by CK Dawn
Orlando, her other protector and Kian’s longtime friend, squatted at the other side of the cabin door, his sniper rifle shooting at the warrior monks to keep them at bay.
“Kian, you came,” Lucienne whimpered. With the arrival of her elite warriors, she and Vladimir were safe at last.
“Lucia, hang in there!” Kian shouted over the gunshots.
“She’s shot. She’s lost too much blood!” Vladimir shouted. “She needs to get to a medic within two minutes!”
“Speed up!” Kian yelled toward the pilot inside the helicopter. “Damn it! The Siren’s hurt!”
The helicopter picked up speed. The magnificent monastery, the valley, and the warrior monks fell away in a blur. Lucienne vaguely remembered passing a river but couldn’t remember its name. Cold occupied her mind like an endless fog. She had never thought cold could be worse than pain, but it was—it was numbing her will to stay alive. If Vladimir’s warm hand hadn’t gripped hers so tightly, she’d have been reduced to pieces of ice.
“We’ll go no further,” Kian ordered. “Clear any barrier.”
The helicopter lowered itself toward the plain. When the chopper was seventy-feet or so from the ground, Orlando and three soldiers—one of them a military medic—rappelled from the other side of the cabin door.
When they descended to Lucienne, Orlando and another soldier reached for her, securing and carrying her to the ground. No one paid attention to Vladimir, who leapt onto a spare rope and glided to the ground after the medic.
Lucienne realized that she was lying on damp ground. Faces blurred in and out of her vision. Vaguely someone said her bleeding had been stopped but that she had already lost too much blood. Then, somehow, she was inside the helicopter again, flying. She loved flying, but not this time. This time it hurt too much.
She saw Dr. Wren’s dark eyes and bushy eyebrows hovering above her. Dr. Wren was the Lams’ doctor. Lucienne heard the doctor yelling at Vladimir, “Shut your mouth, boy. Let a professional do his job.” It seemed Vladimir was trying to persuade the short-tempered doctor to give her some painkillers.
She’d love to experience numbness overtake the discomfort, but painkillers weren’t for Sirens. All Sirens and their doctors knew this. Sirens regenerated faster than others, but painkillers prolonged their recovery time. Dr. Wren did, however, give her a partial anesthetic while he worked on extracting the bullet. He also gave her a blood transfusion. The blood was from the blood bank in Red Mansion. Only the Lams’ trusted family doctors, the Sirens, and Kian had access to the bank. The rare blood was for the Sirens only. After a Siren was marked during the ritual, his or her blood became compatible only with former Sirens. She had heard the horror stories about former Sirens who drained themselves when they knew their end was coming to reserve their blood for their heirs. Kian, who always acted three steps ahead, must have brought the whole package—the doctor and bags of Sirens’ blood.
Everyone continued fussing over her while she felt detached. She slowly sank into unconsciousness only to be brought back by the pain. She thought she had told Dr. Wren to take care of Vladimir’s bleeding hand, but she wasn’t sure. Maybe she only told the doctor to help Vladimir in her mind. She couldn’t tell the difference.
When Lucienne slid back into awareness, she was relieved to see that Vladimir’s hand had indeed been bandaged. He was searching her face, worried for her, suspicious of everyone else, and angry with himself. It seemed that he had kept his promise to stay close to her.
“You risked her life. If she hadn’t survived, you wouldn’t have been allowed to breathe the air again.” That was Kian, his tone spitting cold fury. “Even terminating you like a pathetic insect wouldn’t give me pleasure.”
“You wouldn’t have a chance to lay your uncouth fingers on me, if she hadn’t survived,” Vladimir answered. “In my bloody rage, I’d drag down whoever stood in my path. If you’re smart, you’d know to stay away from me. I’m only warning you because we both know she’d be upset if it’s you I take down.”
This was bad. No one said things like that to Kian. Lucienne opened her mouth, desperately wanting to stop them from fighting, but her tongue was still numb and her jaw wouldn’t cooperate. Neither of them noticed her weak glare.
Kian snorted. “Take me down?”
The men in the helicopter rumbled with laughter.
“What?” Vladimir’s voice was hoarse with anger. “You think I can’t?”
Orlando laughed to tears. “This is hilarious.”
