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“You can do that?”

Tegan shrugged. “Comes in handy from time to time.”

Alex looked at Kade. “What about me? Can you erase my memory of all this, too?”

Kade held her gaze for what seemed an endless moment. “Is that what you want?”

There was a time when Alex would have jumped at the chance to toss away all of the awful memories that had plagued her. To be able to blink her eyes and recall none of the loss or grief, none of the fear.

There was a time, not that long ago, in fact, when she would have given anything to forget all of it.

Not anymore.

Her past was part of who she was now. The things she witnessed, terrible as they had been, had shaped her life. She couldn’t willingly discard her memories of her mother and Richie, not even the memories of the night they were killed. To do that would be just another form of running away, of hiding from the things she didn’t feel strong enough to face.

She didn’t want to be that person anymore.

She couldn’t go back to living that way, never again.

Before she could say as much, Jenna began to toss on the bed. She flexed and contracted her limbs, her face pinched in a frown, breath huffing through her parted lips. She murmured something unintelligible, then her movements became more agitated.

Brock moved up beside Alex and placed his big hand on Jenna’s back with the utmost tenderness. He closed his eyes, concentrating as he caressed her, and some of Jenna’s distress seemed to ease under his touch.

“Brock,” Tegan said, giving a faint shake of his head. “Don’t trance her just yet. I need to hear what she’s saying.”

The warrior nodded but kept his hand on Jenna’s back, still stroking her with a light motion. She relaxed on the bed, but her lips kept moving, whispering more of the peculiar ramblings as she drifted into a calmer state.

Tegan listened for a moment, his face growing more grave with every strange syllable that spilled out of Jenna’s mouth. “Holy shit. We can’t scrub this female’s mind of anything. And we can’t risk trancing her any more, either.”

“What’s going on?” Alex asked, worried by the stunned look on the warrior’s normally impassive face. “Is something wrong with Jenna after all?”

“We won’t know that until we get her back to Boston.”

Alex stood up, alarmed now. “What are you talking about? Take Jenna to Boston? You can’t make that decision for her. She has a life here in Harmony—”

“Not anymore,” Tegan said, his voice brooking no argument. “When we leave here, the woman will be coming with us.”

Kade moved over to stand beside Alex. “What is it, Tegan?”

The elder Breed male tilted his head in Jenna’s direction, where she continued to murmur softly under Brock’s gentling hand. “Alex’s human friend is not incoherent. She’s speaking in another language. The Ancient’s language.”

CHAPTER
Thirty-one

I
t took a while for the aftershock to wear off, following the bomb Tegan had dropped about Jenna. While Kade and his fellow warriors had connected via satellite phone with the Order’s headquarters to brief Lucan on the various developments and potential disasters in Alaska, Alex had remained in Jenna’s bedroom with her friend the entire time.

She was worried about Jenna; Kade knew that.

Alex had tried to argue with Tegan and him that it wasn’t fair to yank Jenna out of her world in Harmony and carry her off to Boston as if Jenna had no say in the matter whatsoever. But Tegan would not be swayed, nor would Lucan, once the Order’s leader had been informed of the
stunning revelation concerning Jenna Tucker-Darrow and the fact that the human female was suddenly speaking a language that hadn’t originated on this planet nor been heard here for several centuries at that.

A language that was recognizable only to the few, very oldest of the Breed, and one the Order hoped might somehow prove useful in their efforts against their enemy, Dragos.

Alex had been reluctant to leave Jenna alone with Kade’s brethren when the time came for her and Kade to leave for his family’s Darkhaven. Tegan had given his word that Jenna would be safe with them, but Kade noticed it was Brock’s personal reassurance that finally eased some of the worry from Alex’s eyes.

“He’ll take good care of her until we get back,” Kade said now, seated beside Alex in the cockpit of her plane as they passed over the lights of Fairbanks a few thousand feet below. Alex had also entrusted Luna to the warrior, having sent the wolf dog back to Jenna’s cabin before she and Kade departed. “You don’t need to worry, Alex. I’ve fought beside Brock for the past year, trusting him to watch my back as I’ve watched his. When he gives his word, you can count on him to keep it. Jenna couldn’t be in better hands.”

