Eternal Flame nw-3

by Синтия Иден

  Another scene flashed in his mind’s eye. Jana hunched over a wooden table as tears trickled down her cheeks. “I-I didn’t mean for it to happen!”

  A balding man in a suit loomed over her. “So you admit you started the fire!”

  “I didn’t mean to—”

  “You started the fire. He died.”

  Her eyes squeezed closed. “I want my mom.”

  “Too damn bad because she sure as hell doesn’t want you. She knows you’re a killer, and she never wants to see you again.”

  Jana’s fingers trailed up Zane’s chest. He knew she was right in front of him, but the images of the past were all he could see then.

  Jana walked forward, one foot in front of the other. The juvie facility was behind her, the hard gray walls looming like thick fog in the light. Her clothes were clean, her steps slow. She stared at the cab that waited for her.

  “Where to, Miss?” the driver called out.

  She didn’t speak, but Zane heard her thoughts so clearly, heard her-I don’t have anywhere to go.

  The images whirled through his mind. Jana, a few years older, with dark red hair now. She was in a diner, and a guy was yelling at the waitress. No one said anything when he started cursing at her. But when the waitress ended her shift, Jana followed the woman.

  Jana watched through an open window, and she saw the waitress and her two kids … and the man who’d come to the diner, drunk, to make trouble for her. The woman’s husband.

  Only the guy wasn’t just yelling now. He was hitting the wife and the kids.

  Anger fueled Jana’s blood. Hot, thick fury and the charge she’d swore never to feel again coursed through her.

  “The charge can come from anger, from rage…. It’s so easy to stir the power. You just need the right stimulant.” Her voice echoed in his ears as her fingers trailed down his chest.

  When the wife ran out of her house, holding the kids, bleeding, she found Jana in her yard. “I can make sure he never hurts you again,” Jana said.

  The woman stared back at her with terrified eyes and a broken jaw. Then she nodded. She didn’t question Jana, didn’t say so much as a word. But then, maybe she couldn’t speak. Her jaw had doubled in size and the skin had already started to darken.

  “Take the kids away,” Jana ordered. “They don’t need to see …”

  Then she walked into the house. The man came at her, swinging hamlike fists.

  She trapped him in fire. Fire that she stirred, and he screamed and said she was a monster.

  “If you ever go near her or the kids again, I’ll burn the flesh right off your body. You won’t even know I’m there watching you until you smell the smoke. Smoke that will be coming from inside of you.”

  “You should have killed him,” Zane said, the memory of his mother fighting with Jana’s images.

  “He killed himself a week later. The drunk bastard drove straight off a bridge.”

  And he could see it. Because Jana had seen it.

  More images tumbled through his mind. More fires, more threats. Not death, though. Her fires hadn’t killed anyone until …

  A vampire grabbed her in a dark alley. She screamed, but no one came running to help her. The vampire shoved her against the side of a building, and he opened his mouth wide. “Ready to die, bitch?”

  The fire charged through her once more. “Don’t! You don’t want to—”

  His teeth drove into her neck.

  Jana let the fire free.

  “I found out later that the folks from Perseus had seen everything that night. They’d had the vamp under surveillance. In another few minutes, they were going to move in and save me.” Her finger pressed against his chest. “But I saved myself first, and they saw what I could do. I was taken to the hospital right after that attack. Jesus, a vampire-I didn’t even realize those guys existed until that night. I thought I was the only freak out there.”

  But she wasn’t a freak. Beautiful. Sexy. Dangerous.

  “I told good old Nurse Nancy too much, but it wouldn’t have mattered, really. Perseus already had me in their sights.”

  The image in his mind changed. He saw …

  Jana, sitting in a small chair. Beth sat on the other side of a dark, wooden desk. “You didn’t know about the monsters, did you?” Beth asked quietly.

  Jana shook her head.

  “They’re evil, Jana. They’re strong and they’re evil and someone has to save all the innocent people in their path.” A pause. “You’ve saved people before, haven’t you? You’ve let your flames burn, and you’ve saved lives.”

