Lara Adrian's Midnight Breed 8-Book Bundle

by Lara Adrian

  “Yeah? Let me know what you find. I gotta go now. I left Tess waiting—”

  “Not so fast,” Gideon said. “I’m almost in. Trust me, this won’t take long, maybe five minutes. Let’s make it interesting. Give me two minutes, thirty seconds, tops.”

  Beside him, leaning back against the antique carved mahogany desk in dark jeans and a black sweater, Savannah smiled and rolled her eyes. “He lives to impress, you know that.”

  “Be a hell of a lot easier to take if the bastard wasn’t always right,” Dante drawled.

  Savannah laughed. “Welcome to my world.”

  “Too bad you can’t read computer files with your touch,” he told her. “Then we wouldn’t need to put up with this guy.”

  “Alas,” she sighed dramatically. “Psychometry doesn’t work that way, at least not for me. I can tell you what Ben Sullivan was wearing when he handled the flash drive, describe the room he was in, his state of mind, but I can’t penetrate electronic circuitry. Gideon’s our best hope for that.”

  Dante shrugged. “Just our luck, eh?”

  Over at the computer, Gideon hit one last series of keystrokes, then sat back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head. “I’m in. Looks like one minute, forty-nine seconds, to be exact.”

  Dante walked around to look at the screen. “What have we got?”

  “Data files. Spreadsheets. Flow charts. Pharmaceutical tables.” Gideon rolled the mouse and clicked one of the files open. “Looks like a chemistry experiment. Anyone need a recipe for Crimson?”

  “Jesus Christ. This is it?”

  “I’m betting so.” Gideon scowled, clicking through more files on-screen. “There’s more than one formula stored on the drive, however. We can’t know which of them is valid until we obtain the ingredients and test each one.”

  Dante raked a hand through his hair and began pacing. He was curious to know more about the formulas Ben Sullivan had stored on the drive, but at the same time he was damn itchy to be back in his quarters. He could sense Tess’s restlessness too, the connection they now shared through the blood bond like an unseen tether linking him to her as though they were one.

  “How is she doing?” Savannah asked, obviously aware of his distraction.

  “Better,” he said. “She’s awake and healing. Physically, she’s fine. As for the rest, I’ve been trying to fill her in on everything, but I know she’s confused.”

  Savannah nodded. “Who wouldn’t be? I thought Gideon was a crazy fool when he first told me about all of this.”

  “You still think I’m a crazy fool most of the time, love. That’s part of my charm.” He bent toward her and faked a bite of her denim-clad thigh, his fingers not skipping a beat on the keys.

  Playfully batting him away, Savannah stood up and came over to where Dante was trying to wear a track in the rug. “Do you think Tess might be hungry? I’ve got breakfast started in the kitchen for Gabrielle and me. I can prepare a tray for Tess, if you’d like to bring it to her.”

  “Yeah. Thanks, Savannah. Food would be great.”

  God, he hadn’t even considered that Tess would need to eat. What a stellar mate he was proving to be already. He hardly took decent care of himself and now he had a Breedmate to think about, with human wants and needs that were well outside his areas of expertise. Oddly enough, where the thought might have given him doubts in the not-so-distant past, now he found the idea almost … pleasant. He wanted to provide for Tess, in every way. He wanted to protect her and make her happy, spoil her like a princess.

  For the first time in his long life, he felt as if he’d found true purpose. Not the honor and duty that drove him as a warrior, but something equally compelling and righteous. Something that called to everything male in him.

  He felt as if this bond he’d found—this love he had for Tess—might actually be strong enough to make him forget about the death and anguish that had been stalking him. Some hopeful part of him wanted to believe that with Tess beside him, maybe he could find a way to thwart it.

  Dante hadn’t even begun to enjoy that slender hope before a scream ripped through him like a blade. He felt it physically, but the assault was on his senses, a fact he realized when neither Savannah nor Gideon reacted to the terrified shriek that froze Dante’s heart to ice in his chest.