Which was more than he could say for Alex, Kade thought grimly. If he hadn’t needed the plane to transport Seth’s body to his family’s domain, he would have insisted that Alex stay behind in Brock’s care, too. The reception that awaited him at his father’s Darkhaven would not be pleasant—he knew that. The last thing he wanted was for Alex to witness his shame, or to see the pain his return was sure to cause in his kin when he brought Seth’s corpse back to them.

That was a path he wished he could walk alone, but there was a small part of him that was grateful for her company beside him. Selfishly, he took a measure of comfort just in her presence at his side.

Alex glanced over at him in his silence. “What about the rest of the people in Harmony? I heard Tegan say on the phone that he and Chase and Hunter were going to contain the situation while we’re taking care of Seth. What exactly does ‘contain the situation’ mean? They won’t … hurt anyone in town, will they?”

“No. No one will be hurt,” Kade said, having been part of the discussion with Lucan and the others as they’d strategized the mission’s final steps in Alaska. “You know how you said you wished there was a way to erase Jenna’s memories of the Ancient and what she might have been through with him?”

Alex shot him an incredulous look as understanding dawned on her. “You mean the whole town? There are nearly a hundred people in Harmony. What are Tegan and the others going to do, walk down every street, knocking door to door?”

Kade smiled despite the gravity of the situation, including the chasm of unresolved issues that still gaped between Alex and him. “I’m sure they’ll find a way to get the job done. Tegan is nothing if not efficient.”

Kade glanced out the window as the dark landscape below the plane changed from the uniform terrain of city with its plowed streets and snow-covered rooftops, to the rugged, far-reaching wilderness of the bush. “My father’s ten thousand acres begin just at that ridge ahead. There’s a clearing where we can land on the other side of those tall spruce to the north. The Darkhaven compound is within an easy walk of the clearing.”

Alex gave a nod of acknowledgment as she guided the plane to the ground where he had indicated.

Once they had landed, Kade went back to the cargo hold and retrieved Seth’s bloodied, blanket-wrapped body. He carried the lifeless bulk in a careful grasp, Seth’s weight a precious burden he would never know again. As much as he intended to bring his brother home alone, as was his duty, he had to admit Alex’s presence as he made the trek to the Darkhaven compound lent a comfort he hadn’t expected he would need.

She walked beside him in sober purpose, into the snowy yard of the main residence. It had to be late morning by now, probably only a couple of hours before the noon daybreak. Most of the Breed population of this small community would be inside their private quarters, sleeping perhaps, some of them making love.

Kade paused in front of the large house where his mother and father lived, reflecting that in just a few minutes, he would shatter their lives with grief and pain. The very things he had sought to protect them from in keeping Seth’s secret for so long.

“Are you okay?” Alex hesitated beside him. She put her hand on his shoulder, a tender, warm touch that gave him more strength than she could have possibly known.

He needed that strength in the moment that followed.

From within the Darkhaven came the sound of footsteps traveling swiftly over the wood-plank floors. His mother’s voice called from somewhere inside. “Kir? Kir, what is it? Where are you going?”

Kade’s father did not answer.

The doors of the main residence burst open with the force of the elder Breed male’s emotions alone. He stalked over the threshold like a tempest, clearly roused from his
bed and having paused only long enough to tug on a pair of loose flannel lounging pants before he flew outside to face the news no parent wanted to hear.

Alex gasped at the sight of him, though her shock came as no surprise to Kir’s surviving son.

Six and a half feet of muscled fury,
dermaglyphs
seething with the dark hues of anger and alarm, stood frozen on the porch of the large log residence. Gray eyes burned with amber, flicking questioningly over Alex before landing on Kade in searing judgment.

“Tell me what has happened to my son.”