  Jana didn’t speak.

  “We need someone like you, Jana. Someone who is strong enough to fight back against them. Someone strong enough to kill them.”

  She flinched at that. “I haven’t—”

  “You killed the vampire.” Beth’s lips pursed. “Vampires burn so easily.”

  “Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, I don’t know what’s happening—” An edge of hysteria entered her voice.

  Beth rose and walked to Jana’s side. Her eyes were glass hard. “Let me sum things up for you. Monsters are real. They’re evil, and if we don’t stop them, they will destroy everything good in this world.”

  “She showed me then. Took me on stakeouts with Perseus guards to see the monsters she wanted me to target. She wanted to point me and aim me and let my fire burn a path through every supernatural she wanted eliminated.” Her breath shuddered out. “When I didn’t play ball, she just reorganized her game. She made me the bait, and the paranormals started coming after me. I had two choices then. Fight back or let them kill me.”

  “Whore, you think I’m gonna let you burn me?” A demon walked from the mouth of a dark alley. His black gaze locked on Jana. “I heard about you. An Ignitor who thinks she can hunt the demons here. Think-fuckin'-again. We’re huntin’ you!” Three more demons sprang from the shadows, and they attacked her.

  And the fire had burned.

  “I think she wanted to test my fire. To see if it was strong enough to use against demons.” Flat. She shrugged. “Since demons can conjure the flames, too, maybe she had to know just what her guinea pig could do.”

  What could she do? One hell of a lot. She’d burned her way through the demons.

  “I’ve never gone up against a demon stronger than a level seven before.” She gazed up at him. Waiting. “But I suspect a level seven or higher could easily beat back my flames.”

  Easily.

  “Perseus told me the demons I’d taken out were killers. They showed me the photos of their victims. They told me I had a damn gift.” Her lips twisted. “I’d always thought God cursed me, and here these people were telling me I had a gift.”

  More fires flashed through his mind. But Jana wasn’t killing. Burning. Warning. But not killing. Demons ran. Shifters fled. No, she hadn’t killed. She didn’t kill… unless she caught the paranormals preying on humans.

  A vampire caged a girl up against a tree. The girl-hell, she looked like she was about twelve. Her head was twisted, her neck bared, and the vamp’s teeth were buried deep in her throat.

  “Let her go!”

  But he didn’t stop drinking. Didn’t stop slurping down the girl’s blood with deep, greedy gulps.

  So Jana let her fire burn. It raced toward him. She controlled it perfectly. The flames caught his legs but didn’t touch the girl. The vampire whirled back, screaming, and lunged for her. The fire surged up, consuming him as the girl cried and stared at Jana in horror.

  “She didn’t understand that I was trying to help her. To her, I was just another monster.”

  As her voice filled his head, he realized then that Jana hadn’t spoken, not out loud anyway, from the moment she’d first whispered, “Come in …”

  He was in her mind, her words floating through his head, and she was guiding him. Showing him the things she wanted him to see. Telling him about her past. Baring her soul. A soul that wasn’t perfect. Tarnished, just like
his. But one that wasn’t evil.

  “They sent me after a shifter about a year ago. Told me he’d been cutting the throats of co-eds in the area.” Again, her voice was only in his head. Soft, flowing. Jana.

  “But I never went for a straight kill on my targets. I watched first, and he-he wasn’t doing anything wrong. I followed him for a solid month, and I never saw him even raise his voice to anyone.”

  An image flashed before him. A man, thin, tall, with bright blond hair. He walked down the road with the streetlights flickering over him.

  “He was a wolf shifter. They told me all wolf shifters were psychotic. That he had to be put down to stop the killings.” Her breath rasped out. Her scent surrounded them.

  The man stopped at the mouth of an alley. A woman screamed. He ran inside. Two men had a woman pinned between them. They were ripping her shirt while she screamed and begged for them to stop.

  “He shifted and saved her. Those men will wear his marks for the rest of their days, but the girl didn’t get so much as a scratch from him.”

  Not a killer’s M.O.

  “When Perseus found out I hadn’t eliminated him, well, they weren’t pleased with me.”