  It tore through him again, leaving him shuddering in its wake.

  “Oh, Jesus. Tess!”

  “What’s wrong?” Savannah paused on her way to the kitchen. “Dante?”

  “It’s Tess,” he said, already training his mind on her, homing in on her location in the compound. “She’s somewhere in the compound—the infirmary, I think.”

  “I’ll get a visual.” At the computer, Gideon quickly brought up the display for one of the corridor’s video monitors. “I’ve got her, D. Ah, hell. She’s run into Rio down there. He’s got her cornered—”

  Dante took off at a dead run before the words were out of Gideon’s mouth. He didn’t need to see the screen to confirm where Tess was or what was giving her such a fright. He bolted out of Savannah and Gideon’s apartments, hauling ass into the heart of the compound. Knowing the layout of the place inside and out, he took the shortest route down to the medical wing, using all the preternatural speed at his command.

  Dante heard Rio’s voice even before he reached the set of swinging doors that led into the medical wing.

  “I asked you a question, female. What the fuck do you think you’re doing down here?”

  “Get away from her!” Dante shouted as he entered the infirmary, hoping like hell he wasn’t going to have to do battle with one of his own. “Back off, Rio. Now.”

  “Dante!” Tess cried, panting with fear. Her face was ashen, her body trembling uncontrollably from behind the massive wall of Rio’s body. The warrior had her trapped against the corridor wall, animosity radiating off him in blasting pulses of heat.

  “Let her go,” Dante ordered his brethren.

  “Dante, be careful! He’ll kill you!”

  “No, he won’t. It’s okay, Tess.”

  “This female doesn’t belong here,” Rio snarled.

  “I say she does. Now back off and let her go.”

  Rio relaxed only a fraction and swung his head around to look at Dante. Jesus, it was hard to remember the warrior before the ambush that had left him so wrecked, both physically and emotionally. The once-handsome face of the Spaniard with the ready smile and lazy wit was now a tangle of ruddy scars; his humor had long abandoned him for the fury that might never ease.

  Dante parked himself right in Rio’s face, staring past the scars on the warrior’s cheeks and brow into the nearly insane eyes that looked so Roguelike even Dante was taken aback for a second. “I said, stand down,” he growled. “The woman is with me. She is mine. Do you understand?”

  Sanity flared within the bright amber depths of Rio’s eyes, a lightning-quick glint of awareness, of contrition and regret. He wheeled away from Dante with a grunt, his breath still sawing in and out of his open mouth.

  “Tess, it’s okay now. Step away from him and come to me.”

  She let out a broken gasp but didn’t seem capable of moving. Dante held his hand out to her.

  “Come on, angel. Everything’s all right. I promise you, you’re safe.”

  Looking as if it took all her courage to do so, Tess sidled away from Rio and put her hand in Dante’s open palm. He brought her to him and kissed her, relieved to have her near.

  As Rio slunk to the corridor wall and dropped into a huddled crouch on the floor, Dante’s pulse downshifted to something almost resembling normal. Tess was still upset and trembling, and while he didn’t think Rio posed any danger to her—especially now that Dante had made his position clear—he had some serious damage control to handle.

  “Stay here. I’m just going to help Rio get back to his bed—”

  “Are you crazy? Dante, we have to get out of here. He will tear both our throats open!”

  “No, he won’t.�
�� He held Tess’s anxious gaze even as he moved closer to Rio’s huddled form on the floor. “He won’t hurt me. He wouldn’t have hurt you either. He didn’t know who you were, and something very bad happened to him that’s made him wary of females. Believe me, he’s not a monster.”

  Tess gaped at Dante as if he’d lost his mind. “Dante, the fangs … those eyes! He’s one of the ones who attacked me—”

  “No,” Dante said. “He only looks like them because he’s angry, and he’s in a lot of pain. His name is Rio. He’s a Breed warrior, like me.”

  “Vampire,” she gasped brokenly. “He’s a vampire….”

