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CHAPTER
Thirty-Five

R
io drove like a bat out of hell.

He put all his mental energy into reaching out for Dylan, trying to let her know that he was coming for her. That he
would
find her, or die trying.

He sped along Route 129, hoping he was getting close. He could feel it in his blood that he wasn’t far from Dylan now. Their bond was calling to him, urging him on with a certainty that it wouldn’t be long before he found her.

And then—

As a dark sedan came flying up the road from the opposite direction, Rio’s veins lit up like firecrackers.

Madre de Dios.

Dylan was in that car.

With a hard crank of the wheel, he threw his vehicle into a sideways skid, blocking the road and ready to fight to the death for Dylan. The oncoming sedan’s brakes squealed, tires smoking on the pavement. It lurched to a stop, then the driver—a human, by the look of the big man at the wheel—made a sharp right and gunned it up a dark, tree-lined service road.

With a curse, Rio threw his car into gear and went after them.

Up ahead, the sedan crashed through a temporary barricade in the road, then made a hard stop. Two people climbed out of the backseat—Dylan and the vampire who held her. The bastard had a gun jammed under her chin as he hauled her up the quiet road into the dark.

Rio braked to a stop and leapt out of the driver’s seat, his own gun pulled from its holster and leveled at her captor’s head. But he couldn’t shoot. The chance of hitting Dylan was too great. More than he was willing to risk.

Not that he had much time to consider it.

The huge guard who’d been at the wheel of the sedan came around the car and started firing at Rio. A bullet ripped into his shoulder, searing hot pain. He kept shooting at Rio, trying to drive him back with a relentless hail of gunfire.

Rio dodged the attack and vaulted across the distance using all the Breed power at his command. He fell upon the human—a Minion, he realized as he stared down into the dead eyes. Rio grabbed him by the throat and then put his other hand on the bastard’s forehead. He sent all his fury into his fingertips, draining the life out of the Minion with that brief, simple touch.

He left the corpse in the middle of the road and took off on foot to find Dylan.

Dylan stumbled alongside her captor, the hard cold press of a gun’s muzzle jammed under her chin. She could hardly see where he was taking her, but somewhere, not very distant, rushing water roared like thunder.

And then gunfire.

“No!” she screamed, hearing the sharp blasts behind her in the dark. She felt a jab of pain and knew that Rio had been hit. But he was still breathing. Thank God, he was still alive. Still reaching out to her through the heat that coursed through her blood.

A cruel yank of her head brought Dylan back around. The vampire who held her forced her to run with him, up the narrow pavement and closer to the source of the falling water.

Before she knew it, they were heading onto a tall bridge. On one side, a reservoir spread out for what looked like miles, the dark water sparkling in the moonlight. And on the other side, a sheer drop from what looked like about two hundred feet.

The spillway below was white with the rush of water cascading over the graduated incline and the huge rocks that spread down into the churning river at its base. Dylan stared over the tall metal rail of the bridge, seeing a certain death in all that furious water.

“Dragos.”

Rio’s voice cut through the darkness on the entrance of the bridge.

“Let her go.”

Dylan’s captor jerked her to a halt on the bridge. He swung her around, the gun still biting into her jaw. His chuckle vibrated against her, low and malicious.

“Let her go? I don’t think so. Come and get her.” Rio took a step toward them and that cold nose of the gun at Dylan’s throat stuck even deeper. “Put down your weapon, warrior. She will die right here.”

Rio glared, amber flashing in his eyes. “I said let her go, damn it.”

“Put the gun down,” her assailant said. “Do it now. Or would you prefer to see me tear out her throat?”

Rio’s gaze went to Dylan’s. His jaw was tight, his tension visible even in the darkness. With a hissed oath, he slowly put his weapon on the ground and stood back up. “Okay,” he said carefully. “Now let’s finish this, you and I. Leave her out of it, Dragos. Or should I call you Gerard Starkn? Gordon Fasso, maybe?”

The vampire chuckled, clearly amused. “My little ruse has come to an end, has it? No matter. You’re about fifty years too late. I’ve been busy. What my father started by hiding the Ancient, I am finishing. While the Order has been chasing its ass, taking out Rogues like they were actually making a difference in the world, I’ve been sowing the seeds of the future. A great many seeds. Today you call me Dragos; soon the world will call me Master.”

