A Hunger So Wild
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Needing air, Syre left the building. It was dusk now, the desert sky painted in shades of orange, pink, and purple. A streak of lightning arced through the sky, then another. Out of place, he thought, but beautiful.
The sizzling heat of the day had abated, as had the fury of his earlier mood. His second-in-command had put every vampire at risk by her actions, but part of him was secretly relieved to see her fighting for something beyond her vengeance. She’d been twisted by bitterness for so long. Long enough that it had become the only thing she lived for.
He pul ed his phone out of his pocket and dialed Adrian. When the cal went to voice mail, he left a message. “Adrian,” he said darkly. “Vashti’s actions today weren’t sanctioned. Nevertheless, I’l go to the wal for her. If it’s vengeance you want, you know where to find me. Leave her out of it.”
Kil ing the cal , he rounded the corner of the building and came to an abrupt stop. Raze leaned against the metal siding of the building’s exterior, his arms crossed and massive biceps bulging. His gaze was riveted to the slender female silhouette just a few yards away. She was pacing, as if agitated, and speaking on a phone. To Adrian.
Syre waved the Fal en captain away and shoved his hands in his pockets, taking up the watchful position he’d dismissed Raze from. Syre’s emotions were a morass of pain, guilt, sorrow, grief, and anger. As he watched the woman who’d supplanted his beloved daughter in every way— the woman who was the greatest vulnerability of his oldest adversary—he realized he had no idea what to say to her…or do with her. If anything.
“I can tough it out,” she was saying. “I’l be home soon, neshama. Please don’t worry…Yes, I know that’s impossible. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?
Because I’m worried about you…I wil …I love you, too.”
Ending the cal , she stared down at the phone in her hand and sighed. There was something in the sound, a note of regret and weariness that struck a chord in Syre.
Pivoting, she faced him and saw him standing there. She froze, her eyes blinking in the waning light. She was a fledging, stil growing into her new senses.
“How are you feeling, Lindsay?”
She shoved her hand through her curls, a habit he remembered she fel into when discomfited. Her mouth opened, then closed. She shrugged.
“Not so hot.”
He stepped closer, slowly, approaching her in a nonthreatening manner. As he neared, he saw the fever brightness of her eyes and her rapid, shal ow breathing. “How much blood did you give the Alpha?”
“A pint. Maybe a little more.”
“It’s too soon after the Change,” he murmured, lifting his hand cautiously toward her face. “Can I?”
She nodded.
He found her skin burning hot. “How often is Adrian feeding you?”
“Every few hours.”
“How long has it been?” He caught her chin when she looked away. “How long, Lindsay?”
“Six. Maybe seven.”
“You need to eat.”
She shook her head.
Syre remembered how the act of drinking blood had so horrified her. She’d almost died by refusing to feed. He was surprised to find that he was relieved she’d survived after al .
He blew out his breath. “Come inside.”
Reaching into her back pocket, she pul ed out a bandana and began to tie it around her head, covering her eyes.
“That’s not necessary,” he said.
“It’s safer for me. And for you. If something happens to me, Adrian wil go bal istic. The less risk I pose, the better for everyone.”
“Al right.” Gripping her elbow, he steered her back into the building and toward the office he’d commandeered as his own.
As they crossed the vast space, lycans who’d been sitting at various points around the open warehouse pushed slowly to their feet, eyeing him with hostile suspicion. Old habits die hard, he thought. Going head-to-head with Adrian and the Sentinels wasn’t something they were wil ing to risk yet. They weren’t going to let him incite a war with Adrian over Lindsay.
Syre shut them out by closing his office door, then tugged the bandana off her face. Although his night vision was excel ent, he was struck by the sight of her in the harsh glare of the fluorescent overhead lights. She was nothing like Shadoe, but stil …he felt oddly soothed in her presence.
Something that had been vibrating with disquiet inside him settled down. She sank into one of the two chairs positioned in front of the utilitarian metal desk and he took the one beside it.
She studied him boldly.
His brows rose in silent inquiry.
“I was scared the first time I saw you,” she explained. “Afterward, I was distracted and then very il .”
“You’re not scared now?”
“You’re being very careful that I won’t be.”
His mouth curved and her breath caught.
“You’re…very attractive,” she admitted. “I’d forgotten how young you appear.”
Leaning forward, he set his elbows on his knees and got to the most pressing point. “You drank from me once before. Wil you do so again?”
“Why?”
“You need to eat. Fledglings are easily damaged by lack of blood. It’s been too long between feedings and you’ve given some of your blood away.”
“That’s not what I meant. I know why I should want to, but I don’t know why you would.”
Syre looked down, gathering his thoughts. “I don’t know. It’s a combination of things, I suppose. You’re as close as I’l ever be to Shadoe. Until I pass on.”
“I’m not Shadoe.” Her voice was soft and compassionate, earning his appreciation and respect.
“I’ve heard some families of organ donors keep in touch with the transplant recipients.” He glanced up at her. “There’s a bond there, whether it’s real or imagined.”
“Is that healthy?”
It was his turn to shrug. “Who can say? There’s something else, though, that would lead me to make this same offer. I Changed you, Lindsay. In that respect there’s no doubt I sired you.”
The space between her brows was marred by a frown. “How long does that sense of obligation last?”
“I real y can’t say. I’ve only Changed two individuals in my life: Shadoe, who didn’t complete the transformation, and you, who won’t if you don’t feed.”
Her eyes widened. “Only two of us? How is that possible? There are so many vampires.”
“If each vampire infected just one other person, our numbers would be great. Of course, there are those who Change far more than one.” His mouth curved wryly. “Are you disappointed I’m not more evil?”