Lucienne felt sorry for Vladimir. He was a lone wolf facing Kian’s superb pack. But the prince wasn’t backing down. “I know more about you than you think. I have open files on everyone around her.” Vladimir scanned the faces with a defiant, smug look. He singled out Orlando, naming his obsession with fish. After Vladimir named every soldier’s habits, hobbies, and family members, he upped the ante by calling out their weakness as well. This got their attentions. The men stopped laughing and glared at Vladimir.
Dr. Wren chuckled. “Kian McQuillen, you’ve met your match, according to spy boy.”
“Don’t call me boy,” Vladimir growled.
“How old are you, boy?” Dr. Wren regarded Vladimir in amusement. “Aren’t old enough to have a driver’s license, are you?”
The soldiers burst into raucous, vengeful laughter.
Lucienne stared hard at Dr. Wren to warn him not to stir up more trouble, but the doctor pretended not to see.
“Old enough to fly a jet,” Vladimir said.
“After we get Lucia home, send the prince right back to his uncle on the next flight,” Kian said.
Lucienne inhaled. Kian knew about Vladimir’s uncle. He had a file on Vladimir and knew her friend was the last descendant of the royal Czech bloodline. She had been naïve to believe that she had kept things between her and Vladimir airtight.
She must prevent Kian from sending Vladimir away. “No!” she cried. Her desperation finally helped her break through her vocal barrier.
“I won’t leave her,” Vladimir challenged Kian. “And no one can make me.”
Everyone ignored Vladimir but turned to Lucienne.
“Lucia, dear child,” Dr. Wren asked gently. “How do you feel?”
“Kid, we’ll get you home soon,” Kian said, holding her hand.
“Lucia, I’m here.” Vladimir fought to hold her other hand, despite Kian’s vicious glare.
“Vladimir stays.” Lucienne looked at Kian. “He’s earned it.”
“By leading you into a blind chase and throwing you into the abyss?” Kian gritted his teeth toward Vladimir.
“By diving after me and saving my life,” Lucienne said. “And it wasn’t a blind chase. We got the second scroll.” A satisfied smile floated to her face as she watched Kian’s eyes go wide. She turned toward Vladimir, who squeezed her hand gently.
“Rest. I know talking hurts.” Vladimir turned to glare at Kian. “Don’t bug her again. She needs rest. Dr. Wren, you should guard your patient.”
“You don’t get to order me, boy!” Dr. Wren said. “I know how to treat my patient. Now, hands off! Respect her personal space.”
That backfired. Lucienne watched Dr. Wren drive Vladimir away from her. Kian was more than willing to agree with the doctor. The prince was banished to the back of the helicopter, to brood in the corner.
Lucienne closed her eyes.
“I’m not done with you yet, Blazek!” Kian shouted toward the back. “Next time come to me first! Now, tell me why you put her in grave danger.”
“If I knew Lucia was going to get hurt, I’d never have gotten her involved,” Vladimir said. “It was entirely my fault. But at the time, the plan seemed perfect. Lucia and I had to do it alone. We waited until her grandfather was on his jet to a relic site, while all the attention was on him. We then made it look like we eloped.”
“Eloped?” Kian’s voice was hard.
“Would you have had a better strategy?” Vladimir asked.
“The las
t thing Lucia would do is elope with you,” Kian sneered. “But go on.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” Vladimir retorted. “And if you keep interrupting me, I won’t get to the best part—the part you’re dying to know.”
Lucienne sighed, knowing Vladimir would never miss a chance to brag, particularly to Kian. “We opened the vault that no one has been able to since 775CE. The monks hadn’t a clue their Holy Grail was right inside the Gonkhang Chapel. You know what Bön demon is, right?”
“Just finish the damn story,” Kian said.
“I wish you could have been there to watch how we removed one impossible obstacle after another. She was awesome. We both were,” Vladimir said. Lucienne could feel his gaze caressing her.
“If you were that awesome, how did you almost end up in the bottom of that abyss with over a thousand warrior monks on your sorry ass?” Kian questioned.
Lucienne opened her eyes, in time to see Vladimir’s reaction. He blinked his long lashes, pain and fury moving across his striking features. “It’s true. I almost cost her life. If you hadn’t shown up, we’d probably be dead. I swear to God, I’m going back to Samye to make them pay!”
