Deathtrap (Crossbreed Series Book 3)

by Dannika Dark

  I loved Christian, and somehow I was going to have to live with that ugly truth if I wanted to remain with Keystone. This was more than a job but a chance to have a makeshift family. I couldn’t allow my feelings to compromise what truly mattered. I already had a million reasons to hate Christian.

  But somehow they weren’t enough.

  Chapter 23

  Christian and I didn’t have to walk for long topside before Wyatt found us. He’d first picked up Blue and Niko, who had quickly located each other after Blue made it up the elevator. We eventually drove back to the spot where we’d originally parked and waited for a long time in silence. No one had heard from Viktor or Shepherd, and our worst fears were taking root in our imaginations. Would Keystone continue without our leader?

  Wyatt and Christian sat up front and kept watch. Gem peered over Blue’s shoulder at the baby until Blue finally handed her the sleeping bundle.

  Blue stood up. “I’m going to search for Viktor.”

  Niko blocked her from leaving the van. “We’re safer here.”

  “He might be injured.”

  “Needn’t worry about Viktor. He’s a cunning man with a better chance of escaping the underground than the rest of us. He’ll come back here, so we wait.”

  Wyatt turned in his seat. “The good news is I don’t see any freshies. Shep wouldn’t miss the chance to come back and haunt me before leaving.”

  Wyatt’s jokes belied his doleful expression.

  “Is the baby warm enough?” Niko asked, removing his coat. “Wrap this over him.”

  Blue reluctantly took the coat and sat down next to Gem, placing the blanket over the already-swaddled baby, who was sleeping.

  “We need to get some food,” Gem said. “He’s probably hungry and too weak to cry.”

  “First stop as soon as Shep comes back,” Wyatt promised, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “Maybe I should turn on the lights.”

  “Don’t run down the battery,” Christian muttered. “I’ll take a walk and see if I hear anything.” He opened the van door and got out.

  I leaned forward and looked at the baby. He was a couple of months old if I had to guess. “What are we going to do with him?”

  Niko sat down to my left. “We hand him over to the authorities. They’ll place him in an orphanage until someone adopts.”

  “Is there a high demand for Sensor babies?”

  “The orphanages prefer to place children in homes who are the same Breed. It’s not always easy. Many couples don’t like the stigma of handicapped children.”

  “He looks perfectly healthy to me.”

  “Yes, but I’m referring to Breed gifts. Children with defective gifts aren’t desirable. Our powers and unique gifts are what make us strong. Without a history of the parents, there’s no way to tell with an infant this small if his abilities are sufficient. But who knows. There might be a couple out there who doesn’t care about such things.”

  Gem kissed the baby’s forehead. “I think he’s perfect just the way he is. I just love the way babies smell, don’t you? Here, smell his head,” she said, lifting him up to Blue.

  Blue merely looked at the child before collecting Niko’s coat from the floor. “Don’t get attached; he’s not a puppy. Like it or not, we have to turn him in.”

  Gem cradled the baby and smiled. “I know that. But look at his little nose. And those sweet little lips. Want to hold him, Niko?”

  “Best not to wake him,” he replied, his hands clasped together.

  “Oh, come on. How often will you ever get to hold a real baby?”

  “Blue’s right. You shouldn’t get attached. Emotions make people do foolish things.”

  She laughed. “Do you think I’m going to steal him?”

  “The thought might enter your mind when it comes time to hand him over to the Regulators. Perhaps you should give him back to Blue.”

  She pouted. “No. I want to hold him. He likes me. He’s all snuggly and warm.”

  The baby began to squirm, and a few seconds later, a wail poured out of him.

  “Shhh. Don’t cry, baby.” She bounced him a little in her arms and handled him with inexperience. He cried even harder. “I’m not doing anything.”

  Blue reached over. “I’ll take him.”

  Gem looked flustered as she passed the baby off and then quickly stood up. She was the only one who could stand all the way up without having to stoop because of the ceiling.

  Niko looked up, his tone compassionate. “Gem, you did nothing wrong. Babies cry. He no doubt misses his mother.”