“Not disappointed, but I’m struggling with it. Not just about you but about al vampires in general.”
“Adrian’s brainwashing.”
“Adrian has nothing to do with it. Vampires kil ed my mother in front of me. They held me down…made me watch as they brutalized her.” A violent shiver moved through her, fol owed by the immediate stiffening of her posture. “My feelings about vampires are my own, based on my own truths and experiences.”
Syre reached for her hand and was pleased when she let him take it. “There are minions who lose their sanity with the Change. They’re the most responsible for the spread of vampirism, not the Fal en.”
“We were on a picnic in the park on a cloudless day. They were either Fal en or the kept pets of one—or more—or they couldn’t have tolerated the sunlight.”
He inhaled sharply. “Tel me everything.”
“Why? I’m not Shadoe,” she said again. “Stil , I feel…a connection to you. I have memories of you and her together that feel like they’re mine. It’s messing with my head.”
“So is blood loss.” Sinking his fangs into his wrist, he stood and came around her, setting one hand on her head and lifting his bleeding wound to her mouth.
She might have been able to refuse him if he’d expected her to make the punctures herself. But with the coppery scent of blood fil ing her nostrils, her instincts kicked in and she was too much of a fledgling to fight them. Cupping the back of his wrist with both hands, she drank greedily, her eyes rol ing back in her head before she closed them.
He would’ve preferred she ingest more than she did, but somehow she found the fortitude to pul away. He admired her strength of wil . Most fledglings that hungry would’ve had to be ripped away for the safety of the donor.
“Better?” he asked.
Nodding, she licked her lips. Already the unnatural brightness of her eyes was softening and a healthy flush stained her cheeks. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you accepted.” He leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. “I would be even more grateful if you’d trust me with what you remember of the attack on your mother.”
He listened as she described a trinity of vampires who sounded remarkably like Vashti, Salem, and Raze.
“It wasn’t them,” he said quietly when she finished, having no doubt as to their innocence.
“I know that now. When I bit Vash—”
“Ah, yes. I won’t forget that.” He smiled inwardly, recal ing how infuriated Vashti had been at being bested by a fledgling. His second hadn’t fought back, of course, out of deference for his paternal feelings. Which only made it more concerning that she’d brought Lindsay to heal the Alpha. It seemed Vashti had been focused on the lycan’s health to the exclusion of every other consideration.
“Adrian searched through my mind and he concurs with my description, but says the memory is faulty. Too murky. More of an emotional impression than a photographic one.”
He settled in his chair again. “I’d see for myself if you hadn’t lost enough blood already. I could’ve looked when I drained you for the Change, but I didn’t want to personalize you. I know how cold that sounds.”
“I appreciate the truth.” One side of her mouth lifted. “Hot or cold.”
“But it doesn’t matter whether I see the memory myself or not. I believe you. I’l investigate and see what turns up.”
“I— Thank you, again. For obvious reasons, I’d love to know who they are.” She took a deep breath, then released it in a rush. She looked away quickly when he caught her gaze, but he’d seen how her eyes were shadowed and haunted.
“What else is troubling you, Lindsay?” he asked softly. “Wil you tel me?”
There was a long hesitation before she said, “I lost my father recently. The day before I met you. It’s hard, you know…feeling this way about someone else. Even though I know they’re Shadoe’s feelings—knowing doesn’t change how it affects me.”
Syre nodded grimly. “Yes, it feels somewhat disloyal, doesn’t it? I’m warring with the same thing. I don’t want a replacement for my daughter; I want her. But I can’t help the sense of affinity I feel for you. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in al my years on earth, it’s that certain events change our lives for a reason and that certain paths cross because they’re meant to. We don’t have to be enemies, Lindsay. Or even al ies. Perhaps you and I can just…be ourselves. Perhaps we can just accept that we have a bond and not fight it or try to analyze it. Perhaps we can even come to nurture it, if we decide we want to.”
A knock came to the door a second before it opened and Vash stepped in. “Syre, I— Oh. Sorry.”
Lindsay’s mouth twisted rueful y.
“It’s al right, Vashti,” he said. “What do you need?”
“I’d like a word. Elijah wants to see you, Lindsay.”
“Okay.” Pushing to her feet, she moved to pass Syre and paused abreast of him.
He glanced up at her and was startled when she bent down and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. She left without another word.
Syre was glad Vashti had enough to say on her own. It was many moments later before his throat loosened enough for him to speak again.
CHAPTER 11
It was on a rooftop under the light of the moon that the phone cal was made.
“Someone fucked up,” he said without preamble. “Adrian arrived almost two hours earlier than I was told to expect him.”
There was a short pause. “Has he discovered that you’re stil alive?”
“No. I had the interior of the house taken care of. There’s nothing of me to be found in there.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
“The hel there isn’t!” Agitation forced his wings to unfurl and stretch, casting a massive shadow on the lawn below. “If he’s got any of his brain left, he’l figure out someone’s been staying there.”
“I’m not prepared to say that’s a problem.”
“Because you want the shit to hit the fan. It’s what you’ve been working for al these centuries.” He heard the familiar creaking of Syre’s desk chair and his fists clenched. While the cat’s away, the rat will play… “It’s not time yet, and Syre and Adrian are both focusing more on the virus than I expected them to. I assumed they’d concentrate on each other and the lycans. Anything that distracts them is a good thing right now.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re not out here hanging in the wind. I told you staying in Helena’s home was a bad idea.”
“Any other option would have left a trail in money, paper, or blood.”
The hardness of the voice on the other end of the line fired his temper further. He was a Sentinel. The vampire on the other end of the line would do wel to remember that. “You didn’t seem concerned about those things when you talked about infecting entire neighborhoods with the pathogen.”