Rio inched forward and Dylan’s captor turned the gun from its aim on her to Rio instead. Dylan felt the flex of the vampire’s muscles as he prepared to squeeze the trigger and she took the only chance she had. With a sharp jut of her hand, she knocked his arm and the bullet shot off into the trees.

She didn’t see the blow coming.

Her captor drew his other arm back and let his fist fly, connecting with the side of her head. She went careening, crashing hard onto the pavement.

“No!” Rio shouted.

With a speed and agility that still shocked her, he leapt into the air. Dragos returned the challenge, and with an otherworldly roar, the two powerful Breed males smashed into each other and locked into a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

Rio latched on to Dragos’s maniacal spawn in pure rage, the two of them thrashing in midair, each fighting for the chance to kill the other. With a bellow, the vampire spun Rio around and drove him into the metal rail of the bridge. Rio roared, flipping Dragos off him and sending the bastard into the opposite side of the narrow road atop the bridge.

He didn’t know how long the battle raged. Neither was willing to stop until the other was dead. Both vampires were fully transformed now, their fangs huge, the night lit up by the blare of two sets of amber eyes.

Somehow Dragos got loose and jumped up onto the railing. Rio followed him, finally driving the bastard down on one knee. Dragos wobbled, nearly losing his balance over the roar of the spillway below. Then he lunged, barreling headfirst into Rio’s midsection.

Rio felt his feet slip on the rail. He pitched sharply, then fell.

“Rio!” Dylan screamed from above on the bridge. “Oh, my God! No!”

Not even a half-second later, Dragos made the same error. But like Rio, he also managed to grab hold of the metal superstructure before the plunge took him down onto the rocks and rushing water.

The fight continued below the bridge, both of them clutching the beams with one hand while they punched and struck each other from their suspension above the wicked drop. Rio’s shoulder was burning from the bullet he took earlier. The pain was bringing on a blackout, but he shook it off, focusing all his rage—all his pain, and the fear he’d felt at the thought of losing Dylan—on the task of ending the Dragos line here and now.

And he could feel Dylan giving him strength as well.

She was in his mind and in his blood, in his very heart and soul, lending him her own tenacious determination. He absorbed all of it, using what his bond to Dylan gave him, as he went for another hard strike at Dragos. They continued pounding each other, roaring with the fury of battle.

Until a gunshot ripped out over their heads.

They both looked up and there was Dylan, one of the pistols gripped in her hands. She brought the muzzle down and aimed it at Dragos.

“This is for my mother, you son of a bitch.”

She fired, but Dragos was Breed, and he was faster than she anticipated. He swung away at the last second, getting a better grip farther down the rail. She followed, keeping him trained in her sights. When she went to fire again, one of his hands shot up through the slats and locked on to her ankle.

She fell backward, hitting the bridge hard. Rio heard the breath whoosh out of her lungs, then watched in horror as she was suddenly dragged toward the railing by Dragos’s strong grasp on her leg.

In an instant, Rio flung himself up over the rail and onto the road above. He grabbed Dylan’s arm in one hand, the dropped pistol in his other.

“Let her go,” he commanded Dragos and brought the gun level with the vampire’s head. It was hard to kill one of the Breed, but a bullet to the brain was generally sufficient.

“You think this is over, warrior?” Dragos taunted, fangs flashing. “This is only the beginning.”

With that he let go of Dylan and dropped, fast as a stone, into the roiling water below. The spillway ate him up, and the river beneath it was pitch dark, impossible to see.

Dragos was gone.

Rio turned to Dylan and gathered her into his arms. He held her close, so relieved that he was able to feel her warmth against him. He kissed her and smoothed away the blood and grit from her face.

“It’s over,” he whispered, kissing her again. He stared down at the black water below the bridge, but saw no sign of Dragos in the speeding current. “You’re safe with me, Dylan. It’s all over now.”

She nodded and wrapped her arms around him. “Take me home, Rio.”

CHAPTER
Thirty-Six

N
early a week had passed since Rio brought Dylan back with him to the Order’s compound in Boston…back to the home he hoped to make for them with her forever at his side.

He was still healing from the gunshot wound in his shoulder. Tess had tried to speed the mending of his skin after the bullet had been extracted, but as she’d feared, the power of her healing touch was hampered almost entirely by the baby growing in her womb. She wasn’t able to help Rio, nor would she have been able to help Dylan’s mother.

