Lara Adrian's Midnight Breed 8-Book Bundle (187 page)

The caretakers who’d been hired out of the trust had done a superb job looking after the house and the extensive grounds after her grandmother’s passing. As stipulated in the agreement, a spare key was kept behind a loose foundation brick next to the veranda—the same spot that had been used since the time when Claire’s mother was a little girl growing up in the grand old house. Claire had been counting on that key’s safekeeping when she’d fled the airport in Boston and hopped on the bus that took her down to Newport.

Finding it where it had always been had given her hope that maybe everything would be all right again. Maybe she would still find some peace—find her true home—when all of the dust settled from the upheaval of her life right now.

The trouble with that hope was that she kept picturing Andreas in her future, and that was only setting herself up for disappointment.

She tried to put him out of her mind as she drifted through the ground floor of the house, reacquainting herself with the memories of her distant past. Family portraits and framed art had been taken down and crated to preserve them. The elegant furniture her grandmother had taken such meticulous care of was shrouded in long white dust covers, giving everything a ghostly, forgotten appearance even with all the lights burning. The curtains and blinds were drawn over the windows and the wall of French doors that let out onto the patio that overlooked the ocean.

It was toward those tall French doors that Claire strode now. She pulled them open, all four pairs, and let the briny autumn wind blow in from off the Atlantic. Its call was too strong for her to resist. She stepped outside and crossed the
wide bricks of the patio terrace, then walked down onto the grass, breathing deeply of the ocean scent that had always meant home to her.

Farther out was a jut of rocks that had been one of her favorite thinking spots. She went there now, navigating carefully over the bulky black stone in the dark. She found the flat ledge that formed the perfect seat on the rough edge of the outcropping and eased herself down onto it.

For a long while, she simply stared out at the water, watching the waves shimmer under the pale glow of the moon and stars.

She could have stayed in that tranquil spot for hours more, but the incoming tide was creeping ever higher on the rocks and soon the water would drive her away. Regretfully, she turned around and crawled back from the edge. When she stood up, she was startled to find she wasn’t alone.

“Andreas,” she said, astonished to see him.

His chest was rising and falling visibly, concern spread across the taut lines of his face.

Claire had to force her feet to remain grounded and not move toward him in reflex. She didn’t want him here, despite what her heart seemed to think. “How did you find me?”

Even as she asked the question she knew the answer. Breed senses were superhumanly acute. As if the blood bond he now had with her wasn’t beacon enough, he could have easily tracked her by scent. Not that he seemed inclined to explain himself. He was pissed off and worried, and the fact that he’d come all this way to find her should have been reassuring, even flattering.

It might have been, if not for the fact that with Wilhelm
Roth less than a hundred miles away, she needed Andreas gone as far as possible from her. And the sooner, the better.

“You left without a word, Claire.”

She tried not to scoff at the irony in that. “I would have expected you’d be a bit more accepting, considering your history with good-byes.”

He stared at her, eyes narrowed. “What’s going on with you?”

She shrugged with a casualness she didn’t feel. “Nothing.”

“Why did you leave like that? You didn’t think for one minute that I would be concerned if you just vanished without any explanation?” He exhaled a low curse and shook his head, contrite, even though his eyes were still hot with anger. “I damn well deserved it, I know. But you scared the hell out of me back there. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

She couldn’t tell him. Fear for what he would do if he knew Roth was close by froze that part of the truth in her throat. She glanced away from his intense, probing stare. “I’m afraid, Andreas. I just wanted to be somewhere familiar, somewhere that I belong. After everything that’s happened, I suppose I just wanted to be home. I wanted a little peace.”

“Home and peace,” he said, doubt bracketing his mouth in tense lines. “No, I don’t think so. You bolted out of there like it was me you couldn’t get away from fast enough. I want to know why. Was it because of what happened … in the dream? Because I didn’t mean to hurt you. I want you to know that.”

When she only stared at him in mute torment, his hand came up to gently stroke her cheek. “God, Claire… all I have ever wanted was to keep you safe.”

A sob worked its way up her throat. “Why?” she murmured. “Why are you showing me all of this tenderness now, Andre? Why not then?”

He swore softly. “To keep you safe, I had to let you go.”

She shook her head, unwilling to accept that excuse, but he softly caught her chin. The pad of his thumb was a whisper of contact as he brushed it across her lips. “I left because of what I had become. You’ve seen it now—the fire that lives inside me. I was horrified when I thought of what it could do to those I loved. Like you, Claire. Christ… especially you.”

She swallowed with a dry throat. “Why didn’t you tell me all of this at the time? We could have worked through it—”

“No,” he said. “There was no working through it, not then. It exploded out of me without any warning. I lived most of my life never knowing what my fury could do. Once it got loose the first time, it owned me. I left Germany because it was the only thing I could do. It took the better part of a year for me to finally bring the fires to heel. By the time I returned, you were already with Roth.”

Claire listened, struggling to put all the pieces in place in her mind. “So, all your life, you never knew anything about your pyrokinetic ability?”

“Not until the last night I saw you.”

“We argued,” she said, remembering their parting words.

They’d been out most of the evening in Hamburg, enjoying each other’s company as they had for the handful of months they’d been together. But then she’d become jealous when another woman started flirting with him. Andreas had always been a magnet for female company, with his good looks and easy charisma, but he swore to her
that he was interested only in her. Claire hadn’t believed him. She told him she wanted proof—a commitment that his love was true. When he hesitated, she had become upset and scared that he didn’t really love her. She called him selfish, irresponsible. Unkind things. She’d been unreasonable and she knew it, even then.

“I regretted my words the minute I said them,” she told him now, an apology some decades too late. “I was young and stupid, and I was unfairly harsh with you, Andreas.”

He shrugged. “And I was a pigheaded fool who should have known better. Instead, I had been all too eager to prove you right. After I left you at Roth’s Darkhaven, I went into the city looking for a fight. I found a few, actually, and after I had sufficiently bloodied my knuckles and used my face to crack a few others, I found myself in a rundown hotel in the company of two intoxicated women I brought with me from a bar along the way.”

Claire’s disappointment to hear this now was couched by her concern for what had apparently happened to him next.

“At some point, there was a knock on the door. Another woman. I let her in, and because I was … distracted by my own idiocy, I didn’t realize she had a knife in her hand until she’d sliced it across my throat.”

Claire winced, her heart twisting at the thought. “What did you do?”

“I bled,” he answered simply. “I bled so much, I thought I would die from it. I nearly did, in fact. I was too weak to struggle when a group of Breed males came into the room and carried me to a truck in the alley outside. They chained me and dumped me in a remote farmer’s field to bleed out and then fry to dust with the sunrise.”

“Oh, my God. Andre… I saw that field, didn’t I? You showed it to me in your dream yesterday.”

His answering look was a grim confirmation. “Sometime between that awful hour and daybreak, I felt an unnatural heat beginning to burn inside me. It kept growing, until my entire body was bathed in blistering energy. And then it exploded out of me. I don’t recall everything—that’s one of the least unpleasant aftereffects, as I would learn. The fires burned from within me, but my skin didn’t ignite. By the time dawn started to rise, the chains had melted away. I tried to scramble for some shade, but I was weak from blood loss. I didn’t see the young girl until she was standing right next to me.”

A knot of dread tightened behind Claire’s breastbone. “A girl?”

He nodded, only the slightest movement of his head. His mouth was drawn tight, his face rigid with regret. “She only could have been about ten or twelve years old, out in the field that morning calling for a missing cat. She came upon me struggling in the dirt and asked what she could do to help me. Because of the injury to my throat, I had no voice. I couldn’t have warned her away, even if I had any idea of what would happen to her if she got too close to me while my body was still deadly with heat.”

Claire closed her eyes, understanding now. She placed her hand against his cheek, having no words to express the pain she knew he must have felt for what he’d done to the child. Pain it was clear that he felt even now, all this time later.