“The bullet wasn’t from the monks,” Kian said.
“Did someone follow us?” Lucienne asked. A fire of dark anger leapt into her eyes.
Kian nodded. The line on his face hardened. “The sniper followed you from the continent. We got Intel, but a bit too late. I almost lost you.” He paused, collecting himself. When he spoke again, his voice was calm and gentle. “If there’s anything you want in the future, you can always come to me,” he said. “Don’t just run away. Promise me you’ll never do that again.”
“Fine,” Lucienne said. “But how did you find us? I left no trail.”
“It took me a few hours to figure out where you’d headed after you lost your three bodyguards,” Kian said. “They freaked out.”
“I’ll buy them some nice gifts after I get home,” Lucienne said with a resigned sigh.
“They don’t care about gifts. Your safety is everything to them. You’re only lucky your enemies thought you eloped with that idiot hotshot. If they had known you were onto something this big—”
“—they’d have sent an army after us?” Vladimir asked incredulously.
“They definitely would,” said Orlando.
“Is it the Sealers who sent the assassin?” Lucienne felt bile in her mouth.
“Who are the Sealers?” Vladimir asked.
“The rise of a female Siren has awoken all those who failed to reach the throne themselves. Lucienne’s enemies, inside and out, formed a secret society called the Sealers a few months ago,” Dr. Wren chimed in. “Their sole purpose is to put our dear girl inside a coffin and seal it.”
“They’ll have to crawl over my dead body to get to her!” Vladimir’s eyes flared black fire. “I’ll bury this cult alive in a cheap coffin and seal them for good.”
“Orlando shot the sniper. The evidence died with the assassin, but we’ll get to the bottom of this. Right now,” Kian darted a grim glance at Vladimir, “you might want to consider where to place that hot potato before your grandfather gets home.”
“Vladimir isn’t a problem,” Lucienne said. “I’m also the Siren. I don’t need Jed’s approval. My personal business is mine alone. Vlad will stay.”
“Hey, I’m still here,” Vladimir said. “I understand you guys are fascinated with me, but I’d appreciate it if you two would check with me first on how I’d like things to get done.”
“It isn’t easy for Jed,” Kian told Lucienne. “He’s fading, and you only get stronger.”
“Should I be blamed for being young and strong?” Lucienne said over Kian’s forlorn look. The power struggle between her grandfather and her hadn’t been easy on anyone, particularly Kian. But then it was never easy to have two Sirens. “Fine,” she sighed. “I’ll negotiate nicely with my grandfather.”
“Actually, I think I should talk to him,” Vladimir said. “I excel at talking.”
“Sure, you talked her right into that deep hole,” Kian said, glowering at Vladimir’s now sullen look. “Jed might like this idiot. You can never predict the man’s taste. He might even approve of the idiot going thousands of miles with you just to rob the monks.”
Lucienne felt her cheeks burning hot despite her blood loss. A light of delight flitted in her eyes. She knew Kian had finally accepted Vladimir, and that meant the world to her.
“I heard Mr. Lam has cultivated tastes,” Vladimir said.
“If you ever risk her life again,” said Kian, shooting the prince a malicious look, “I’ll take you out personally.”
“Fair,” Vladimir said. “But Lucia is the Siren. She must lead. She can’t and won’t cower behind anyone like an ordinary girl. And you know that, too. She’s a force of nature. She’ll continue to find herself in dangerous situations, but I’ll be with her every step to keep her safe.”
Kian growled.
Lucienne wouldn’t allow Vladimir’s mouth to turn things sour again. “Are you two ever going to let me rest?” she said miserably. “I’m in pain, I’m tired, and I’m so thirsty! And you two are giving me a headache. Will you be quiet for a minute?”
Kian and Vladimir immediately looked remorseful. The two fought to bring Lucienne water and complained about Lucienne’s needs being neglected. Dr. Wren snatched the bottle of water from Kian’s hand and shooed off Vladimir.
Lucienne sipped the water gratefully.
“As the Siren, you can never open your heart, especially to those who are closest and dearest to you,” Jed had said. “They’re the ones who have a chance to bleed you dry. And they will if you let your guard down for even half a heartbeat.”