  She pressed her palm against the side of her head and made a plaintive sound. “He doesn’t like me. Why doesn’t he like me?”

  The baby calmed as Blue gently rocked him in her arms and hummed a lullaby. That sight seemed to have a negative effect on Gem, whose bottom lip quivered.

  I patted the bench to my right. “Come sit down. I’m not good with kids either. I think it’s my resting bitch face.”

  A smile touched her lips, and she reluctantly took a seat beside me. “Where are your shoes?”

  I straightened my legs and stared at my bare feet. “Long story. They were old anyhow.”

  Blue stood up and carefully made her way to the passenger seat. “I’m going to sit up here for the ride home. It’s not safe bouncing around in the back with a baby in my arms. Not the way you drive.”

  Wyatt leaned over for a look. “He’s a pudgy little burrito.”

  Gem couldn’t seem to keep herself away from the baby. She got up and squatted between them while Wyatt fiddled with the radio.

  “You smell like the river,” Niko said absently. “That must have been a long fall.”

  Neither Christian nor I had mentioned our bridge dive.

  “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

  “Sighted people tend to ignore their other senses.” Niko’s wispy long hair slipped in front of his face when he lowered his head. “My apologies for the way I spoke to you in your bedroom. I care for you, and I care for Keystone. But you must make your own choices, or you’ll never learn from your mistakes.”

  “Not every choice is a mistake.”

  “True. But every mistake is a choice.”

  “Do you think Viktor made a mistake by leaving Shepherd alone with Cristo? We could have done it by the book and taken him in.”

  “I don’t know. The fates placed that Mage in our path for a reason. Perhaps Shepherd will no longer have a dark shadow looming over his light.”

  I lowered my voice. “We haven’t known each other very long, but I wouldn’t do anything to hurt or betray this organization. This is all I’ve got in this shitty world. But I’m still figuring stuff out, you know? I don’t have a millennium of experience. I’m just out here winging it as best I can and trying to make decisions that won’t haunt me for the rest of my life. Maybe we owed Shepherd the benefit of the doubt. We’re all here because we’re each a little fucked up in some way. But we have to trust each other until we give people a reason not to trust us.”

  “I agree. We shouldn’t have left Shepherd behind.”

  “I know it wasn’t your decision,” I said. “We can’t punish someone for what they might do. It’s like that movie where they can see into the future and catch criminals before the crime. And no, what I’m thinking about doing isn’t a crime. It’s personal.”

  He placed his hand over mine. “Should you need me for anything, just say the word.”

  “Now that you mention it, my feet are kind of cold. Mind if I borrow your shoes?”

  Niko’s eyes curved like crescent moons when he gave a tight-lipped smile. “As you wish.” After unlacing his boots, he set them in front of me.

  The residual heat felt toasty warm. “I never noticed you had such big feet.”

  “You know what they say about big feet.”

  My brows arched, and I sat back.

  Niko nudged me. “Big shoes.”

  I laughed. “I don’t think that’s
how it goes.”

  “Tell me something.”

  “Sure.”

  He rubbed his hand over his mouth. “I understand what it means when something sucks. But why is it when something blows, it means the same thing? The words are opposite.”

  I smiled. Niko was well-spoken and had a good grasp of the English language. Maybe he didn’t watch enough television to understand slang. “I don’t know, Niko.”

  “Sometimes wordplay like that confuses me.”

  “What brought that up?”

  He moved to the bench across from me. “I heard conversations in the tunnels.”

  I tucked my stringy hair behind my ears. “I never knew places like that existed.”

  He laced his fingers together. “How are you feeling?”

  My stomach churned. “Cristo was an evil man. Let’s just leave it at that.” When I noticed a conflicted look in his expression, I decided to let him off the hook. “Don’t worry. I’m not asking you to take out his light. It’ll go away once I sleep it off. It was different the last time; I was injured and couldn’t handle the additional stress.”

