Midnight Awakening (15 page)

He didn’t want to look at the female, but damned if he could tear his eyes away from her now.

“Sterling hasn’t convinced me of anything,” she said as she grabbed her towel and covered herself with it. “He won’t even speak to me, if you want to know the truth. I think he must hate me after what happened last fall.”

Tegan studied her smart lavender eyes. “Is that really what you think—that he hates you?”

“Sterling was my mate’s brother—by marriage, he is my brother. It would be completely improper—”

Tegan scoffed. “Men have gone to war with their own brothers for want of the same woman. Desire could give a damn about propriety.”

Elise held the towel closed between her breasts and paced from him. “I don’t like where this conversation is heading.”

“Do you have feelings for him?”

“Of course not.” She looked at Tegan, clearly, rightfully, appalled. “And what right have you to ask me that?”

None at all, but suddenly it was important to him that he know. He stood there, deliberately blocking her path if she even thought to duck away from him. “He desires you. He would take you into his bed if you’d let him. Hell, maybe he wouldn’t even need your permission.”

“Now you’re just being rude.”

“I’m only stating the truth. Don’t tell me you weren’t aware that Chase burns for you. Anyone with eyes in his head can see that.”

“But only you would be coarse enough to speak it.”

That pale purple gaze flashed with outrage and for a second he wondered if he was about to get slapped. He rather hoped he would. He wanted her angry. Wanted her hating him, especially now, when the scent of her warm, wet skin was drilling into his senses. Every curve of her petite body branding itself into his mind’s eye.

He was close enough to take her in his hands. Too close, because at this intimate range, he could see the flutter of her pulse drumming frantically at her throat, and he was all too aware that there would be no one to stop him if he pulled her into his arms and took a forbidden taste of her.

“You hang your callousness on the excuse of truth,” she said, a fierceness creeping into her voice. “So maybe you can tell me why you found it necessary to lie to me about what happened with the Crimson lab.”

Tegan narrowed a hard look on her, the question raising some kind of alarm within him. “I didn’t lie to you about anything.”

She didn’t flinch under his glare, only held his gaze steadier, challenging him. “It was you who destroyed the lab, not the Order. You personally, Tegan. No one else. I heard all about it.”

A low hiss leaked out of him. He drew back, knowing he was the one retreating now, but unable to stop his hedging backward momentum. Elise moved with him, her wet, nearly naked body too close. Too goddamn tempting.

“Why would you do something like that, Tegan? I can’t believe that you had any kind of personal stake in seeing the lab razed. So tell me. Why? Did you do it for me?”

He said nothing, incapable of speech and edging dangerously close to an emotion he did not want to feel.

She stared up at him fiercely. The silence was heavy, immovable. “Where’s your truth now, warrior?”

Tegan forced a scoff, hearing the humorless laugh scrape in his throat. “I’ve warned you once, female. You’re toying with fire. I won’t be gentleman enough to warn you again.”

Elise closed her eyes as Tegan snarled a curse and stalked away from her. She didn’t dare move, hardly drew a breath in the moments Tegan’s swift footsteps carried him to the pool’s exit. She heard him leave. Only then did she allow herself to sag in relief.

What on earth was she thinking? Had she completely lost her mind, provoking a warrior like him toward anger?

And it was anger she saw in his expression. An unmistakable, smoldering fury had lit his bright green eyes as he’d stared at her, probably no less than an instant away from lashing out at her. Was she suicidal, like he’d accused her last night? Because if his ruthless reputation was anything to go by, pushing him like she had was liable to get her killed.

Except it wasn’t anger she’d been looking for just now. She had wanted to see some kind of feeling in him…

Feelings he might have toward her.

Which was utterly foolish.

Still, she wondered. Had been wondering, ever since that early November night when Tegan had taken her home from the compound. Elise didn’t want to think there was anything between them. Lord knew, she didn’t need a complication like that in her life right now.

But in the tense moments before Tegan left the room, something had indeed been there.

Despite his cool demeanor, color had risen in his Gen One
dermaglyphs
. The beautiful markings had swirled like elaborate, changeable tattoos across Tegan’s muscular chest, arms, and torso…and down, beneath the tight black swimsuit that blatantly accentuated his profane sexuality.

And as she’d stood before him, close enough to feel his breath skate hotly across her skin, those incredible
glyphs
had begun to pulse in shades of burgundy, indigo, and gold—the colors of awakening desire.

CHAPTER
Twelve

H
ey, T. Looks like you’re Berlin bound tomorrow night,” Gideon said as Tegan entered the tech lab. He scrubbed a hand through his spiky blond hair, disheveling it even worse than it had been before and amping up his usual geeky-genius look. “We just got FAA clearance for our private jet. The pilot will be waiting for you at Logan’s corporate terminal at dusk. You’ll have to stop to refuel in Paris, but you’ll arrive in Berlin with about an hour to spare before dawn the following day.”

Tegan acknowledged the news with a vague nod. It had been a couple of hours since his encounter with Elise at the pool, and his blood was still drumming in his temples, his body still alive with a tingling sense of awareness that was frankly starting to annoy him.

At least he had an escape plan. Tomorrow night he would be on his way out of the country, putting several thousand miles between him and the woman who was driving him to a very uncharacteristic distraction. It didn’t look like his mission in Berlin was going to be easy; he would probably be gone for at least a week, maybe longer. Plenty of time for him to put Elise out of his mind.