The funeral for Sharon Alexander had taken place two days ago in Queens. Rio had gone back to New York with Dylan the night before the service—as had the rest of the Order and their Breedmates, in a show of support for the newly mated pair. It pained Rio that he couldn’t be at Dylan’s side as her mother was laid to rest that sunny summer afternoon, but he was glad for the company that Tess, Gabrielle, Savannah, and Elise were able to provide for her in his place.

Dylan had been brought into the fold like she’d always belonged there. The other Breedmates adored her, and as for the warriors, even Lucan had been impressed with Dylan’s willingness to roll up her sleeves and offer her help to the Order. She’d spent the better part of the day in the tech lab with Gideon, poring through IID records and missing persons reports out of the Darkhavens in an effort to identify Breedmates who’d come to her from the afterlife.

Now, as evening approached and the Order was soon to head out on patrols, all of the compound’s residents were gathered around the large dining room table in Rio’s quarters. As the women shared a meal, the warriors covered Order business and planned the night’s missions. Nikolai was soon to be heading out to meet with the Gen One he knew, in the hopes of getting his help to track down the source of the recent slayings.

As for Gerard Starkn, the Order hadn’t been surprised to find his New York residence vacant when they’d raided it a few nights ago. The bastard had cleared out entirely, leaving no clues about the double life he’d been leading as Gordon Fasso, AKA the son of Dragos, and zero trace of where he might have fled after his clash with Rio at the Croton dam. A search of the area near the dam had yielded nothing, but Rio and the others weren’t about to give up.

There was much yet to be done in the Order’s quest to stop the evil Dragos was sowing, but Rio could think of none better to have on his side than the group seated with him now. He glanced around at the faces of his brethren and their mates—his family—and felt a surge of pride, and of deep, humbling gratitude, that he was a part of them once more. For always.

But it was when he turned to look at Dylan that his heart squeezed as if it were caught in a warm fist.

It was she who’d brought him back from the brink. She’d pulled him out of an abyss he never thought he’d escape. Her nourishing blood gave him strength, but it was the boundless gift of her love that truly made him whole.

Rio reached over and took Dylan’s hand in his. She smiled as he lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed them, his eyes locked onto hers. He loved her so deeply, could hardly stand to be away from her now that she was with him. Knowing that she awaited him in his bed every night upon his return from patrol was both a torment and a balm.

“Be careful,” she whispered to him, as he and the other warriors prepared to suit up for their missions.

Rio nodded, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly.

“Jesus,” Nikolai said around a wry chuckle as everyone else began to disperse. “Get a room, you two.”

“You’re standing in it,” Rio shot back, still holding on to Dylan. “How long before we go topside?”

Niko shrugged. “About twenty minutes, I’d guess.”

“Long enough,” Rio said, turning a hungry look on his woman.

She laughed and even blushed a little, but there was a definite spark of interest in her eyes. As Nikolai made a hasty exit and closed the door behind him, Rio took Dylan by the hand.

“Just twenty minutes,” he said, soberly shaking his head. “I’m not sure where to begin.”

Dylan arched a brow at him as she started inching toward the bedroom. “Oh, I think you’ll figure it out.”

Dylan was amazed at just how thoroughly Rio used those twenty minutes.

And when he returned from patrol much later that night, he’d set out to amaze her even more. He’d made love to her for hours, then wrapped her in his strong arms as she drifted off to sleep. She wasn’t sure exactly when Rio had left their bed, but it was his absence that woke her about an hour before dawn. She drew on his thick terry robe and padded out of the apartment, following the buzzing in her veins that would lead her to her blood-bonded mate.

He wasn’t in the compound or the mansion that sat above it on ground level. He was outside, in the garden courtyard behind the estate. Dressed in just a pair of black warm-ups, Rio was seated on the wide marble steps that spread out to the manicured lawn, watching a small bonfire a few yards out on the grass. Next to him was a box of framed photographs and a couple of the bright abstract paintings taken from the walls of his quarters.

Dylan looked out at the fire and saw the distorted shapes of more of his belongings slowly being consumed by the flames.

“Hey,” he said, obviously sensing her as she approached him from behind. He didn’t look back at her, just stretched his arm out to the side, waiting for her to take his hand. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“It’s okay.” Dylan wrapped her fingers around his. “I don’t mind being up. I missed your warmth.”

As she spoke, he pulled her into a tender hold next to him. He circled her thighs with his arm and simply held her there, his gaze still fixed on the fire. Dylan glanced down into the box beside him, seeing the pictures of Eva and a few of the two of them together in happier times. Eva’s artwork was in the container, as were some of her clothes.

