Dark Guardian (10 page)

I don't understand what being a lifemate means.

I could explain it to you
… he offered solemnly.

No! I don't think I want to hear another word about it! Not one word, Lucian
. She knew darn well that he wasn't in the least bit serious, and his annoying habit of laughing at her was going to get him into major trouble. He had the idea that because she was so small, she was not a force to reckoned with. She intended to change that impression soon if he kept it up.
A billionaire? Isn't that just a bit dramatic? What if someone asks you to prove it? I thought the idea was to keep a low profile
. She was deliberately impudent, trying to hide the fact that she was happy he was so very real.

Hiding out in the open is always the best way. And living for centuries gives one the ability to amass a fortune. It is relatively easy. The more money one has, the more one has the ability to hide his true identity. People expect a certain amount of eccentricity in those with money. Thus, it is merely another tool I use.

You cannot be a billionaire on top of everything else. You're making me completely crazy. You know that, don't you?

"Jaxx!" Barry Radcliff was in her doorway, his large frame leaning against the jamb, a huge grin of relief spreading across his face. "Thank God. They kept telling me you were getting better, but for some reason or other, I could never actually lay eyes on you. They've been feeding me all kinds of crap about some fiance. I keep telling them you don't have one, but no one listens to me, not even the captain. He claims he met the guy, some foreign billionaire, and that the rumors are true. I thought maybe that bullet in the head put me in another world."

The nurse left to give them privacy.

"At least you have an excuse." Jaxon was so relieved to see someone normal, she felt like crying again. "And why didn't you keep your butt out of that warehouse, like I told you? Do you have a hero complex, too, Barry?"

He walked slowly, carefully, across the room as if his legs were shaky and managed an awkward, one-armed hug.

I forgot to mention I am a very jealous man, honey. Do not go too far with being happy to see this male
. The texture of Lucian's voice in her head was the same, yet not. It was softer than ever, velvet over iron. A subtle warning.

Get over it. He's my partner
. Deliberately Jaxon hugged Barry back when normally she never would have done so.

You hide your own feelings from yourself. You regard this one with great affection.

If that's so, it was pretty dumb of you to clue me in on my true feelings, now, wasn't it
? she asked sweetly, allowing Barry to retain possession of her hand as he sat at the end of her bed. "Do you remember what happened, Barry? Because I don't remember anything but getting shot." She was curious. She didn't have a clue how either of them had gotten out of the warehouse when they were both seriously wounded.

Confusion clouded Barry's gray eyes. "You know, I have nightmares about it. I don't know either. In my nightmare a huge wolf kills all the bad guys like some avenging angel, then turns into a man, drags my butt out of there, and then carries you off. Don't tell the boss, though—he's already got some psychiatrist hanging around my door," Barry rubbed a hand over his face. "I can't remember the man, only the wolf, the eyes. The way it looked at me. But I'd swear a man appeared out of nowhere to rescue us."

It was you. You saved us. I should have known
. She had known. Deep down inside was a memory—Lucian's or her own, she wasn't certain—but she had touched upon it and rejected it. There was blood and death and something so erotic and altogether wrong—some kind of bizarre healing ritual perhaps?—that Jaxon never wanted to touch on it again.

I was not about to allow you to escape me even through death, Jaxon. I enjoy your sense of humor so much
. There was that gentleness that turned her heart over, that told her he knew she was frightened and alone and utterly confused.

Jaxon had the feeling that he was much closer this time, his presence stronger in her mind, not a mere shadow. Involuntarily she glanced nervously at the door. "Don't worry, Barry, I think both of us need to stay as far from a psychiatrist as possible. They'd probably commit me. I'm having a few nightmares of my own."

Barry shifted toward her, leaning close. He lowered his voice. "Since we're alone here, I might as well tell you this isn't the first weird experience I've had. Do you remember that serial killer who was terrorizing the city a few months back? Of course you do. I was first on the scene after the third murder. I was off duty and in the area. I swear I saw a wolf there. He turned his head and looked at me, and I saw intelligence in his eyes. Real intelligence. It was eerie. He looked at me as if he was measuring my worth or something, deciding whether or not to kill me. Just like in the warehouse. But then it wasn't a wolf anymore; it was a man, and for the life of me, I can't remember what he looked like. Not even his build. You know me, Jaxx. I remember the smallest detail, yet twice now I've seen a wolf where there couldn't have been one, and I can't describe a man I saw, not the one at a murder scene and not the one who saved our lives."

