Mark of Betrayal

by A. M. Hudson

  Mark of Betrayal

  Book IV of Dark Secrets

  Mark of Betrayal

  A. M. Hudson

  Text © 2012 by Angela M Hudson

  Cover image © 2012 Shutterstock

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  This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, events or incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to places or incidents is purely coincidental.

  “I believe we search for the meaning of life until we find a purpose.

  Then we no longer wonder why we’re here; we know.”

  ~Ara-Rose

  Chapter One

  Life is nothing without pain. We cannot feel the warmth of the sun without knowing cold; we cannot feel the joy of a smile without knowing heartache. But sometimes I wonder how we could know joy without ever experiencing it, either.

  My life would end today, when I hopped in the car at the end of the driveway and saw David in the rear-view, waving. It would be enough to crush me. But right now, in his arms, safe and protected from that fate, I could imagine this was what joy felt like.

  “Don’t say it, Ara.” He stepped back from our embrace. “It’s only goodbye if you say it.”

  “That’s not true, David. I’ve never said goodbye to anyone I’ve lost—doesn’t change the fact that they’re gone.”

  He smiled softly, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Well, who knows, maybe I’ll turn up some positive information on your bloodline—perhaps you were adopted after all, and you’ll be saying hello to a whole new family you never knew you had.”

  I smiled. “Well, I’ll keep the dad I have, but I’d like a sister.”

  He laughed a little. “Then, a sister I shall find you.”

  We both looked up to the car when Mike cleared his throat for the tenth time, leaning on the hood, his arms folded, the passenger door sitting open.

  “I think that’s your cue to go,” David said.

  “No, the last four huffs before that were. He’s one grunt short of physically removing me.”

  “Shall we run away then?” His eyes, as I looked up at him, offered only humour, not the proposition I hoped for.

  “I wish we could. But then who’d catch the big bad vamp?”

  He waved a dismissive hand. “Let the humans do it.”

  I laughed and wrapped my arms all the way around his ribs, disappearing from the warmth of the near-summer sun against the shade of his towering height. “I’ll see you soon.”

  “You will.” He kept one hand around my neck as I backed slightly away. “I’ll find Drake for you, Ara—and I’ll be at the manor by the end of summer.”

  “Promise?”

  He shook his head. “Too many promises have not been kept, my love. I won’t promise this, but I will promise not to rest until I find that son of a bitch.”

  “It’s not his fault, you know.”

  “Who?”

  “Drake. It’s not his fault there’s a prophecy that states he’s going to be killed by a kid. I mean, we’d be hunting us down if we were Drake. I feel sorry for him.”

  David let a breath out through his nose. “And this is why children should not take on adult responsibilities.”

  “Who? Me? A child?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m not a child.”

  “Ara, you’re nineteen. You’re a child.”

  “Then you are, too. You’re nineteen.”

  “I’m over a hundred and twenty years old. My body is nineteen. But my mind is wise beyond that—far wiser than yours.”

  “So, now I’m dumb.”

  “Not dumb, my love, I’d never say that about you—you’re a very smart girl, but sometimes you just see things with the innocence of a child.”

  “I disagree. I think I’m right about Drake.”

  He half turned away, looking back at the house. “You’ll see, in time. Your decisions will directly affect others now, mon amour, and I can only warn you so far. There will come a point where you will have to see the damage you’ve done before my words finally sink in.”

  I huffed, dropping my hands onto my hips. “Well, if you think you know so much, you go rule those people.”

  “I will be ruling. Once we catch Drake.”

  “Fine. Then you can do it alone. I quit. If I know nothing, why should I—”

  “Ara.” Mike grabbed my arm from behind and tugged me away a little. “Stop arguing, baby. We gotta go; the Lilithians are rallying to meet their princess.”

  “No.” I shrugged from his grasp. “I’m not going anywhere. How can I find one ounce of faith in myself, when no one else seems to have any?”

  “We do, baby. We’re all just stressed, okay.”

  “David?”

  He looked up from his feet.

  “Do you really believe I’m too young to do this?”

  “Just say it,” Mike said; I looked at him, but he was looking at David.

  “Say what?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” David said, staring Mike down.

  “Guys!” I stomped my foot. “Stop doing that. I know you’ve been talking about me when I can’t hear you. What’s going on?”

  Mike took a breath. “He’s not worried about your abilities as queen, Ara.”

  David stepped forward a little, his body language holding no bars back, warning Mike not to elaborate.

  “I’m sorry, mate, she deserves to know.”

  “Know what?” I said.

  “He’s worried about the spirit bind.”

  David sunk back, silently cursing.

  “Really?”

  “See, this is exactly why I was worried,” David said. “You swore you wouldn’t tell her. You just can’t do it, can you? You just can’t separate yourself from her.”

  “I’m marrying Emily, David. There is nothing going on between Ara and I.”