“I woke up a while ago and realized I needed to clear out a few things that no longer belong in my life,” he said.

His voice was calm, not angry or bitter. Just…resolved.

Rio seemed to be in a state of true peace; her sense of it registered all the way into her veins as he embraced her in silence, watching the fire dance on the lawn.

“For the past year, I’ve hated her,” he said. “With every breath in my body, I prayed she was burning in hell for what she did to me. I think my hatred for Eva was the only thing that kept me alive. For a long time, it was the only thing I could feel.”

“I know,” Dylan said softly. She tunneled her fingers into his thick hair, caressing his head as he rested his cheek against her hip. “But it was Eva who led me to you on that mountain. She cared about you, Rio. I think in her own misguided way, she loved you very much. In life, she made some terrible mistakes trying to keep you all to herself. She did some terrible things, but I think she wishes she could correct them in death.”

Rio slowly stood up, still keeping a hold on her as he rose to his feet beside her. “I can’t hate her anymore, because she brought me to you. And not just that day up there in the cave. Eva was in my car the night Dragos took you.”

Dylan frowned. “You saw her?”

“I was still hours outside of New York, knowing that if Dragos had you, I’d never be able to reach you in time.
Cristo,
the fear that went through me at the very thought—” He broke off and pulled her closer to him. “I was on the highway, driving as fast as I could, praying like hell for some kind of miracle. Anything to give me hope that I wasn’t going to lose you. That’s when I heard her voice beside me. I looked over and there she was—Eva, in the car with me. She told me where Dragos had taken you. She gave me the location of the dam, told me to trust her. I didn’t know if I could—not ever again—but I also knew that it could be my only hope of finding you. Without her, I would have lost you. She could have told me I’d find you in the middle of a raging inferno and I would have gone in after you. She could have betrayed me again, led me into another ambush, and I would have gone, just for the hope of finding you alive.”

“But she didn’t,” Dylan said. “She told you the truth.”

“Yes. Thank God.”

“Oh, Rio.” Dylan rested her cheek against his chest, hearing the heavy pound of his heart as if it were her own. She felt his love pour into her as warm as sunshine, a love she sent back to him tenfold. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he said, then tipped her chin up and kissed her, long and slow and sweet. “I’m going to love you forever, Dylan. If you’ll have me, there’s nothing I want more than to spend every day—and night—of my life loving you.”

“Of course I’ll have you,” she told him, reaching up to smooth her fingertips over his cheek. She smiled slowly and with seductive promise. “I’ll have you every day and night of my life…and in every way imaginable.”

Rio growled deep in his throat, a spark of amber lighting in his gaze. “I like the sound of that.”

“I hoped you would.” She smiled up into his face, a face she would never tire of seeing, especially when he was looking at her with so much tender devotion in his eyes it left her breathless.

She glanced down at the box of Eva’s personal effects, then out at the bonfire. “You know you don’t have to do this. Not for me.”

Rio shook his head. “I’m doing it for both of us. Maybe I’m doing it for her too. It’s time to let go of everything that happened before. I’m ready to do that now…because of you. Because of the future I see with you. I’m done looking back.”

Dylan nodded gently. “Okay.”

Rio picked up the box and looked to her to accompany him to the fire. They walked together, silent as they neared the undulating flames.

With a soft push, Rio sent the box of pictures, art, and clothing into the middle of the bonfire. It roared to life for a brief moment, shooting a spray of sparks and smoke high into the dusky periwinkle sky.

In a thoughtful silence, Dylan and Rio watched the fire burn for a while, until the flames grew less hungry, their fuel spent. When it was just smoke and embers, Rio turned to Dylan and brought her into his arms. He held her close, whispering a quiet prayer of gratitude next to her ear.

And in the rising smoke from the dying bonfire behind him, Dylan watched over his broad shoulder as an ethereal, feminine shape took form between the flurry of floating ash.

Eva.

She smiled a bit sadly as she watched the two of them embrace. But then she gave a slow nod to Dylan and gradually faded away.

Dylan closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Rio and buried her face in the solid warmth of his chest. After a little while, her cheek rumbled with the vibration of his voice.

“About that ‘having me every way imaginable’ promise of yours,” he said, clearing his throat. “You want to explain some of what you had in mind?”

Dylan looked up at him and smiled, her heart overflowing with love. “Why don’t I show you instead?”

He chuckled, the tips of his fangs already starting to emerge. “I thought you’d never ask.”