  What I didn’t tell him was how dark light slithered like insects, devouring me from the inside out. I could taste it, smell it, and feel the evil deeds as if their ghosts were all around me. The adrenaline from running and jumping off the bridge had numbed me for a little while, but the sickness was quickly taking hold. Pulling Cristo’s core light had been my decision, so I needed to suck it up.

  My heart flip-flopped when the back door suddenly opened. Viktor’s grey wolf leaped inside, his paws wet and dirt all over his coat. He smelled everyone—especially the baby.

  Christian rocked the van when he jumped inside and sat next to me without a word.

  Realizing we were a man short, my stomach knotted. “Where’s Shepherd?”

  “Miss me already?” Shepherd said in a gravelly voice as he climbed in the van, his pants shredded and face spattered with blood. He tossed his leather coat on the bench, his shirt ripped down the front and hanging on him like a vest.

  “Everyone thought you were dead,” Wyatt informed him.

  Shepherd sat down across from us and wearily stretched out his legs. “If I were dead, I’d come back to haunt your ass.”

  Wyatt put on his hat. “See? I told you guys.”

  It didn’t take long for Niko to notice that Shepherd was hurt. “You need my help.”

  “All I need is a cigarette.” Shepherd used his shirt to wipe the blood off his face, which continued dripping from the gash on his head.

  Christian crossed his ankles. “Don’t trouble yourself, Niko. I’m sure Claude will give him a tongue bath when we get home.”

  Shepherd flicked his gaze between them. “Fine. Just the gash on my head. It needs stitches, and I don’t trust any of you boneheads enough to thread a needle.”

  The shakes came over me.

  “Cold?” Christian asked.

  While Niko began working his healing magic on Shepherd, Wyatt started up the van and headed home.

  I wrung my hands. “No. It’s not that.”

  “Can’t you force it out?”

  “It doesn’t work like that. Can we stop talking about it?”

  “Aye. Lean against me.” Christian draped his arm around my shoulder. “I see you found a nice pair of shoes.”

  “I feel like a wet sock that just came out of the washer.”

  Viktor’s wolf wedged himself between us and rested his head on the bench.

  I stroked his soft ear. “What happened back there?”

  Shepherd peeled off his bloodstained shirt and tossed it on the floor. There was no need to guess whose blood that was. “We got out alive.”

  “And Cristo?”

  A long silence filled in all the blanks. Killing Cristo wouldn’t bring back his woman or change what had happened, but at least no one else would suffer at the hands of that deranged lunatic.

  My eyelids dropped like anchors, and I sighed against Christian’s chest.

  He spoke quietly so no one else could hear. “When do you want to see your da?”

  “Tomorrow,” I whispered back.

  “Daddy?”

  “Maybe another night you can call me that. Quiet now. I’m carrying you back to bed.” The familiar Irish accent snapped me out of my slumber.

  I’d somehow lost myself in my dreams, going back to a time when I was a child and my father would carry me to bed after I’d fallen asleep watching TV. It only took me a few seconds to fast-forward and realize I wasn’t that little girl anymore.

  I opened my eyes. Beautiful stained glass windows drifted by, open candles flickering against the wall as Christian floated past them.

  “How’s Claude?” I mumbled.

  “You shouldn’t worry about that pussy. He’s got Gem bringing him food on a silver platter.”

  “I thought Chitahs didn’t like women serving them.”

  “He’s learned to pick his battles with Gem.”

  I suddenly convulsed when the urge to vomit came over me. Though my stomach was empty, my body was searching for ways to purge Cristo’s light even though it would leak out on its own in due time.

  “I need to go to bed,” I rasped.

  Christian kept a firm hold of me. “We have a family meeting upstairs.”

  Cold sweat touched my brow, and I wiggled my legs. “Then put me down.”

  “We’ll get there faster if I carry you.”

  “Please, Christian. I need to walk.”

  He set my feet on the ground and held my arms until I found my balance. I reminded myself that the sickness would only last another day. In my old life, I would have slept it off. But if Viktor wanted a meeting, then dammit, I wasn’t going to sit it out.

  “What floor are we on?”

  “The second. We’re going to Wyatt’s World.”

  I bit down my laughter. “That makes it sound like an amusement park.”

  “It’s the closest thing we have to one. An office, game room, and television all supervised by a clown.”

  “How’s your ass?”

  “Firm.”

  “Any more splinters?”

  “Perhaps you should give me a thorough examination after the meeting.”

  “I’ll pass.”

  “Any second thoughts about going to the family reunion tomorrow? You look like the dead.”

  “Just let me sleep in. And tell Viktor I’m not up to cooking breakfast.”

  “All part of the master plan?”

  “Yep. I deliberately drank all that dark light just to get out of scrambling eggs.”

  Claude appeared in the distance and looked as bad as I felt. Gem was trying to be his crutch, but Claude wasn’t about to lean on a woman. Especially a petite one half his size. His arm was in a sling, his shoulder bandaged, and he had a noticeable limp.

  When we locked eyes, his brows drew together. “Are you hurt, female?”

  “She has a raging bout of diarrhea,” Christian announced. “It’s grisly. Perhaps someone should bring a chamber pot and air freshener in case the meeting goes on too long.”

  I glared up at him. “Are you sure you aren’t an escaped mental patient?”

  As we entered the room, Wyatt was clearing trash off his long desk. Niko held up the wall by the door, his eyes closed and arms crossed. I let Claude and Gem take the couch and decided to sit down in one of the beanbag chairs so I’d have a direct view of the doorway. I half expected Viktor’s wolf to trot in, tail wagging. But instead, Viktor swaggered in wearing a dark robe tied at the waist and pajama bottoms underneath. He pulled out a leather computer chair and sat facing the room. Gem switched on the floor lamp beside the sofa to give us more light.

  Wyatt shoved the overflowing wastebasket under the desk.

  Viktor gave him a peevish look. “This is stolen property.”

  “Found,” Wyatt corrected, crossing his ankle over his knee.

  Viktor stroked his beard and didn’t bother argui
ng the details. “I want them returned tomorrow.”

  “You want me to just walk into a store and give them a box? It doesn’t work like that.”

  “Nyet. I want you to locate the company from whence they came and leave them on the property.”

  “Better do as he says,” Gem piped in. “You’re starting to grow a tire around your waist.”

  He winked. “A woman needs something to grab on to.”

  Christian sat on a roller stool next to Wyatt. “I’ll handle breakfast in the morning,” he announced.

  A few eyes darted my way, but no one said anything.

  “Sorry I’m late.” Blue strode in, the baby cradled in one arm and a bottle in the other hand. “I had to give him a quick bath.”

  Claude reached out. “Let me feed him.”

  She looked at him warily. “Hold him gently. Have you ever fed a baby before?”

  Claude took the baby in his good arm. The moment the baby started to cry, Claude released a purr that was more felt than heard. The vocalization was different from previous ones he’d made, and it delivered the same comforting embrace of a mother or father’s hug. The baby instantly shushed, delighted by the sound as he gripped one of Claude’s long fingers. Blue rubbed the nipple against the baby’s lips, and when he opened his mouth and began sucking on the bottle, Claude took over.

  I studied Christian, curious where the bottle and formula had come from. “Did we stop for baby supplies, or do you guys just have that stuff lying around?”

  Wyatt answered for him while unwrapping a MoonPie. “You sleep like the dead.”

  “From what I hear, the dead don’t sleep.”

  He pointed at me and winked. “Now you’re catching on.”

  Shepherd appeared in the doorway, looking like a man who’d survived an explosion by the skin of his teeth. He hadn’t changed out of his shredded pants, so I could see the cuts on his legs, probably from escaping the bomb. Though his face and hair were rinsed, he hadn’t done anything to clean the dried blood off his chest. He took a seat on the short end of the L-shaped sofa that faced me and tossed a pillow on the floor.

  Viktor pinched the bridge of his nose. “Now that we’re all here, I’ll give you an update. After speaking with the higher authority about tonight’s events, the case is officially closed. Final payment will appear in my account in the morning, and I will distribute it to everyone by tomorrow evening.”