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Midnight Breed - Book - 01

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by Kiss of Midnight


  ness he might do anything to harm Gabrielle. “I need to

  hear you swear it. Each of you. Promise me.”

  “Shit,” Dante said, gaping at him. Finally, he nodded

  gravely. “Yeah. Okay. You’re fucking crazy, but okay.”

  Gideon shook his head, then held out his fist and

  knocked his knuckles against Lucan’s. “If that’s what you

  want, you got it. I swear to you, Lucan.”

  Niko voiced his agreement, too. “That day will never

  come, but if it does, I know you’d do the same for any one

  of us. So, hell yeah, you have my word.”

  Which left Tegan, sitting stoically in the backseat.

  “What about you, T?” Lucan said, pivoting to meet the

  warrior’s flat green stare. “Can I count on you in this?”

  Tegan held him in a long, contemplative silence. “Sure,

  man. What the fuck, whatever you say. You turn, and I’ll

  be first in line to take you out.”

  Lucan nodded, satisfied as he looked around at the

  sober stares of his brethren.

  “Jesus,” Dante interjected when the heavy quiet in the

  vehicle seemed endless. “All this touchy feely is making me

  itchy to kill something. How about we quit jerking each

  other off and go blow the roof off this mutha?”

  Lucan returned the vampire’s cocky grin. “Let’s do it.”

  The five Breed warriors in head-to-toe black poured

  out of the SUV as a unit, then began the stealthy approach

  toward the asylum on the other side of the moonlit trees.

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  Come on, come on. Open, damn it!”

  Gabrielle sat behind the wheel of a black BMW coupe,

  waiting impatiently for the massive gate at the compound’s

  estate entrance to slide open and let her out. She hated

  that she’d been forced to take the car from the fleet without

  permission, but after what had happened with Lucan, she

  was desperate to get away. Since the entire grounds were

  circled with high-voltage fencing, that left just one alterna-

  tive.

  She’d figure out some way to return the Beemer once

  she was home.

  Once she was back where she truly belonged.

  She had given all she could to Lucan tonight, but it

  wasn’t enough. She had been prepared for him to push

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  and resist her attempts to love him, but there was nothing

  she could do if he shut her out. As he had tonight.

  She had given him her blood, her body, and her heart,

  and he had rejected her.

  She was all out of energy now.

  All out of fight.

  If he was so determined to be alone, then who was she

  to force him into changing? If he wanted to crash and

  burn, she sure as hell didn’t intend to stand around waiting

  to see it happen.

  She was going home.

  The heavy iron gates finally parted wide enough to let

  her out. Gabrielle punched the gas and sped out onto the

  quiet, unlit street. She had no clear idea of where she was

  until she drove a couple of miles and found a familiar in-

  tersection. There she took a left onto Charles Street, and

  headed for Beacon Hill in an autopilot daze.

  Her block seemed so much smaller to her as she parked

  the car at the curb outside her apartment. Her neighbors’

  lights were on, but despite the ambient yellow glow, the

  brick building seemed dreary somehow.

  Gabrielle climbed the front steps and fished her key out

  of her purse. Her hand knocked against a small dagger

  she’d taken out of Lucan’s weapon cabinet—a bit of insur-

  ance in case she ran into any trouble on the way home.

  The apartment phone was ringing as she came inside

  and turned on the foyer light. She let the machine get it,

  turning to set all the locks and deadbolts on the door.

  From the kitchen, she heard Kendra’s clipped voice

  come over the message intercom.

  “It’s very rude of you to ignore me like this, Gabby.” Her friend

  sounded strangely shrill. Pissed off. “I need to see you. It’s im-

  portant. You and I really need to talk.”

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  Gabrielle walked through the living room, noting the

  blank spaces on her walls where Lucan had removed some

  of her framed photographs. It seemed like a year had

  passed since the night he’d come to her apartment and told

  her the stunning truth about himself and the battle that

  was raging among those of his kind.

  Vampires, she thought, surprised to find that the word

  no longer shocked her.

  Probably very little could shock her now.

  And she no longer feared that she was losing her mind

  like her mother had. Even that tragic history had taken on

  new meaning now. Her mother hadn’t been crazy at all.

  She’d been a terrified young woman, caught up in a vio-

  lence that few human minds could grasp.

  Gabrielle was not about to let that same violence de-

  stroy her. She was home, such as it was, and she would fig-

  ure out some way to make her old life fit again.

  She dropped her purse on the counter and walked over

  to the answering machine. The message indicator was

  blinking the number 18.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she murmured, hitting

  the Play button.

  As the machine did its thing, Gabrielle went into the

  bathroom to inspect her neck. Lucan’s bite glowed dark

  red below her ear, right near the teardrop and crescent

  moon that marked her as a Breedmate. She probed the

  twin punctures and vivid bruise that Lucan had left on her,

  but found it didn’t hurt at all. The dull, empty ache be-

  tween her legs was the worse pain, but even that paled next

  to the cold rawness that settled in her chest when she

  thought of Lucan recoiling from her tonight as if she were

  poison. Stumbling out of the room like he couldn’t get

  away from her fast enough.

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  Gabrielle ran the water and washed up, vaguely aware

  of the messages playing in the kitchen. As the machine ad-

  vanced to the fourth or fifth one, she realized something

  odd.

  All of the messages were from Kendra, all within that

  past twenty-four hours. One after the other, some with less

  than five minutes between them.

  And Kendra’s tone had soured significantly from her

  first message when she had been playfully casual, offering

  to take Gabrielle out to lunch or drinks or anything else

  that sounded good. Then the tone of the invitation had

  gotten a bit more insistent: Kendra saying that she had a

  problem and
needed Gabrielle’s advice.

  The last couple of messages were strident demands

  that Kendra expected to hear from her soon.

  When Gabrielle ran to her purse and checked her cell

  phone’s voicemail, she found more of the same.

  Kendra’s repeated calls.

  Her weirdly acid tone of voice.

  A chill crept along her limbs when she thought of

  Lucan’s warning about Kendra. That if she’d fallen victim

  to the Rogues, she was no friend of hers anymore. That

  she was as good as dead.

  The phone started ringing again in the kitchen.

  “Oh, my God,” she gasped, gripped in a mounting

  terror.

  She had to get out of there.

  Hotel, she thought. Somewhere remote. Somewhere

  she could hide for a while, decide what to do.

  Gabrielle grabbed her purse and the keys to the BMW,

  practically running for her front door. She threw the locks

  free and twisted the knob. As the door swung open, she

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  found herself staring at a familiar face that had once been

  friendly.

  Now she was certain it belonged to a Minion.

  “Going somewhere, Gabby?” Kendra brought her cell

  phone away from her ear and closed it. The ringing in the

  apartment ceased. Kendra smiled thinly, her head cocked

  at an odd angle. “You’re awfully hard to catch lately.”

  Gabrielle winced at the lost, vacant look in those un-

  blinking eyes. “Let me past you, Kendra. Please.”

  The brunette laughed, a loud, open-mouthed chortle

  that faded into an airless hiss. “Sorry, sweetie. No can do.”

  “You’re with them, aren’t you?” Gabrielle said, sick

  with the understanding. “You’re with the Rogues. My

  God, Kendra, what have they done to you?”

  “Hush,” she said, her finger to her lip as she shook her

  head. “No more talking. We have to go now.”

  When the Minion reached for her, Gabrielle pulled

  away. She thought of the dagger in her purse, and won-

  dered if she could retrieve the blade without Kendra’s no-

  tice. If she could, would she be able to use it on her friend?

  “Don’t touch me,” she said, inching her fingers under

  the leather flap of her bag. “I’m not going anywhere with

  you.”

  Kendra bared her teeth, a terrible parody of a smile.

  “Oh, I think you should, Gabby. After all, Jamie’s life de-

  pends on it.”

  Cold dread pierced her heart. “What?”

  Kendra nodded her head toward the waiting sedan. A

  tinted window eased down, and there was Jamie, sitting in

  the backseat beside an enormous thug.

  “Gabrielle?” Jamie called out, a panicked look in his

  eyes.

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  “Oh, no. Not Jamie. Kendra, please don’t let anyone

  hurt him.”

  “That’ll be entirely up to you,” Kendra said politely.

  She grabbed Gabrielle’s purse out of her hands. “You

  won’t be needing anything in here.”

  She motioned for Gabrielle to walk ahead of her

  toward the idling car. “Shall we?”

  Lucan set two bars of C4 under the huge water heaters in

  the asylum’s boiler room. Crouched down behind the util-

  ity equipment, he flipped up the transmitter antennas,

  then spoke into his mic to report his progress.

  “Boiler room is a check,” he told Niko on the other

  end. “I’ve got three more units to set and then I’m out—”

  He froze, hearing the scuff of footsteps outside the

  closed door.

  “Lucan?”

  “Shit. Company coming,” he murmured quietly as he

  rose from his position and crept near the door to prepare

  to strike.

  He wrapped his gloved hand around the hilt of a nasty

  serrated blade sheathed across his chest. He had a gun on

  him, too, but they’d all agreed no firearms on this mission.

  No need to alert the Rogues of their presence, and with

  Niko throwing the gas main outside, pumping fumes into

  the building, the spark of a bullet firing was liable to set the

  whole works off prematurely.

  The latch on the boiler room door began to twist.

  Lucan smelled the stench of a Rogue, and the unmis-

  takable coppery scent of human blood. Muffled animal

  grunts mingled with wet smacking and the faint whine of a

  victim being bled dry. The door opened, letting in a huge

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  gust of putrid air as the Rogue started to drag its dying

  plaything into the dark alcove.

  Lucan waited to the side of the door until the Rogue’s

  big head came into full view. The suckhead was too in-

  volved in its prey to notice the threat. Lucan brought his

  hand up, burying the blade in the Rogue’s rib cage. It

  roared, huge jaws gaping, yellow eyes bulging as the tita-

  nium sped through its blood system.

  The human fell to the floor in a slump, boneless, spas-

  ming in the throes of death while the Rogue who’d been

  feeding off of him began to sizzle and shake, blisters rising

  like it had been doused with acid.

  No sooner did the Rogue collapse into swift decompo-

  sition than another came pounding up the corridor. Lucan

  leaped to meet the new attack, but before he could deliver

  the first blow, the suckhead came up short, yanked off its

  feet from behind by a black-clad arm.

  A blade flashed, as crisp and quietly as lightning, across

  the Rogue’s throat, severing the big head in one clean

  strike.

  The huge body was dropped to the floor like rubbish.

  Tegan stood there, blade dripping gore, green eyes steady.

  He was a killing machine, and the grim set of his mouth

  seemed to reiterate his earlier promise to Lucan that if

  Bloodlust ever got the better of him, Tegan was going to

  make sure Lucan got his own taste of titanium fury.

  Looking at the warrior now, Lucan had no doubt that if

  Tegan ever came for him, it would be over before he even

  knew the vampire was in the room.

  He met that cool, lethal look and gave a nod of ac-

  knowledgment.

  “Talk to me,” Niko said over Lucan’s earpiece. “You

  good in there?”

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  “Yeah. All clear.” He cleaned his dagger on the hu-

  man’s shirt, then sheathed it. When he glanced up, Tegan

  was already gone, vanished like the specter of death that

  he was.

  “Heading to the north entry points now to place the

  rest of these party cakes,” he told Nikolai as he ducked out

  of the boiler room and crept down an empty stretch of

  corridor.
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  Gabrielle, what’s happening? What’s wrong with

  Kendra? She came to the gallery and told me you were in

  an accident and that I had to come with her right away.

  Why would she lie about that?”

  She didn’t know how to answer Jamie’s anxious, whis-

  pered questions from beside her in the backseat of the

  sedan. They were speeding away from Beacon Hill,

  toward downtown. Financial District skyscrapers loomed

  ahead in the dark, office lights twinkling like Christmas

  bulbs. Kendra sat in the front seat next to the driver, a

  thick-necked bouncer type in a thug’s dark suit and sun-

  glasses.

  Gabrielle and Jamie had a similar companion in back

  with them crowding them onto one side of the slick leather

  bench seat. She didn’t think they were Rogues; they didn’t

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  appear to be hiding huge fangs behind their tense lips, and

  from what little she knew of the Breed’s deadly enemies,

  she didn’t expect that she or Jamie would have gone so

  much as a minute without getting their throats ripped out

  if the two men were, in fact, blood-addicted Rogues.

  Minions, then, she reasoned. Human mind slaves of a

  powerful vampire Master.

  Like Kendra was.

  “What are they going to do with us, Gabby?”

  “I’m not sure.” She reached over and squeezed Jamie’s

  hand. She kept her voice low, too, but she knew their cap-

  tors were listening to every word. “It’ll be okay, though. I

  promise.”

  They had to get out of the car before they reached their

  destination, that much she did know. It was the most basic

  rule of self-defense: never let yourself be taken to a secondary loca-

  tion. Then you were on your attacker’s turf.

  Odds of survival would go from poor to nil.

  She glanced at the sliding lock on the door next to

  Jamie. He watched her eyes, brow pinching in question as

  she stared at him then back to the lock. Then he got it. He

  gave her a nearly imperceptible nod.

  But when he started to shift his hands into place to un-

  lock the door, Kendra chose that moment to turn around

  and taunt them from the front seat. “Almost there now,

  kiddies. Are you excited? I know I am. I can’t wait for my

  Master to finally meet you in the flesh, Gabby. Mm, mmm!

 

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