Edge of Passion (31 page)

“Leila! Pearce!” he called out.

Behind him, footsteps approached. He turned, only to face Hamish and Manus. At the same time his eyes fell on a spot on the floor where something had splattered. His heart stopped.

“Oh, God, no!” He took a shaky breath, inhaling the metallic scent of blood. His heart clenched painfully. What had happened? Was this Leila’s blood? Where was Leila? He should have never left her side.

“Shit!” Hamish cursed. “There must have been a fight.”

Manus darted his head out the room, then turned back. “There’s a trail leading down the corridor.”

“We have to find them,” Aiden pressed out and rushed out of the room, following the trail of blood that looked as if somebody had been dragged. He tried not to think of the worse, and instead continued running until the trail ended—in front of the lead cell.

Each compound had a cell in order to lock up Cloak Warriors who’d infringed on their laws. Theirs had never been used before.

“Aiden unlocked the heavy door and jerked it open. “Leila! Pearce!” He peered into the darkness.

“Aiden, here,” came Pearce’s voice.

“Pearce!” Aiden rushed into the cell and found Pearce cowering on the ground. “Where is she? Where is Leila?”

“I’m sorry, Aiden. He had a knife to her throat. I tried to fight him, but I was unarmed.” Pearce pointed toward his leg. “He cut my Achilles tendon.”

Aiden felt the air leave his lungs, virtually choking him. “No!” He stared at Pearce’s injury, knowing his friend had done what he could, but without the ability to move on his feet, he couldn’t have done any more.

Manus and Hamish entered behind him and helped their friend up.

“Finlay is the traitor. He took her.”

“Did he hurt her?” The thought of Leila in pain made bile shoot up from his gut.

“He didn’t,” Pearce alleviated his concern.

Aiden took a deep breath, trying to regain his wits. He had to get her back, somehow. And he could only do that if he could think clearly, something that seemed impossible right now.

“What happened?”

Pearce let out a long breath. “Finlay somehow caught onto us. He knew we had a trace on his phone. He left it at the council building, so I didn’t know he was on the move. He transported in and cut the power. By the time the backup generator kicked in, he’d already gotten to Leila and threatened her.”

“That explains why Logan and Enya didn’t get a warning about Deirdre showing up at the massage parlor,” Hamish interjected as he and Manus helped Pearce out of the cell.

Aiden slammed the door shut behind them.

Pearce glanced at Hamish. “Deirdre? Shit, I would have never thought she’d go that far. So she was the one trying to kill Leila?”

Hamish nodded.

“We’ll deal with Deirdre later,” Aiden acknowledged impatiently. She would be punished—and severely, if he had a say in it. But what was more important now was to find Leila. “What does Finlay want with her?”

Pearce’s look turned to stone. “Trade her to the demons. He’s crazy, Aiden.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it himself. “He thinks the demons will crown him as their leader if he brings them this prize. He wants the power.”

“I won’t allow it. We’ll get her back!” Aiden felt his anger rise. Nobody would take Leila away from him. He’d get her back even if he had to follow the demons into their lair and rip her from their claws. “She’s mine!”

Three pairs of eyes stared at him.

“Well,” Manus said deadpan, “that clears that up. I would extend my congratulations, but considering the bride is absent, I’ll postpone that.”

Aiden lashed a furious glare at Manus for his flippant remark.

Manus immediately lifted his free arm in a show of surrender. “No harm meant. We’d better get to work on finding your mate.”

Manus’s last word sank deep into Aiden’s chest. Even though he’d never used it when thinking about Leila, he knew it was the truth nevertheless. Nothing had ever felt so right. There was no denying that
rasen
had finally caught up with him and delivered the only woman who could ever be his. Now all he had to do was get her back.

He nodded. “We have to figure out where Finlay took her.”

Pearce motioned toward the stairs, his arms around Manus’s and Hamish’s shoulders for support. “Let’s go to the command center. Your father can get us access to his file to see where he owns property, who he knows, where he goes. If somebody can bring me his cell phone, I might be able to trace where he’s been before. Maybe we can find his meeting place with the demons that way.”

