaving Emma’s room with a towering male. A vampire. Lachlain’s first instinct was to attack him, but he stifled it. That had to be Wroth, the one who’d helped Emma, and her aunt Myst.

Wroth comforted Myst, brushing tears from her face. A vampire comforting another? Suddenly Wroth’s head jerked up; Lachlain flattened himself against the wall. Wroth scanned the area with narrowed eyes then clasped Myst to him to trace them away.

As soon as they’d disappeared, Lachlain raced to Emma’s room. Inside, her bed was empty. Of course, she must be under it. He fell to his knees, jerked up the bedding. Not under it. When he glanced around, he saw Nïx standing in the adjoining sitting room with Emma in her arms.

"Nïx, bring her to me. I can heal her."

She stroked Emma’s hair. "But your blood comes with a price. One so young as this dreams of wars she’s never seen, feels injuries that would have killed her ten times over."

He shook his head, not wanting to believe.

"She dreams of fire." Nïx sighed. "Forever, forever fire."

Emma appeared frail, her skin and lips pale as snow. Her cheekbones stood out sharply. One look at her, and he was sweating with fear for her.

Nïx leaned down to rub her nose against Emma’s. "Emma of the three. And you don’t know it yet. Emma of the three hacked him in three. What do you have in your little hand? Darling girl. He’s supposed to get you a ring." With effort, Nïx pried the ring from her hand and tossed it to him. He slipped it on without interest. Why the bloody hell wouldn’t she give him Emma as easily?

"You gave her the Instinct. It shines like a star in her, radiating. She can see where you marked her as yours."

Impossible…

Chapter 24

"She will never lose it." Nïx petted her forehead. "She is all of us. Emma of the three."

"Nïx, what will make you give her to me?"

"What would you do for her?"

His brows drew together at the absurd question. "Anything," he rasped.

She studied him for long moments, then nodded firmly. "You have work to do, Lachlain. Give her new memories to fight the old."

He held out his hands for her, forgot to breathe…until Nïx finally handed her to him. He clutched Emma to his chest, but she didn’t wake, and when he glanced up again, Nïx was gone.