  Jana and the wolf faced off. Another dark night, this one with a full moon. Perseus agents were in the background, easing close with guns ready.

  “They set us up to meet. A recipe for death.”

  The wolf stared at her, his muscles locked. Saliva dripped from his fangs.

  “I was supposed to burn him.”

  The wolf threw his head back and howled. A long, sad wail of mourning. Then he walked to her and lowered his muzzle.

  “He wasn’t attacking me. He wasn’t attacking anyone. So I stood back, and I let him go … and he wasn’t the last.” But Perseus hadn’t liked that.

  “Just because you’re a monster, it doesn’t mean you’re evil. I broke into Beth’s office. I found out that she’d been doctoring the files. That wolf-his girlfriend had been killed by a human serial killer. The killer slashed her throat, and she bled out before the shifter could get to her. Yeah, the shifter had killed, but he killed the bastard who murdered his girlfriend. Not anyone else. All those other girls … a human murdered them all.”

  But Perseus had still put the shifter on their hit list.

  “Guess the powers that be at Perseus didn’t like that I started questioning their orders. …”

  Jana lay bound to a hard metal table. Two men in white lab coats loomed over her.

  “But I was tired of being their pit bull.”

  “You should have just done your job, Jana. Killed the freaks and done your damn job.” Beth’s voice. She stepped forward, her arms crossed over her chest. “We don’t tolerate failure here.”

  “Bite me.” The words came, slow and sluggish because they’d drugged her.

  Beth’s lips tightened. “The wolf is going to die. It’s a matter of time. He’s going to die and so are you.”

  Then the two men reached for her, scalpels in their hands.

  “They liked pain.” She swallowed. “I wasn’t the … only one they worked on. While I was with them, I saw-I saw the supernaturals they brought in. Those doctors cut them open. Hell, they did it while they were alive. They cut them, and they tortured them just to see how much pain they could take. We were all just experiments to them.”

  And he saw the blood-soaked images. One after the other.

  “They made a mistake with me. They needed to keep me conscious while they cut into my head, and they didn’t drug me heavily enough.”

  The damn scalpels glinted. Each bastard had one gripped in a white-gloved hand. “Today we slice into that brain. Let’s see if she’s wired to burn.”

  Jana’s eyes had gone to the men. Marked them. Even as Beth’s high heels tapped across the tiled floor, Jana let the power swell. The heat spread through her as the charge grew, burning hotter, hotter as it swelled with her rage. The fire erupted.

  He jerked back, almost feeling the flames on his skin. But, no, that hadn’t been real. The room was cold. Ice cold. Jana stood before him. Just her. No flames.

  “They’ve improved on their drugs since my last … stay.” Again, he heard her thoughts because he was still in her mind. “They’re keeping the room cold to further lock down my power. Unless I can charge up, I’m going to be powerless, and they know that.”

  She stepped forward. Closing the space he’d created when he stumbled back. “I need to get warm.” Whispered in his mind. The fingertips she pressed to his cheek seemed so cold. Not like Jana’s hot touch. “Help me.” When she exhaled, he saw a faint puff of white near her lips. Too cold.

  He wanted to help her. After what he’d seen … fuck, life wasn’t black and white, he knew that. Jana wasn’t the heartless assassin he’d originally pictured. But he’d already known that, even without slipping into her past.

  His gift. He didn’t just pick up on thoughts when he went into someone’s mind. He saw the person’s life. Hell, that was one of the many reasons he never went inside a human’s head.

  Sometimes, you didn’t want to see the dark deeds that should stay hidden.

  Jana’s past wasn’t pretty, but then, neither was his.

  “Sex can charge me.” The words echoed in his mind though her lips never moved. “When the lust burns inside, it’ll push back the fog from the drugs and help me to fight the cold.” Her gaze held his. “Don’t let me be weak when they come back for me.”

  Zane swallowed.

  “Please.” Her whisper broke the air and broke him.