As Aiden made a motion to follow his friends who assisted Pearce in negotiating the stairs, he heard a sound coming from the corridor leading to the portal.

He turned and saw Logan and Enya come toward them. He waited for them.

“We dropped off Deirdre with the council guards and came as fast as we could,” Logan announced.

Aiden gave both a grave look. “Leila is gone. Finlay took her; he’s the traitor.”

“Shit!” Logan exclaimed.

“Well, let’s go trace them and ambush him,” Enya said and headed for the stairs.

Aiden felt the hopelessness of the situation crash over him once more. “We have no way of tracing Finlay. He’s left his cell behind.”

To his surprise, Enya grinned.

“What the—?”

“Just as well that I lent her my jeans then.”

Confusion roiled through him, but before he could voice it, Enya put a hand on his forearm.

“No offense, but I didn’t trust her, so I put a tracker into one of the metal buttons on the jeans. If she’s still wearing them, we’ll find her.”

He didn’t believe his ears at first, but when the words sank in, he couldn’t help but hug his compound mate until she pushed against him, wanting to be released.

“You can let me down now!”

He let go of her and took a steadying breath. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

Enya grumbled under her breath. “It’s not by groping me, that’s for sure. Try that again, and you’ll find my dagger in your gut.”

At any other time, Aiden would have started a fight with Enya about what was considered a friendly hug and what constituted a grope, but at this moment he couldn’t care less. His thoughts were with Leila, the only woman he wanted to touch for the rest of his life.

THIRTY-SIX

The sun had already set when Finlay had kidnapped her from the compound, but after hurtling through the portal and emerging at the other end, Leila saw the glow of late afternoon sun. It had to mean that they were somewhere on the West Coast. The portal behind them was hidden in a hillside, heavy brush disguising its location. Looking down the hill, Leila noticed the trees surrounding them: mostly pine trees, mixed with other varietals she didn’t recognize. She inhaled, taking in the dry air. While it was still warm, it wasn’t humid, another indication that her captor had transported her to the West Coast rather than the South or East. California, if she had to guess.

“Let’s go, no time for sightseeing,” Finlay ordered gruffly and clamped his hand harder around her upper arm.

“Where are we going?”

“Meeting your new master,” he snarled and tugged on her arm, dragging her down a dirt path.

“Please, why are you doing this?”

“You would never understand! Humans are so small-minded when it comes to the important things in life. Your brain can’t comprehend the grand things I’m planning for this world.”

Leila snorted. “Grand? You’re planning to destroy humanity. There’s nothing grand about that.”

He tugged at her arm, yanking her toward him. “You have no idea what I’m planning. This will be a brave new world with an order that gets things done, not your stupid little democracies that fight among each other. Your idiotic political parties that can’t agree on anything. No! My new order will make things right.”

“You mean tyranny.”

“Call it what you will, but only a strong ruler with absolute power can make a difference. You’re just too brainwashed to see that.”

“It will never work,” she spat.

He slapped the back of his hand over her cheek, whipping her head to the side.

“Enough. You’re just a human. I told you you wouldn’t understand.”

Then he turned and dragged her with him.

As they hiked down the mountain and through the forest that surrounded it, Leila couldn’t help but think about the mistakes she’d made. Had she not lied to Aiden about the data in the pendant, this might never have happened. He would have had no reason to go after the demons to get it back and would have been at the compound to protect her instead.

But there was no use crying over spilled milk. The damage was done; now all she could do was put an end to it. No help was coming. By the time Aiden even noticed her disappearance, she would already be in the clutches of the demons. How long would she be able to fight against their mental influence? Or would they torture her physically this time to get what they wanted? Would they hurt her so much that she would give away the secret in the pendant only so they would stop?

She shuddered at the thought. She had promised Aiden and herself that she wouldn’t betray him, but could she actually keep this promise? Was she strong enough?