Yeah, just like he’d done so effectively in the four months since he’d first met the female.

Taking her home that night from the compound had been a mistake. Stupid impulse—something he rarely indulged in, and, on the occasions he did, generally lived to regret. The way he reacted to her earlier tonight only drove that point home like the sharp edge of a blade.

He hungered for her, and he couldn’t delude himself with the hope that she hadn’t seen ample evidence of that fact. He hadn’t been able to curb the transformation of his
glyphs
in her presence, let alone suppress his unwilling arousal just from being near her.

Jesus Christ, he needed to be gone, and gone soon.

Across the lab, Dante and Chase were going over tactics with Niko and the new recruits. A couple of heads lifted as Tegan strolled inside and dropped into a chair next to Gideon at the bank of computers and compound surveillance monitors.

“You all right?” Gideon asked, glancing at him from under an arched brow. “You’re throwing off heat like a radiator.”

“Never better.” Tegan punched the speaker key on the telephone near his elbow. “Let’s give Reichen the flight details and see if he’s been able to get anywhere with the suits in charge of the containment facility.”

Tegan dialed the private line of the Berlin Darkhaven and was immediately put through to Andreas Reichen.

“Everything is in order,” he told the German vampire, not bothering with the pleasant hi-how-are-yas in his impatience to get the mission underway. “Expected arrival at Tegel Airport is two days from now just before sunrise. Think you can get me to your place before I go crispy?”

Reichen chuckled. “Of course. I will have a car waiting to retrieve you.” His deep, accented voice rolled through the speaker. “It has been too long, Tegan. I have not forgotten my debt to you for your assistance with our little…problem over here a while ago.”

Tegan remembered that time. The Berlin Darkhaven’s
little problem
had entailed a string of Rogue attacks on its residents, several ending in grisly killings. Tegan had gone in as a one-man commando unit, tracking the Rogue cell into the thick forests of Grunewald then wiping out the Bloodlusting predators who’d been terrorizing the region. That had been, shit…almost two hundred years ago.

“We’ll be square if you can get me inside that Enforcement Agency facility,” he told Reichen.

“Ah, that is resolved, my friend. The head of security phoned only moments before you called. The Director of the Agency here in Berlin gave specific license for access to the facility. There is no issue with permitting your emissary into the facility to question Petrov Odolf.”

“My emissary…”

As the words left his mouth and suspicion started to simmer in his blood, Tegan heard the soft whisk of the tech lab’s glass doors as they slid open to let someone inside. He knew who that someone was, even before he saw Chase’s jaw go tight across the room. Tegan pivoted around in his wheeled chair and found Elise standing there, looking guilty as sin.

“What the hell have you done?”

“It wasn’t my doing,” Reichen said over the speaker. “I assumed it was something you initiated…”

The German leader of the Berlin Darkhaven was still talking but Tegan wasn’t hearing a word. Elise walked forward, her steps a bit halting. One of the other Breedmates had given her a change of clothes. The purple knit tunic and dark blue jeans were an improvement over the havoc of the revealing swimsuit, but it still didn’t totally conceal her petite, feminine lines.

Which only pissed Tegan off more.

“Whatever you think you’re doing, forget it. I told you, I work alone.”

“Not this time. The arrangements are already in place with the Agency and the containment facility. They are expecting me.”

“This must be a fucking joke.”

“I’m completely serious. I’m going with you.”

Tegan dismissed her with a brief look and went back to his call with Reichen. “There will be no Darkhaven emissary accompanying me. Just me alone, Andreas, and we’re still getting in to see that Rogue, even if we have to break into—”

“Tegan, I think you misunderstand.” Elise’s voice was unwavering behind him and dangerously bold. “I wasn’t asking for your permission.”

He froze, stunned at the woman’s nerve. “I’ll be in touch,” he told Reichen, then severed the connection with an overzealous punch of the keypad.

“I’m the one who delivered the journal to the Order,” Elise said as he turned a glare on her. “Without me, you wouldn’t have known anything about the individual you mean to question. Without me, you won’t be permitted to get within viewing range of him, let alone speak to him. I am going with you.”

Tegan vaulted out of his chair. Elise leaped back, startled—the first show of good sense he’d seen in her since she walked into the lab. He pinned her with a narrow stare that swept with scathing, deliberate slowness from her flushing cheeks to the tips of her borrowed shoes. “You’re in no condition for travel. Look at you—you’re weak, little more than skin and bones. We won’t even talk about the fact that you can hardly be near humans without inviting vicious migraines and nosebleeds.”

“I will manage.”

He scoffed. “How?”

She frowned, dropping her gaze as Tegan’s voice boomed around them.

“What are you going to do between now and then—solicit the vein of a vampire to bolster your strength? Because that’s what it would take.”

Her cheeks went suddenly awash in color.

“Maybe one of them will offer to service you,” Tegan said, ruthless now, indicating the other warriors who were watching the exchange in tense silence.

“Shit, Tegan,” Gideon cautioned beside him. “Lighten up, for crissake.”

Tegan tuned out everything but the Darkhaven female’s shocked expression. “That’s what it would take, Elise—Breed blood coursing through your body. Nothing less. Without it, your talent will continue to rule you, as it does now. You’ll only be a liability.”