  “Doesn’t mean there won’t be.” He turned away and gave the picket fence a little kick with his toe, gentle enough not to knock it down.

  “Oh, my God. You think because I’m bound to him I’m going to betray our wedding vows?” I stomped over to David. “How can you think that?”

  “Because I know your heart, Ara.” He faced me again, hunching slightly, his hands in his pockets. “I know you’d follow it to your own detriment. I—” He looked at Mike for a second, his eyes narrowed, a thousand words not found in the dictionary being aimed at him across the lawn. “I love you, okay, but you’ve never loved just me. And I’m sending you away for God knows how long, to live in a place without me, without my touch. If you get lonely or scared or—” He shook his head. “You’re gonna go to him for comfort.”

  My mouth wouldn’t close. I looked at Mike, then David, and back again a few times, unsure what to say. And Mike didn’t say anything either, maybe because he’d already had this argument with David, or maybe because he believed I was incapable of fidelity.

  “But, of course I’ll go to Mike for a hug or some companionship, David—he’s my friend. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to forget I love you,” I said.

  “Hasn’t stopped you in the past. Nay, the lake?”

  “Oh, my God! Is this say whatever you can think of to hurt me day? Christ, David. You’re such an arse.”

  “No, Ara.” He grab
bed my arm. “I just love you. And I am so sick of losing you that the very idea of you getting in that car right now has me blinded with madness.”

  I sniffled, shaking a little despite the heat. “You’re not going to lose me, David. I have to go away, yes, but I won’t let myself be with Mike. I swear it.” I touched my chest.

  “Don’t.” He shook his head. “Don’t swear it, Ara; promises have never stopped you from doing what you want to do. So don’t make a promise to me, because I know you can’t keep it.”

  “David, that’s a horrid thing to say.”

  “I know, but—” He licked his lips, shaking his head as several sentences came to fruition, but only one came out; “Something’s different—it’s not like it was before.”

  “What’s not?”

  “Our love.”

  The world rocked beneath me. “What are you saying?”

  “Just forget it.” He turned away.

  “No.” I grabbed his arm again. “I won’t just forget it. David, tell me what you mean.”

  “I mean—” He towered over me as he walked closer. “All we do is fight. I can’t read your thoughts; I can’t even read your heart, anymore. Whatever the connection we used to have…” He looked over at Mike, then back at me. “It’s gone.”

  “Gone?” My heart dropped into my knees. “You don’t love me?”

  “I didn’t say that.” His voice softened, his eyes flicking over my face.

  “Then what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying I don’t trust you—like I did before. And I don’t even know why. I just know there’s something different about you, and I don’t trust it, whatever it is.”

  “Different?”

  “Just forget it.” He turned away again. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  “Yes, you should.” I followed him. “That’s the real problem with this relationship, David. You never say anything. You never tell me anything.”

  “Maybe I have good reason for that,” he said, walking faster.

  “What reason? What have I ever done to prove you can’t trust me?”

  “You never listen,” he hissed as he spun around. “You make misinformed decisions about what’s best; you let your heart control everything you do. If you would just grow up, just—” He held his hands up, shaping his sentence into a ball of frustration. “None of this would’ve happened if you were even a little bit more mature.”

  “None of what would’ve happened, David?” I challenged, wearing my hands in a gesture of authority.

  He ran his fingers through his hair. “Think about it. Just trace over everything we’ve suffered, Ara. It’s all because you couldn’t make up your mind—all because you have some deluded idea of what right and wrong is.”

  “Deluded? Deluded! Damn it, David. Killing is wrong. That’s all I ever had a problem with. Why can’t you see that? Why do I have to take the blame for all of this, when, at any point, you could have shared yourself with me? Told me how you killed Rochelle, told me to watch out for your brother—that he might come after me. You could’ve warned me he could mind-link, saved me all this anguish for being in lo—” I zipped my words back in. He couldn’t know the truth of those dreams I had. Couldn’t know Jason ever mind-linked with me, other than the dream where he bound me.

  David stepped carefully toward me, becoming taller as he grabbed my arm. “Being in what, Ara?”

  I swallowed. “No one’s to blame here. Okay. Things happen, David. We can’t blame each other, or we’ll never get through this.”

  He let go of my arm. “You’re keeping something from me. I can feel it.”

  He stared me down, and I stared back, with the wall of everything at stake rising up in front of my thoughts, protecting them in case he got through. If he ever found out that I had loved Jason, anywhere in my heart, I’d never see him again.

  “You’re right.” I took the route of deflection. “I do love Mike. And the spirit bind complicates things. But it always has. It’s never been any different.”

  Mike wandered back to the car then, shaking his head. David and I watched him for a minute.

  “But you don’t need to worry. I promise—” I emphasised the word he said I could never use, “—that nothing will happen between Mike and I.”