"What are you saying, Barry?" Jaxon's heart was beginning to pound in alarm again. Had it been Lucian? What was Lucian? Could he have projected the image of a wolf?

Barry shrugged. "I don't know what I'm saying. I only know I saw the damn thing. It was real. And it looked like the one in the warehouse. It was massive, well-fed. Not some stray dog, like the captain suggested. It had peculiar eyes. Very black, different than an animal's. They burned with menace, and I mean burned. And they held an almost… human intelligence." He shoved a hand through his hair. "I checked to see if a wolf could have escaped from a zoo or wildlife preserve, but no go, and no one else saw the thing. There couldn't have been a wolf, but… I don't know where I'm going with this, but you're the only person I would admit this to."

I was there hunting the vampire, Jaxon. Stop trying to scare yourself.

"I didn't see a wolf, Barry, but I've had some strange nightmares myself. Maybe we're both crazy." She managed a faint smile. The sound of her heart pounding was so loud she thought she might go mad.

"Maybe it goes with the territory, Jaxx. By the way, are the rumors I'm hearing about you true, or another nightmare? I'm your partner. Wouldn't I know something like whether you had a fiance? Especially if he was some hotshot billionaire?"

Jaxx heard the hurt in his voice, could feel his pain cut through her like a knife.

Lucian could feel her answering pain.
That is the problem, honey. You have way too much compassion in you. You are not responsible for his feelings
.

He's my partner, and I owe him my loyalty. Our little charade will hurt him. I'm telling him it isn't really true
, she said defiantly.

"Jaxx?" Barry prompted, his eyes steady on her face.

"You know how difficult my life has been, Barry," she began reluctantly, not sure just what to say.

Lucian's wide shoulders filled the doorway. He was dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his long hair, as shiny black as a raven's wing, pulled back and secured with a leather thong at the nape of his neck. He took her breath away. His very presence filled the room. He moved easily, fluidly, power clinging to him as he flowed across the floor to bend down and brush the top of her head with a kiss. The touch of his lips made her feel slightly faint. Then her heart found the slow, calming rhythm of his.

"Good evening, angel. I see you are allowed to visit with your partner. Barry, I am Lucian Daratrazanoff, Jaxon's fiance. Please allow me to thank you for saving her life."

Barry turned his steady gray eyes back to Jaxon's face accusingly

Lucian sat on the edge of the bed, his large body crowding protectively close to hers. "Jaxon wanted to tell you about me; she agonized over it all the time. But she was afraid that somehow Tyler Drake would find out about me or that you were her confidant and he would harm you." He curved an arm around Jaxon's shoulders. "It is a difficult life she leads, and those of us who love her know she tries to protect us even when we would prefer she didn't. I know you understand why she kept silent."

Barry couldn't help listening to the cadence of the man's incredible voice. He looked away from Jaxon to Lucian, and it was like falling into a deep, bottomless sea of tranquility. Of course he understood. Jaxon always protected those around her. How could she have done anything else? And he liked Lucian; he could see that Lucian was good for Jaxon, would be able to take care of her. They would end up being great friends.

Don't you dare plant something in his head
! Outraged, Jaxon tried to get around Lucian to shake Barry out of his trance. He was staring with what appeared to be rapture into Lucian's eyes.

Lucian did not take his gaze from Barry's. He merely restrained Jaxon with one hand.
Is this man important in your life
? he silently asked her.

You know he is. Don't you mess with his head!

If he is important to you, then it is imperative that he accept me. Hear me well, Jaxon. I cannot allow any other to know that my species exists. Do you understand what I am saying? I am willing for this man to come under my protection because of your affection for him. That is no small thing. But he must accept our relationship.

I don't accept our relationship. We don't have a relationship. For God's sake, I'm talking to you with my thoughts, not out loud like a normal human. I hear and see far better than I should, and you and I both know I should be dead. I wasn't, was I
?
You did some weird thing to me to bring me back, and now I'm a zombie or something
. She ended on a note of near hysteria.

Lucian laughed softly and leaned to brush the corner of her mouth with his. "You are so beautiful, honey."

He didn't have to have that mouth. It had to be a sin to have a mouth like his. And his voice should be banned, too. "I am not, but I appreciate that you would say so." No one had ever described her as beautiful.

"There was no one to do so. Now you have me." He looked once more at Jaxon's partner.

Barry found himself smiling at the man. "I wish she had told me sooner, but of course I understand. Drake's a threat we haven't been able to keep out of her life. I hope you realize you will have to be on guard at all times. If you come down to the station, I'll show you everything we have on him. It's important you recognize him. There's a good chance he'll try to kill you."

Jaxon pulled her hand from Barry's and shifted away from Lucian, withdrawing into herself. "I think both of you should leave. This is too public a place. There's a good chance he's watching us right now."

Lucian again cradled Jaxon's small body, protectively sweeping her close beneath his shoulder as if he hadn't noticed that she was trying to keep away from him.
You worry altogether too much about Tyler Drake, honey. He is not invincible.

Neither are you
. Her wide dark eyes moved over his face almost lovingly, although she didn't know it. She decided she liked having someone to argue with. To worry about. To tease and laugh with.

I knew I would grow on you
. There was his laughter again, velvet soft, seductive.

I'm just lonely
. She tilted her chin at him defiantly.
A troglodyte would have done just as well, so don't start puffing up your chest
. He had a darn nice chest, truth be told.

His laughter set her pulse rate soaring, and the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck sent shivers of longing throughout her body. She turned to her partner, determined to ignore Lucian and his effect on her. "When do you get out of here, Barry? They're letting me out today."

"You nearly died. What are they thinking?" The shock was clear on Barry's face. "Are the doctors idiots?"

"I have connections," Lucian intervened softly, smoothly, once again his voice and eyes holding Barry spellbound. "I'm taking her to my home. The security there is very tight. No one gets in without my knowing about it. And I'll see to medical care for her. We won't have to worry so much about her. Here, let me give you my private number and address. You can reach us anytime in the evenings. I work almost exclusively in the evening and night, as I deal with so many different countries and time zones. Just make certain you leave your name, and either Jaxon or I will get back to you as soon as possible. When are you to be released?"

"They said maybe three days. Then I'm off work, on disability, for another three months at least. Then a desk job for a while. What about you, partner? You coming back soon?"

Lucian's fingers tangled in hers. Deliberately he brought her knuckles to the warmth of his lips. "I would rather she not answer that or even think about it at this time. You know how stubborn she is."

"There's no question that I'll be going back to work. It's what I do to make a living," she said indignantly.

Barry threw back his head and began to laugh. "You happen to be engaged to one of the wealthiest men on the face of the earth. I don't think making a living is going to be much of a problem for you."

She glared at him. "For your information, Lucian isn't nearly as rich as everyone keeps saying. And in any case, I like to work. We're not married yet, and anything could go wrong. Maybe it will never even happen. Did you think about that? And what if we did get married and it didn't work out? Do you have any idea how many marriages fail?"

"That is so like you, Jaxx. She already has her marriage failing," Barry pointed out, "and hasn't even tied the knot yet. Little Miss Pessimist."

"I'm
a
realist, Barry," she answered quietly.

Lucian's arms tightened around her, almost as if he was protecting her from Barry's teasing. He could feel the hurt in her mind. She was laughing, but her mind was filled with sorrow. Barry had no idea, though he was her partner and had been for some time. Lucian was certain none of those who thought they really knew her could read her at all. There had been no real laughter in her life; she tried to find moments to enjoy where she could, but always she was aware of the threat to those she became too friendly with. It never left her mind, that terrible burden. The idea of sharing her life with someone was nothing more than a beautiful fantasy to her. An impossible dream.