  Damn it, he hadn’t meant for her to learn the truth like this. God help him, but he’d thought he could ease her into his world—a world that belonged to them both—once she understood the vampire race was nothing to be feared, and once she saw how she was part of it, as a Breedmate.

  As the only woman he would ever want at his side.

  But everything was unraveling fast, a thread of half-truths and secrets that was spiraling down around his feet as she stared at him in panic, her eyes pleading with him to make sense of an unfathomable situation.

  “Yes,” Dante admitted, unwilling to lie to her. “Rio is a vampire, Tess. Like me.”

  CHAPTER Thirty-three

  Tess’s heart took a sharp dive into her stomach. “W-what did you say?”

  Dante looked at her, those whiskey-gold eyes far too serious, his expression much too calm. “I am one of the Breed. A vampire.”

  “Oh, my God,” she moaned, her skin going tight with alarm, with revulsion.

  She didn’t want to believe it—he didn’t look like the creatures who’d assaulted her or the one who now lay in an anguished ball on the floor of the infirmary. But Dante’s tone was so level and matter-of-fact, she knew he was telling her the truth. Maybe for the first time since she’d met him, he was finally being honest with her.

  “You lied to me. All this time, you’ve been lying to me.”

  “I wanted to tell you, Tess. I’ve been trying to find the words to tell you—”

  “That you’re some kind of sick monster? That you’ve been using me—for what, just to get close to Ben so that you and your bloodsucking buddies could kill him?”

  “We haven’t killed the human, I swear to you. But that doesn’t mean I won’t, if it comes down to that. And, yes, at first I needed to know if you were involved in his Crimson dealing, and I thought you might be useful in getting more information on those activities. I had a mission, Tess. But I also needed your trust so that I could protect you.”

  “I don’t need your protection.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  “No,” she said, numb with a heavy kind of dread. “What I need is to get as far away from you as I can.”

  “Tess, the safest place for you now is here, with me.”

  When he came toward her, holding out his hands in a gesture that begged trust, she recoiled. “Stay away from me. I mean it, Dante. Get away!”

  “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

  An image slammed into the front of her consciousness as he said the words. In her mind, Tess was suddenly transported to her clinic storeroom, crouching down over a badly injured man who’d somehow found his way inside after a vicious fight on the streets Halloween night. He was a stranger to her then, but not now.

  It was Dante’s face she saw, bloodstained and grimy, his hair dripping wet as it spiked down over his brow. His lips moved, speaking the same words she heard him speak now: I’m not going to hurt you … I promise….

  She had an abrupt but very distinct memory of strong hands gripping her by the arms, holding her in place. Of Dante’s lips peeling back from his teeth—revealing huge white fangs that came toward her throat.

  “I didn’t know you,” Dante was saying now, as if he could track her thoughts with his mind. “I was weakened and seriously wounded. I would only have taken what I needed from you and left you alone. There would have been no pain for you, no distress. I had no idea what I had done until I saw your mark—”

  “You bit me … you … Oh, God, you drank my blood that night? How … why am I only now remembering this?”

  His stark features softened somewhat, as if in remorse. “I erased your memory. I tried to explain things to you, but the situation was too far out of hand. We struggled, and you injected me with a sedative. By the time I came to, it was almost dawn and there was no time for talking. I thought it best for you that you didn’t remember. Then I saw the mark on your hand, and I knew there could be no taking back any of what I’d done to you.”

  Tess didn’t need to look down at her right hand to know the mark he spoke of. The small birthmark had always been curious to her, a teardrop poised over the bowl of a crescent moon. But it didn’t make any more sense to her now than it ever had.

  “Not many women have the mark, Tess. Only a rare few. You’re a Breedmate. If one of my kind takes your blood into his body, or gives you his, a bond is forged. It is unbreakable.”

  “And you … did this to me?”

  Another memory swamped her now, a further remembrance of blood and darkness. Tess recalled waking from a shadowy dream, her mouth filled with a roaring force of energy, of life. She had been starved, and Dante fed her. From his wrist and then, later, from a vein he had opened for her in his neck.