  David looked to be caving, like he might take me in his arms and kiss my head. But he stiffened, becoming that hard man I’d seen a few times now, and looked over at Mike before glaring back down at me. “I wish I could take your word. I really do. But I don’t trust either of you,” he said, and disappeared, leaving me in the wake of his suspicion.

  My chest heaved and my gut churned, calling up the rise of bile I’d held down all day. I folded over.

  “Ara, baby, he’s just scared, okay?” Mike lifted me to stand.

  “No.” I shook my head, searching the entire lakeside park for my vampire. “No. He believes it. He really believes I’m going to cheat on him.”

  “Come on.” He made me walk to the car. “We’ll worry about it later, okay. You can send him a message on Facebook when we get you settled at the manor.”

  “He shut his Facebook account down, Mike.”

  “He did?”

  “Yes. Dead people don't go on Facebook.”

  “Oh. Right. Well, you can send him a text. Okay?”

  I nodded, not feeling any better. “How can he have so little faith in me?”

  “I don’t know, baby. But he knows you better than any of us. Maybe he’s right.” He shrugged; I glared at him. “Or maybe not. I don’t know. But, he clearly thinks very little of me, too, to think I’d ever cheat on Em. I may love ya, baby, but I’m not that sort of man. You know that, right?”

  “Yeah, I know.” I looked back at the house as I hopped in the passenger seat of the car. “I’m sorry you got dragged into that, Mike.”

  “Don’t stress it.” He shut the door and appeared in the driver’s seat a breath later, smiling widely. “Let’s just go have some fun training some knights.”

  He clicked his seatbelt into place, and I offered a smile, exhaling, though, inside, my gut was missing—still left on the ground where David’s words tore it out.

  * * *

  The grass arched outward like a parting sea, green and thick, flat under his outstretched leg; he tapped his foot to a beat only he could hear, while the pages of the tatty old book in his hand flickered in the warm summer breeze.

  “Read me a line?” a girl said, swinging one leg over the branch of the tree above him.

  He looked up and his closed lips spread wide with a smile for a moment, then he flipped through a few pages and read aloud.

  The girl sat back; one leg tucked under her knee, her dress hanging loosely past the branch, twirling a strand of her long brown hair. “I like the sound of your voice when you read. It’s so soothing.”

  The boy stopped and closed the book. “That was my aunt’s favourite passage.”

  “Why?”

  “Never asked her. My uncle told me he used to read this one passage to her, sometimes three or four times in a row—sitting under this very tree.”

  “Under this tree?” she said. “But this is my dream. How can they have been here?”

  The boy’s smiling eyes rested on his book again, a secret hiding behind them that he could share if he wanted, but chose not to.

  “What was your uncle’s favourite passage?”

  “I’m not sure he had one. I’m not even sure he liked this book.”

  “Why did he read it then?”

  The boy rested his head against the trunk of the tree. “He told me once that he never felt good enough for Arietta—that he always felt like a monster, darkening her purity. He read this story to her because he liked to believe even one who is deemed a monster can truly be good inside—that we all deserve love no matter what we are.”

  “Is that why you like it?”

  “No.” He grinned and stood up, leaving the book on the grass. “I like it because it has a
tragic ending.”

  “Liar.” The girl smiled and sat with both legs over the same side of the branch, the boy right beside her knees. “You like it because you can relate to Quasimodo.”

  “Relate? Is that because the beastly creature falls in love with the beautiful girl?” He hooked a hand over the branch and swung himself outward a little. “I never said I was in love with you.”

  “You didn’t have to.” She jumped down. “And that wasn’t what I meant.”

  “Then what did you mean?”

  “I meant…that you’ve always been misunderstood. David is like the good guy—the one they all think is beautiful on the inside—the hero, while you, who truly means to do only good by all, have been labelled the bad guy, the hideous beast. You’re just misunderstood.” She shrugged. “Like Quasimodo.”

  The boy stared forward, his arms folded over his chest. “You have a very unique way of analysing things.”

  “Or maybe I just know good when I see it.”

  “So, you think I’m the good guy, huh?”

  “I know you are.”

  He scratched his brow and smiled, then dropped his arms to his sides. “Well, you were right about one thing.”

  “Yeah, what’s that?” the girl asked, tilting her head.

  “I do lo—”

  A groggy hold stuck in the back of my throat as I lifted my head off the window, wiping a sliver of moisture from the indent left in my chin where I’d been leaning on the lock.

  “Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Mike said, then grimaced as he looked at me. “Or should I say Beast.”

  “Shut up.” I whacked his arm then flipped the visor down to look in the mirror. Oh, my dear God.

  “There’s a brush in the glove compartment,” Mike said, reaching across to open it.

  “You keep a brush in your car?”

  “Don’t judge.” He eyed the road, smiling. “A guy likes neat hair, too.”

  I grabbed the brush and fixed my hair as best I could, huffing when it stood its ground as a frizzy monstrosity. “Argh!”