  His mouth pressed against hers even as his hands reached for her. He pulled her close, so close, crushing her against him. There’d be no time for finesse. No gentle loving. The assholes out there could come in at any moment, and he’d be damned if he left her weak.

  The moment their lips touched, the lust flared between them. The need, the desire that was always so close when she was around him erupted. Her lips were soft, silken, and her tongue moved eagerly to meet his.

  Her nipples stabbed against his chest and a low murmur rolled in her throat. She might want him to touch her so that her power would come back, but she also just wanted him. That was damn good, because he sure wanted her.

  Zane lifted his head and his power poured out. It surged around them, and a gray fog swirled in the air. The fog thickened, tightening, making a wall around their bodies, and blocking the preying eyes. There was no way he’d let those bastards see him with Jana.

  Her lips lifted in the briefest of smiles. “I knew you were strong,” she whispered and took his mouth again. Lips, tongue, need.

  His heart thudded in his chest. The assholes watching the cameras would freak out when they saw the fog. They wouldn’t have much time.

  Enough time …

  His hands pushed between them. He found the snap of her jeans. Jerked the button, eased down the zipper. “Zane…”

  He shoved the jeans down. His fingers pushed under the elastic edge of her panties and found plump, sweet flesh. Her nails sank into his arms as she held on tight.

  “Burn for me,” he whispered as he let his mouth feather over her throat. “Burn.” His fingers stroked her sex. His thumb pushed down on her clit and the scent of her arousal teased his nostrils.

  He wanted her legs spread wide. Wanted to lick his way across that pink flesh. But…

  No time.

  His cock shoved against the front of his jeans. Hard, swollen, and probably getting an imprint of a zipper on the flesh.

  Take her, take—

  His fingers plunged inside of her. Two fingers, knuckle deep. Jana rose onto her toes, even as her eyes widened with a surge of pleasure.

  She wasn’t burning yet, but she would be, soon.

  Footsteps pounded in the hallway. Fuck.

  Not enough … not enough.

  He bit her on the neck, a rough score with his teeth. Not too hard. A marking because demons liked to mark their prey, too.

  His fingers w
ithdrew, then drove deep. Again, again. He worked a third finger into her. She was slick and eager now, her flesh yielding so sweetly to him.

  “Zane … hurry … no time …” Her hands went to his waist. Fumbled with the snap of his jeans.

  More footsteps, closer, closer …

  “I need you in me,” she said, her eyes wide, hungry, lost. “Zane, I need—”

  His thumb pushed over the center of her need. His fingers claimed her flesh again, and her whole body stiffened. Jana stared at him with wide eyes.

  And came.

  He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth even as his fingers continued to thrust into her silken warmth. Thrusting and drawing out the orgasm that squeezed his fingers.

  Voices rose in the hall. The door began to squeak.

  He kept his mouth on hers. His lips were softer now, easier. The lust still rode him, a hunger so deep that he ached. Want inside. Want her legs around me. Want her sex squeezing me.

  He shuddered against her.

  “Jana!” Beth’s angry voice.

  Fucking company.

  He eased away. Jana stared up at him. A frown pulled her brows low. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips parted.

  Zane bent and pulled up her jeans. Her hands reached out, tangling with his. “Why did you—”

  He shook his head. The door burst open.

  With a wave of his hand, the fog slipped away, and he found himself staring at Beth and six armed guards. Zane moved forward, putting his body between them and Jana.

  “What the hell have you done?” Beth demanded.

  Not nearly as much as he would have liked. But Beth didn’t know that. The Perseus agent didn’t know a damn thing.

  “Get him out of here,” she barked and a light puff of air appeared before her mouth. Was it really that cold? Once he’d started touching Jana, he hadn’t even noticed.

  The guards marched toward him. Zane lifted his hands, more than ready to blast them back.

  “We’ve got a friend of yours waiting to meet you,” Beth said and he didn’t like the calculation in her eyes.

  “Doubtful. I don’t think any of my friends would be here.”

  “Ummm.” Her gaze tried to flicker to Jana, but he didn’t move. They weren’t getting to her yet. Every second that passed was a second she got stronger. Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be weak.