Kade had never heard his father’s voice shake, not even at Kir’s worst. The tremor in that deep baritone now was like a knife to Kade’s gut.

“Father … I am sorry.”

Kir thundered down the steps and into the snow. He stopped in front of Kade and Alex, reached out with a shaking hand to lift the blanket that covered Seth’s face.

“Ah, Christ. No.” The words choked in the back of his throat, raw with anguish. He looked once more, longer now, as though forcing himself to take full measure of the Rogue’s face that had been hidden beneath the shroud. “I prayed this wouldn’t happen again. Goddamn it, not to one of my sons.”

“Kir!” Kade glanced up as his pregnant mother strayed out to the porch, her silk nightgown engulfed by the large parka she’d apparently grabbed and thrown on inside the house. Her steps faltered as she saw Kade standing there in the snow, his arms filled with an unmistakable bulk. “Oh, my God. Oh, no. Oh, dear lord, no! Please tell me that’s not—”

“Stay back,” Kade’s father barked. Then he gentled his voice to a heartbreaking softness. “Victoria, I beg you …
don’t come any closer. Please, my love, go back inside. Do as I say. You don’t need to see this.”

With a sob, she inched back toward the door, aided by Maksim, who’d just come outside in that moment, as well. Max took her arm to steady her as he brought his brother’s mate back into the Darkhaven.

“Give him to me,” Kade’s father said once the doors had closed and both Max and Victoria were back inside. “Let me have my dead son.”

Kade released Seth to him, and watched as his father carried the body, barefoot through the ankle-deep snow, toward the Darkhaven’s chapel that stood near the center of the compound. There, as was custom, Seth’s corpse would be prepared for the funeral rites to be carried out at the next sunrise.

Kade felt Alex’s arms come around him in a warm embrace, but it did little to ease the cold regret that gnawed at him like a vulture on carrion.

In just a couple more hours, nothing but a pile of sun-scorched ash would remain of his brother—or of Kade’s place among his kin.

Back in Harmony, the warriors were hauling ass to clean up the situation with the locals, which had begun some time ago with the task of disappearing several dead bodies from cold storage at the airstrip and at the town’s tiny clinic.

“One nice thing about all this snow and wilderness out here is there’s a lot of goddamn snow and wilderness out here,” Tegan remarked dryly as Chase and Hunter met up with him at their waiting snowmachines on a game trail several long miles into the bush.

They’d sledded out of Harmony with the Toms family, Big Dave, and Lanny Ham in tow, carrying all of the Ancient’s recent victims to a cavern in the area mountains. A few strategically fired gunshots had collapsed the ice and rock at the cavern’s mouth, sealing it off and ensuring that the dead would not be found until sometime well into the next ice age.

“Any word from Gideon about Phase Two of this operation?” Tegan asked Chase, who’d been charged with coordinating the in-town portion of their task list for the day

“Everything’s in place,” Chase said. “Gideon has spoken with one Sidney Charles, Harmony’s acting mayor, informing Mr. Charles that the unit dispatched from the Alaska State Trooper division in Fairbanks should be arriving within the hour to address the townspeople as a group and collect statements.”

“And I take it the good mayor was agreeable to that?”

Chase nodded. “He told Gideon he would personally see to it that every citizen was in attendance. They’re gathering at Harmony’s church to wait for us as we speak.”

Tegan chuckled low under his breath. “So, where does that leave things? Breaking and entering, evidence tampering, compromising a crime scene, impersonating police officers, scrubbing roughly a hundred human minds in one fell swoop and getting it done before first light …”

Chase grinned. “All in a day’s work.”

Kade wasn’t sure he would be welcomed in the Darkhaven chapel where all of the compound’s residents had gathered to say their good-byes to Seth in the remaining minutes before daybreak. He had intended to sit the damned ritual out completely, pacing his quarters in front of Alex
like a caged animal as the hour crept closer and closer to noon, when the winter sun would finally make its brief appearance. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore.