Hidden Worlds

by Kristie Cook

  “Hi, Eirik,” Danielle said sweetly.

  “Danielle. Excuse us, girls.” He started to lead me way.

  “That was a beautiful eulogy, Raine,” Jess said.

  I stiffened. A compliment from Jess? I didn’t think so. She was buttering me up for something. “Thanks. It was a group effort.”

  “Group effort?” she asked, her eyebrow lifted.

  “She means we worked on it together, Jess,” Eirik said in a hard voice. “Excuse us.” He started forward, forcing Jess and the other two girls to move aside. Danielle wasn’t easily intimidated, even though she was petite.

  “Dance with me, Eirik,” Danielle said, wrapping her hands around his other arm, completely ignoring me.

  Eirik freed his arm from hers. “Maybe next time. Right now, I need to dance with my girlfriend.” He shuddered as we walked away. “Piranhas. How can Torin stand them?”

  I had no response for him. Coming to Torin’s party had been a terrible idea. This afternoon he had looked at me like I meant everything to him, and now he was with Jess. My chest hurt just thinking about them together. I wanted to go home and cry my eyes out. The problem was if I left, Eirik would want to know why.

  Determined to act normal, I smiled and pretended everything was okay. We got drinks, nibbled on cheese, and mingled. The turnout was huge, and from the animated faces, everyone appeared to be having fun. I was miserable.

  I focused on the house, noting the changes from before when Eirik’s family had lived here. The old den was now a mini-gym with weight racks, several machines, and a workout bench. A few guys were messing around with dumbbells. Upstairs, two doors were locked. One led to Eirik’s parents’ old bedroom. The other was Eirik’s old bedroom, now Torin’s. The other rooms were empty, but not for long. Students had a way of finding all the cool niches to make-out.

  Back downstairs, some of the guys dragged Eirik to the video game. He gave me a helpless look, and I found myself smiling.

  “I’ll be fine,” I reassured him and headed outside where Marj and a group of people sat on the trampoline. Eirik’s parents had gotten rid of the jungle gym when he became too old to use it, but left the trampoline alone.

  Intent on attracting Marj’s attention, I didn’t see Jess and her friends until I stepped on the back porch. “All alone?” Danielle asked. “Did Eirik desert you?”

  I ignored them and tried to walk around them, but they blocked my path.

  “I guess it’s just you and us now,” Jess said.

  “What do you want, Jess?” I asked, injecting as much venom as I could in the single question. I wasn’t scared of her or her friends.

  “Stop ogling her boyfriend,” Vera snarled.

  I blinked. “Excuse me?”

  “You don’t think we haven’t noticed the way you’re always staring at Torin?” Danielle added. “You already have Eirik.”

  “As for the fake tears in church today, we saw right through them. You wanted him to feel sorry for you and take you home,” Jess said. “You’re so pathetic.”

  “Actually, you three are the pathetic ones,” a familiar voice intruded. I looked over Danielle’s shoulder at Andris, his silver hair spiked, brown eyes twinkling. He winked at me. “Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?”

  “No.” For the first time since we’d met, I was actually happy to see him, not that I’d let him know it. He sat on the porch rail with his back against a pole, legs crossed and a bottle of a clear liquid in his hand.

  “Who are you?” Jess asked.

  “Get lost,” Andris said rudely, then waved me over and patted the rail. “Join me, Raine.”

  I slid past the three girls and moved to his side. “Don’t call me sweetheart.”

  “I rescue you from these …” he studied Jess and her friends and dismissed them with an eye roll, “and you’re giving me attitude?”

  “I didn’t need rescuing,” I said.

  “You can’t talk to me like that,” Jess snarled at the same time. “This is my boyfriend’s house.”

  “Boyfriend?” Andris laughed. “Not only are you stupid, you’re delusional. One word from me and St. James will throw your sorry ass out of here. Now beat it and take your groupies with you.” He dismissed them again with a flicker of his hand.

  “Oh, we’ll see who gets thrown out,” Jess said peevishly and stomped away. Her friends followed.

  Andris focused on me and smirked. “Did you miss me even a little bit?”

  I ignored the question. “Where’s Maliina?”

  “Home on a timeout. She’s been a very naughty girl.”

  That was an understatement. “You can’t put her on a timeout. She’s not a child.”

  “No, she’s not, and I’m crazy about her. However, I had a lot of explaining and groveling to do because of her. That’s why I was gone for so long, just in case you’re wondering. Want a sip?” He offered me his drink.

  I wrinkled my nose. “No, thanks. If you’re crazy about her, why don’t you show her? She only acts out because she needs reassurance that you love her.”

  “I know, but when you’ve been together for a couple of centuries, you do what you can to spice things up. A little jealousy goes a long way, and the makeup sex is amazing.” He wiggled his brow.

  My face heated. “That’s a stupid reason to chase Mortals.”

  “I pretend to chase Mortals, except in your case. You’re special.”

  “Yeah. Right.”

  “That’s him,” Jess said from the doorway and pointed at Andris. Torin stepped on the porch behind Jess, followed by Vera, Savanna, and Danielle. Torin’s gaze swung from me to Andris, his eyes narrowing.

  “What are you doing here?” Torin asked. He sounded too calm.

  “Doing your job, big brother. I rescued Raine from your … whatever they are.” Andris studied Jess and her friends and made a face. “They ganged up on her, the skanks,” he added with mock outrage.

  Skanks? I almost laughed, until I saw Torin’s expression. He looked thunderous as his eyes shifted from me to Jess. “You did what?”

  Jess blinked. “I, uh …”

  “Come with me,” he snapped.

  Jess frowned, confusion on her face, and she followed him.

  Andris snorted. “She’s like a puppy, isn’t she? Run along,” he added to the other three girls. As they turned and scurried away, I almost felt sorry for them.

  “Are you always this rude to people you plan to recruit?”

  “Absolutely. I don’t like Mortals, especially those not on my list.” He sipped his drink. “No, that’s not true. I prefer them,” he hopped down, leaned toward me, and whispered, “dead.” He laughed, bathing my face with alcoholic fumes. I leaned back. “You should see your face. Classic. Later, sweetheart.” He entered the house, still chuckling.

  He was nuts, just like Maliina. I had no idea how I fit in their grand scheme of things, but I was done with this party. I went in search of Eirik, but he was busy playing whatever game they had on the screen. The crowd watching had grown larger and louder. Not sure whether to leave without telling him or not, I paused behind the couch. Then my heart tripped as I felt Torin’s presence. It was as though I was wired to sense him or something.

  “Dance with me,” he whispered, his breath brushing my ear.

  I swallowed. “Where’s Jess?”

  “She doesn’t matter. You do.”

  I wanted to believe him, wanted to look into his eyes and see if he meant it. It was impossible to explain how he’d come to mean so much to me so fast. “You marked her with de-skanking runes?”

  He chuckled. “She and I have an understanding now.”

  The back of his hand brushed against mine, and I sucked in a breath. For a moment he traced squiggles on the back of my hand, his caress light and hypnotic.

  I closed my eyes, savoring his touch. He shifted, the tips of his fingers running up and down my palm, inviting me to play with him. Heart pounding, I went for it. Fingers caressed my palm. It was the most
erotic foreplay ever. He gently stroked my arm, and I trembled. He wasn’t playing fair. Finally, he looped his pinky around mine. Since we stood so close with the back of the couch in front of us, I hoped no one could tell we were touching.

  “Don’t just stand there watching them,” Cora said, coming to stand beside me. She fanned her face. “Go dance.”

  I yanked my hand from Torin’s and turned to face her. “I don’t mind.”

  “Really? What’s the game about?” she challenged and cocked her brow.

  I stared blankly at her. “I don’t know, but Eirik seems to enjoy it and I don’t want to pull him away.”

  “You don’t have to dance with him.” She grabbed Torin’s arm. “Dance with Torin.”

  Cora could be so bossy sometimes. I glanced at Torin and found him trying hard not to laugh. Once again, they were ganging up on me without knowing it. I wanted to go with him. Eirik was into the video game and wouldn’t miss me. Besides, it was just a dance. No need to feel guilty.

  I led the way to the living room. As though on cue, the music changed to a slow tune. The dancers on the floor went with the flow. I hesitated. Torin didn’t give me a chance to escape. He took my hands and placed them on his shoulders.

  “Did you change the music?” I asked.

  “What do you think?” He flashed a wicked grin, looped his arm around my waist, and pulled me closer.

  If it were possible to melt, I’d be a pool of goo on the floor. Time lost meaning. Wrong and right ceased to matter. The twig of guilt at leaving Eirik disappeared. We moved even closer, my check resting on Torin’s chest.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he said, his voice husky.

  I didn’t say yes, but neither did I say no. The music was still playing when he maneuvered us to the side door leading to the garage, opened it, and closed the door behind us. The lights turned on automatically. I looked around. His Harley looked majestic in the middle of the garage.

  “Alone at last,” he said.

  “What are we doing in here?” I asked, walking toward his bike.

  “Escaping the noise. Techno music is just not my thing.”

  I laughed and glanced his way. He watched me with a naughty gleam in his eyes. I swallowed, trying to focus on our conversation. “Then why play it.”

  “This generation seems to enjoy it, and faking interest in the same music creates trust.” He followed me, his gait slow like a predator stalking its prey.

  “So, it is important to gain our trust?”

  He shrugged. “Not really, but it makes my work easier.”

  “You still won’t tell me why you need to recruit athletes?”

  A pained expression crossed his handsome face. “I can’t.”

  Andris had hinted Jess and her friends weren’t on his list. “Do you have a list of recruits?”

  He laughed. “No.”

  “Will I be on yours?”

  A look of utter horror crossed his face. “No way.”

  His reaction hurt. “Why not? Am I not good enough?”

  He shook his head, a lock of hair falling over his forehead. He pushed it back, and I could tell he hated discussing his work. “That’s not it.”

  “Maybe I’m on Andris’ list.”

  “He wouldn’t dare without telling me,” Torin ground out.

  Silence followed. I might not know why they were after the swim team, but his attitude sucked. “I should go back inside,” I said weakly, though I didn’t make a move to leave. “Eirik’s probably looking for me.”

  “Don’t go,” he said softly, walking around the Harley. He stood behind me, bringing his intoxicating warmth. “I didn’t bring you in here to talk about my work.”

  “Why then?”

  “I wanted us to be alone.”

  I released a shaky breath. “I saw you earlier.”

  “It wasn’t enough. Call me greedy, but I need more.” He ran his knuckles up and down my arm. I shivered. His hands rested on my hips. Then he lowered his head and pressed his face into my hair. “I didn’t expect you when I came here, Freckles. This was supposed to be a routine job, yet now it’s much more.”

  I leaned against him, wanting to ease the pain in his voice even though I didn’t know how. “But I’m with Eirik.”

  “He’s not right for you.” His voice was low, intense.

  “I’ve known him all my life. He understands me.”

  “Does he make you tremble with a touch?” He ran the tips of his fingers up my bare arm, his touch feather light, yet it lit a fire inside me. I closed my eyes, my entire body trembling. He lifted hair from my neck, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss on my exposed neck. Warmth pulsed through me. “Is he the first person you think about when you wake up in the morning and the last one you think about before you fall asleep?”

  Torin was the one I thought about every night and every morning. I opened my mouth to tell him he was the one. That he was all I’d ever wanted in a guy, but I couldn’t speak.

  “Do you know what I want to do to him every time I see him touch you? Every time he kisses you? I want to rip his head off.” He turned me around and brought me against him.

  I looked into his beautiful sapphire eyes and found myself drowning, melting. He traced my jaw line then my lips with his finger. Unparalleled craving rocked through me, and I grabbed a handful of his shirt to keep from falling. He lowered his head, and I stopped breathing. All my senses focused on him.

  Then our lips met.

  A tingling started on my lips and skidded under my skin. His teeth nipped my lip, and I gasped, giving him access to my mouth. He gently soothed the bite with his tongue then slipped past my lips to find my tongue. The first taste of him and my world exploded. I ceased to exist. I became part of something bigger, better, and brighter.

  He groaned and deepened the kiss, his arm tightening around me and pulling me closer. I let go of his shirt, reached up, and cupped his face, holding him in place. This was what I had craved ever since he stopped outside my house, this feeling of completeness. He let go of my mouth long enough to rain kisses all over my face and down my neck, but I wasn’t ready to let him go. I grabbed his head and brought his mouth back to mine, my head spinning, my entire body on the verge of something I didn’t understand.

  He tore his mouth from mine and looked at me with burning eyes, his breathing heavy. I loved that he was affected by the kiss.

  “You are mine, Freckles,” he vowed.

  A chuckle filled the room. “This is very entertaining—”

  Torin growled. “Get lost, Andris.”

  “I plan to, big brother, but her love-struck boyfriend will be here any second. He’s looking for her and getting frantic.”

  I stared at Torin in horror. Eirik. What was I going to do? “I have to talk to him.”

  “No. We’ll talk to him together.”

  I shook my head. “No. I have to do it alone.”

  “I agree with her,” Andris butted in again. “Duty calls, big brother.”

  Blue ice flashed in Torin’s eyes, but he ignored Andris. “Freckles—”

  “This whole place is about to go ka-boom, Torin,” Andris cut in.

  “What?” Torin glared at Andris, his arm tightening around me.

  “What do you mean ka-boom?” I asked, my senses still humming from the kiss, but reality returning like a splash of cold water.

  “Maliina is here, and she’s on the war path. I think she broke a gas pipe or something. You might not smell it in here, but inside reeks of it. I thought you’d want to know.”

  Torin cursed. “You said you bound her with runes.”

  Andris shrugged. “Ingrid must have released her. Don’t worry. I’ll find her and take her home.”

  “Like Hel you will,” Torin snapped, runes appearing on his body, their glow visible through his dark clothes. “I’ll deal with her myself. Take Raine to safety.”

  “No, I have to warn my friends,” I protested.

  “Let her,” Andris adde
d. “Why do we have to do everything by the book? Mortals and Immortals working together sounds great.”

  One second Torin was beside me, the next his hand was wrapped around Andris’ neck. “I’m entrusting you with her life, little brother. Anything happens to her and your life is mine for eternity. Get it?”

  Andris nodded, but a huge grin settled on his face.

  “Good. Now get her out of here.” The runes glowed brighter, and Torin went through the door.

  I ran after him, fear making my insides shaky. I reached for the door knob. I had to find the others. If anything happened to Cora or Eirik …

  Andris grabbed my wrist before my hand closed on the knob. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

  I yanked my arm. “Let go, you psycho. I have to find my friends.”

  “No, you don’t.” He wrapped his arms around my mid-section and lifted me toward the side door leading out of the garage. I kicked and struggled, but he just laughed. “One thing you’re going to learn is that St. James is like a one-man army.”

  “I know this house,” I snapped, still trying to break free. “I know where some of the people are making out. He’ll need our help to get everyone out.”

  For a brief moment, I thought Andris would disobey Torin when he put me down. I turned, and he snugged me, slung me on his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes, and left the garage. I hit his back, kicked. Cool night air slapped my heated cheeks as he moved away from Torin’s house so fast everything was blurry. “Put me down.”

  He did, but didn’t let go of me. We were under my tree.

  “Do you know how big this is?” he asked.

  I ignored him, studying the students pouring out of Torin’s house and trying to find Cora and Eirik.

  “He trusted me with the most important thing in his life,” Andris added.

  Seriously? He was the most self-absorbed guy I’d ever met. “This is not about you, Andris. Your girlfriend is about to kill my friends and for what?”

  “For thinking you can take him from me,” Maliina snarled, and the next thing I knew I was airborne. Arms flailing, I tried to find something to grab onto. I found nothing but air. My head slammed against the wall. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and spears of white pain shot across my skull.