Lucienne regarded Kian and Vladimir. She would put her life in their hands in a heartbeat. And with that trust, she sank into a dreamless sleep.
When she awoke again, she was back home in the Red Mansion, where Kian, Vladimir, and her warriors would keep her safe from dangers and dark plots. And that was all she asked for today.
Five
Moonlight lit Angelfire, highlighting his golden coat dark silver and painting his proud tail like an ancient tapestry. His every muscle showed his supreme breed. The Sirens’ palomino only allowed Lucienne to ride him.
Lucienne leaned forward to pat the stallion’s neck, whispering to the splendid animal. In the river of silver light, her midnight hair flowed like a black stream in the wind.
She gave a command. The warhorse shot out like an angel’s wings, his head held high and his neck arched. Together they flew through the dark fury of night.
Jonas, one of Lucienne’s bodyguards, trailed behind on a mare. He was mindful of giving the girl privacy, but always on alert.
Lucienne urged Angelfire toward the edge of the ranch. She knew her bodyguards hated it when she entered the forest alone, but she couldn’t resist the call of the wilderness—not on a night like this. She wandered under the beech trees, listening to the rhythm of the forest, of hidden animals on withered foliage and nocturnal birds in the shades of the branches. From afar, notes from a flute—Vladimir’s flute—floated toward her. He had followed her.
Angelfire neighed when he heard the flute, and Lucienne’s heart fluttered. Vladimir was closer now. When the flute stopped, singing vibrated in the air. “The wind is its wings,” Vladimir sang on horseback, then stopped, fumbling for words.
Lucienne’s eyes sparkled as she watched him spur his horse, a black stallion, toward her. His black quilted blazer went well with his short-cropped hair, giving him a tough, boyish look. Vladimir always dressed to kill. My excellent, hot warrior with vanity the size of Paris, she thought.
“Don’t laugh. The words are coming back,” Vladimir shouted and continued singing. “Embracing the stars is our hobby. Touching the pulse of the sky is the next to do.”
“There’s no such song,” Lucienne said, looking over her shoulder to entice Vladimir to follow he
r.
“Together we lift the smoke and fog and shadows from all the haters.” Vladimir ended his singing and trotted his horse toward Angelfire. “M’ lady,” he greeted her with laughter in his voice. “If my nightingale’s singing has failed to please you, I beg permission to improvise a poem to praise your beauty which lights the night of the forest.”
“M’ lord,” Lucienne answered. “What brings you here at such an uncanny hour? Are you trying to tempt an innocent, defenseless young girl?”
“Defenseless?” Vladimir chuckled. “All men be damned.” He then ended their playfulness with a concern. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed, resting? You haven’t fully recovered yet.”
His horse trekked alongside Angelfire. He was so close now that his leg rubbed against hers. His heat surged through her body.
Lucienne tilted her head and held Vladimir’s gaze. “And what are you going to do about it?” she purred, noticing its immediate effect on the prince. His dark, golden eyes roamed her face, predatory and seductive. Lucienne’s blood raced through her veins like the rapid stream rushing through the forest.
“I’m going to do this.” Vladimir lifted Lucienne from Angelfire and positioned her on his powerful thigh while steadying himself on the back of his stallion.
Layers of dried leaves crunched under the hooves of the horses. There were sounds of a horse heading in their direction. It must be Jonas. But Lucienne had only Vladimir’s warm, hard breathing on her mind.
“Lucia,” Vladimir’s whisper was husky, thick with desire.
“What?” Lucienne sighed as she inhaled his intoxicating male musk mixed with wild summer.
“As long as you walk the Earth,” Vladimir said, “I’ll never be with another.” His thumb grazed over her burning cheek; his smoldering eyes on her pink mouth.
Lucienne parted her lips, heat twirling in her belly. When his trembling hand slipped into her silky hair, now an ashy auburn in the shadowy light, she leaned toward him.
Their lips pressed together.
The starlight squeezed through the black forest’s foliage, wrapping them in its embrace. This was Lucienne’s perfect night, the kiss of the century. She tasted him like the spice of the finest tea from the high mountains. Vladimir deepened his kiss, and Lucienne threaded her fingers through his hair.