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered. “What have you done to me?”

  “I saved your life by giving you my blood. Just as you saved mine with yours.”

  “You gave me no choice, either time,” she gasped. “What am I now? Have you turned me into the same kind of monster that you are?”

  “No. That’s not the way it works. You will never become a vampire. But if you continue to feed from me as my mate, you can live for a very long time. As long as I will. Longer, perhaps.”

  “I don’t believe this. I refuse to believe this!”

  Tess pivoted for the swinging doors of the infirmary and pushed against the panels. They didn’t budge. She pushed again, putting all of her strength into it. Nothing. It was as though they were fused on their hinges, completely immobile.

  “Let me out of here,” she told Dante, suspecting that it was his will alone that kept the doors from opening for her. “Goddamn you, Dante. Let me go!”

  As soon as the door gave the slightest bit, Tess pushed it open and bolted through at a dead run. She had no idea where she was going and didn’t care, so long as it put distance between herself and Dante, the man she only thought she knew. The man she actually believed she was in love with. The monster who had betrayed her more deeply than anyone in her tormented past.

  Sick with fear and angered at her own stupidity, Tess choked back the tears that stung her eyes. She ran harder, knowing that Dante was certain to catch up to her. She just had to find a way out of the place. Running up to a bank of elevators, she pressed the call button and prayed the doors would open. Seconds ticked by … too many for her to risk waiting.

  “Tess.” Dante’s deep voice startled her with its nearness. He was right behind her, close enough to touch her, even though she hadn’t heard him approach.

  With a cry, she ducked out of his reach and made another mad dash down one of the corridor’s twisting lengths. There was an open, arched entryway up ahead of her. Maybe she could hide in the chamber, she thought, desperation making her grasp for any means of escaping the nightmare that was pursuing her now. She slipped inside the dim space—a cathedral of some sort, with carved stone walls lit only by a single red pillar candle that glowed near an unadorned altar.

  There was nowhere to conceal herself in the small sanctuary, only twin rows of benches and the stone pedestal at the front of the room. On the other side was another arched doorway, opening into more darkness; it was impossible for her to discern where it might lead. It didn’t matter, anyway. Dante was standing in the open doorway off the corridor, his muscular body never looking more imposing than it did as he stepped int
o the small cathedral and began a slow prowl toward her.

  “Tess, we don’t have to do this. Let’s talk.” His powerful stride faltered for a second, and he scowled, bringing his hand up to his temple as if he were in pain. When he spoke again, his voice had dropped a full octave in pitch, coming out of him in a dark snarl. “Christ, can we just…Let’s be reasonable, try to work this out.”

  Tess backed up, inching closer to the far wall of the chamber and the arched hollow carved into the stone.

  “Damn it, Tess. Hear me out. I love you.”

  “Don’t say that. Haven’t you told me enough lies already?”

  “It’s no lie. I wish it was, but—”

  Dante took another step, and his knee suddenly gave out beneath him. He hissed as he caught himself on one of the low benches, his fingers digging into the wood so hard, Tess thought it a wonder he didn’t crush it.

  Something strange was happening to his features. Even with his head dropped down, she could see that his face was growing sharper, his cheeks seeming leaner, more angular, his golden skin stretched tight over the bones. He spat a curse, something she didn’t recognize any more than she did the gravelly roughness of his voice.

  “Tess … you have to trust me.”

  She moved closer to the archway, leading with her hand as she sidled along the wall. And then she was standing in front of the opening, nothing but pitch blackness behind her and a thin, chill breeze at her back. She turned her head to glance into the dark—

  “Tess.”

  Dante must have sensed her movement, because when she looked back at him, he lifted his head and met her gaze. The warm color of his eyes had changed to a fierce glow, his pupils narrowing down to bare slits as she watched his transformation in stunned horror.

  “Don’t go,” he rasped thickly, his words tangling on the lengthening sharpness of a spectacular set of fangs. “I won’t hurt you.”