The longer they walked through the woods, the grimmer her mood turned. She had to face the facts: she was a coward when it came to physical and mental pain, and the demons would apply both to get what they wanted from her. She would crack. It was only a matter of time.

A silent sob worked itself up from her gut into her throat. She clamped her mouth shut so it couldn’t escape. She had to be brave.

The hike through the forest took over an hour. When they cleared it, they reached what looked like a deserted parking lot, if she could trust her eyes. The sun had set during their march, and it was now pitch black. Out in the countryside were no street lights, and only the stars provided the tiniest of illumination on the moonless night.

Undeterred, Finlay pushed her forward where a hut of some sort stood out against the darkness. A faint light on its outside illuminated a board. As her captor dragged her past it, she quickly tried to read the notice. All she could catch was
Mercer Caverns
and a list of times and prices. Frantically, she searched her memory. Somewhere she’d heard that name before. She knew she’d never been here before, but at the same time the name sounded familiar.

But she had no time to think about it further, her feet so tired by now that she stumbled more than walked as Finlay led her past what seemed like an entrance, then wedged himself between two bushes and pulled her with him. Branches swiped her, getting caught in her jacket. She heard a ripping sound as he pulled her into the thick without stopping. Then one branch grazed her face, making her cry out, its ends catching in her hair, tangling it. She jolted backwards.

“Don’t stop!” he ordered and dragged her with him.

She felt strands of her hair being ripped from her scalp, driving tears into her eyes. But she didn’t dare cry out again.

A moment later, what sounded like an old rickety wooden door was opened, and she was shoved inside. Behind her, Finlay bolted it. A strong musty smell greeted her, and the residual warmth that had held off the cold of the night while they were outside had disappeared. It was noticeably colder in here, almost as if she’d stepped into a refrigerator. Before her was a dark void—no light penetrated.

When she heard some shuffling and then a match being lit, she turned and watched Finlay light a torch. As the flame grew, it illuminated the dark space ahead. Had she come here under other circumstances, she would have stood there in utter admiration and awe, but as it was, her surroundings only added to her uneasiness.

In front of her was a staircase that led down into the cavern, but the light reached far enough for her to see what was ahead: beautiful formations of stalactites and stalagmites, reflecting back to her in a multitude of colors and shapes, glistening as even now they produced more layers over their magnificent forms. She’d seen a TV program about these caverns once. That’s why the name had been so familiar. She remembered it well now, because she’d been so fascinated about this small wonder, how nature had been able to create such beautiful caves.

“Walk!” Finlay ordered.

There was only one way, and she knew from the TV program that there was no exit down there. She tried to recall the layout of the caverns and seemed to remember that there were three shafts going down. It appeared that Finlay had decided not to take the cave entrance the tourists frequented, but an older side entrance that was now defunct. Eventually, two of the shafts would meet deep underground. Not that this would help her at all. While she couldn’t escape back up where she’d come from, the chances of escaping up the second shaft once she reached it were equally unrealistic. Finlay was a Cloak Warrior, and after seeing Hamish and Aiden fight, she knew how fast their kind was. Their speed was preternatural. She would never be able to outrun him. Or the demons.

As the stairs ended and turned into smoothly carved out walkways, they passed formation after formation, each more beautiful than the last. As the path widened, the cave split, and they entered the branch on the right. The light from Finlay’s torch reflected on the walls and painted dancing shadows on it, creating different colors.

“That way,” he demanded and pointed his hand toward another dark path beyond the cave. It felt like a tunnel when she stepped into it, and her claustrophobia surfaced at the notion that this place could collapse while she was in it. Her heartbeat accelerated, and her breath became irregular. Her palms coated themselves with dampness, and her knees began to shake.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“Go!” he barked from behind her, his hand nudging her forward, not at all gently.

She had no choice but to continue. Her hands guiding her along the wall, she walked forward, one foot in front of the other, as she tried to breathe normally, hoping to chase away the fear that gripped her. It seemed to take an eternity until she finally cleared the tunnel and stepped into another branch of the cave. She stopped, hoping to rest now, but Finlay pushed on, leading her farther down the branch.