“I crawled away from the field like an animal, which is what I felt I was. Worse than an animal, to have destroyed someone so innocent and pure. I found shelter in a cave so I could heal. Once I was recovered, I fled. I couldn’t
stay… not after what I’d done. And in the time since, even though many years passed without the fires returning, I still lived with the fear that I might hurt the people I cared about the most.” His fingers were light in her hair, tender as they brushed her brow. “Leaving you had never been in my plans. After I came back and heard you’d been mated to Roth, I stayed in Berlin and told myself you were better off with him. That way I could be sure you would always be safe from the death inside me.”

“I’ve seen your power, Andre. I’ve seen what it can do. But it hasn’t hurt me—
-you
haven’t hurt me.”

“Not yet,” he replied, his tone dark. “But now it’s stronger than it ever was before. It was reckless of me to summon the fires the night my Darkhaven was attacked. It’s more deadly than before, and each time the fury comes alive in me, it burns hotter than the last time.”

Claire saw his torment, but instead of rousing her sympathy, it stirred a biting anger. “Is your vengeance worth all of that? Is anything worth killing yourself in order to have it? That’s what you’re doing, Andre. You’re killing yourself with this awful power of yours, and you know it.”

He scoffed sharply, a wordless denial. “I’m doing what needs to be done. I don’t care what happens to me in the end.”

“I do,” she said. “Damn it, I care what happens to you. I’m looking at you now and I see a man who is destroying himself with fury. How many more times can you come out of the flames without losing yourself to them? How long before the fire consumes your humanity?”

He stared at her for a long moment, his square jaw held tight. He shook his head. “What would you have me do?”

“Stop,” she said. “Stop all of this, before you no longer have the ability to end it.”

The logic was so clear to her. He had an obvious choice here: Let go of his rage and live, or continue his pursuit of vengeance and perish—either by the power that she could see was destroying him, or by the war he was purposely stoking with Wilhelm Roth.

“There is no stopping it, Claire. I’ve come too far to turn back now and you know it. I’ve pushed Roth too far these past few nights and weeks that I’ve been hunting him down.” He exhaled a clipped sigh and his mouth curved into a humorless smile. “Ironic, isn’t it? That what drove me away from you then is now the thing that’s brought us back together, such as it is. But what you said earlier is right. You do deserve peace now… and I should leave you to it.”

He moved close and pressed his lips against her forehead, then dropped a tender kiss on her mouth. He drew back, then turned and started to walk away.

Claire watched him start up the lawn. Her heart broke a little with every step he took. She couldn’t let him go—not like this. Not when every fiber of her being was crying out for him to stay.

“Andreas, wait.”

He kept going, long strides carrying him farther and farther away from her.

She couldn’t have held back from him if she herself were chained and dumped and forgotten behind him. Claire ran up the grass and caught his hand. She turned him around to face her, so many words and regrets clogging her throat.

“Don’t go” was all she managed to say. It was threadbare, a plea.

His dark eyes glittered with sparks of amber. His golden skin seemed tighter in the moonlight, his mouth a stern,
determined line that didn’t quite conceal the swell of fangs behind his lips.

“Andre, please … don’t go.”

Claire lifted up onto her toes and curved her fingers around his strong nape, dragging him down to meet her lips. She kissed him with all the passion she’d always held for him—all the desperate, impossible yearnings that had lived in her heart all these long years.

He kissed her back with even greater ardor. His arms went around her, crushing her to him so that she could feel the hard heat of his chest and thighs against her and the harder, hotter part of him that pressed like a length of thick steel at her hip. Claire reveled in his arousal, in the warm, rough moan that vibrated in her bones as he broke their kiss to bury his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder. He wanted her, as much or more than she wanted—needed—him.

This was no dream now. This was real and raw and so, so right.

“God, Claire,” he rasped, the tips of his fangs abrading the tender skin of her collarbone. “Why couldn’t you have just let me go?”

She shook her head, too lost for words or reason. All she knew was the desire she had for this man, this incredible, honorable Breed male who should have been hers. Who might never be hers again, once his search for the justice that consumed him finally did take him away from her.