Midnight Awakening (29 page)

As the last beautiful prostitute sashayed away from them on her teetering high heels, Helene shot him a slight frown. “If you have specific personal tastes, I’m sure I can make arrangements to accommodate you.”

Tegan shifted on the soft velvet seat. His personal tastes had narrowed down to one female alone, and she was back at Reichen’s estate, probably wishing she’d never met him. “I appreciate the offer,” he told Helene, “but I didn’t come here to get laid.”

“We were hoping you might be willing to help keep us informed of any…unusual activity taking place in the city,” Reichen added. “It would require your total confidence, of course.”

“Naturally,” she said, nodding in shrewd agreement. “Are we talking about keeping an eye on unusual human activity or something else?”

“Both,” Tegan said. Since Reichen had obviously made her aware of the vampire nation and trusted her to keep the secret, Tegan didn’t see any point in mincing words. “We’ve been seeing an increase in our Rogue population back in the States. We think we know where it’s coming from, but there’s a good chance some of those problems may come to roost here in Berlin. If you hear anything out of the ordinary at all, you need to make us aware.”

The human female inclined her chin. “You have my word.”

She held out her hand to Tegan and he took the opportunity to read the woman’s emotions. His touch told him instantly that there was nothing dishonest in her intent. She meant what she’d said, and her word was good.

Tegan released her and leaned back as one of her employees came up to the table. “One of my clients has had too much to drink,” the young woman complained. “He’s getting loud and unruly.”

Helene’s smile was serene, but her eyes were as sharp as laser beams locking on to a target. “Will you excuse me? Duty calls.”

She got up from the booth and smoothly motioned for one of the many bouncers to accompany her. When she had gone, Reichen lifted a brow at Tegan. “She’s charming, don’t you think?”

Tegan grunted. “She has her appeal, I suppose.”

Reichen narrowed his gaze on him now. “I’m curious. Is celibacy something all of the Order adheres to?”

The question drew Tegan’s head up sharply. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’ve just watched you turn away about a dozen flawless women who would have prostrated themselves at your feet for the chance to please you. No man has that kind of control. Unless—” The Darkhaven male chuckled. “Unless the rumors circulating at the reception the other night are actually true. Is there something going on between you and the lovely Elise Chase? Something beyond the business that brought both of you to my city?”

“There’s nothing going on between us.” Or at least there shouldn’t be. And wouldn’t be, after the way things had gone tonight. “I have no claim on the female whatsoever.”

“Ah. I was out of line. Forgive me for suggesting,” Reichen said, obviously taking the hint from Tegan’s clipped tone that the matter was not open for discussion.

Tegan rose to his feet. “I’m out of here.”

He was suddenly itching to be outdoors on patrol, away from the open carnality of the club. And he didn’t trust himself to return to the estate with Reichen when all that would do was put him back in close proximity with Elise.

“Don’t wait up,” he growled, then stalked out of the place and into the night outside.

CHAPTER
Twenty-three

E
lise awoke just after dawn that next morning, following a fitful night of little sleep. Somewhere during the night, her survival instincts had kicked in and she realized that she could not stay any longer here with Tegan and hope to emerge with her heart intact. She had to leave Berlin and return home to Boston. The few belongings she had with her were packed into a small bag that sat near the door. She was showered and dressed, and had already called a taxi to come and take her to the airport.

She’d insisted on coming here with Tegan in the first place because of her vow to Camden primarily, and because she wanted to do her part to uncover whatever secrets might have been hidden in the old book that Marek had been so eager to have. But she was failing Camden—failing herself—every second she wasted on thoughts of Tegan and the hopelessness in imagining any sort of future with him.

She had accomplished what she’d come to Berlin to do: Petrov Odolf would be questioned, and the containment facility would be expecting Tegan again today, with or without Elise’s personal escort. Now her time would be better spent back home, where the Rogues and their leader still posed an immediate, deadly threat.

A knock sounded on her door, followed by the soft female voice of one of Reichen’s kin who lived in the Darkhaven. “Hello? I don’t mean to disturb you…“

“It’s all right. I’m awake. Come in.”

Elise crossed the room from the window, where she’d been pacing a track for the past several minutes. She opened the door, expecting to hear that her car had arrived. The young Breedmate waiting there smiled shyly and held out a cordless telephone.

“A call for you,” she said. “Will you take it?”

“Of course.” Elise put the phone to her ear as the other female retreated down the hall. “Hello? This is Elise Chase.”

There was a moment of silence before Petrov Odolf ’s mate spoke. “It’s Irina—we met yesterday at the containment facility?”

“Yes, of course. Is anything wrong?”

“No. No, nothing is wrong. I hope you don’t mind that I called. Director Kuhn told me where to find you…”

“Not at all.” Elise moved back inside her guest room and sat down on the edge of the bed. “What can I do for you, Irina?”

“I found something today, and I am wondering if it might be of use to you.”

“What is it?”

“Well, I was putting some of Petrov’s things in storage and I found a shoebox containing some of his deceased brother’s personal effects. They’re mostly mundane…photographs, jewelry, some monogrammed desk items, that sort of thing. But at the bottom, I found some old handwritten letters wrapped in a folded piece of embroidery. Elise, these letters that Petrov’s brother was keeping…he must have spent weeks writing them, but they’re filled with nonsensical ramblings. I can’t be sure, but I think it might be the same odd things Petrov had begun writing in the time before he went Rogue.”

“Oh, my God.”

“Do you suppose the writings might be of some help to you?”

“I’d really like to see them to find out.” Excitement shot through Elise as she fished a pen and some paper out of her purse. “Would you be willing to let me have them?”

“Yes, of course. That’s why I called.”

Elise glanced at her packed bag, biting her lower lip. She could leave for the States anytime. This potential new information was more important. “I can be in a taxi in just a few minutes, Irina. Give me your address and I’ll leave as soon as I can.”

A cream-colored Mercedes taxi idled at the end of the gated drive, which had been under Minion surveillance since dawn. From his vantage point several hundred yards away, concealed by the thick green of the surrounding forest and peering through high-powered binoculars, the Minion watched as a slender blond woman hurried out to meet the waiting car.

The bitch appeared to be a perfect match for the video image he’d gotten via e-mail from his Master. To be certain, he pulled the picture out of his jacket pocket and took another look. Yes, that was her all right.

The Minion smiled as the woman got into the taxi.

“Showtime,” he murmured, letting the binocs swing from the cord around his neck as he clambered down out of the tree where he’d been hiding.

He jogged over to his car, ditched on a narrow private lane nearby. He hopped in, turned the key, and rolled out after his quarry.

Irina Odolf lived in a small, tidy town house on a tree-lined residential street on the outskirts of Berlin’s west end. Elise was surprised, though not shocked, that the woman had decided to make her home outside the Darkhavens after losing her mate to Bloodlust. She likely would have done the same in her situation.

“There were just so many reminders of what I was missing after he was sent away,” Irina explained as she and Elise sat down for coffee in the sun-filled dining area. Glass doors shaded by vertical blinds overlooked the community’s snow-patched common courtyard that ran along the backs of the houses. “Petrov and I have many friends in our Darkhaven, but living there without him was too difficult. I suppose if he comes home—
when
he comes home,” she amended, idly smoothing the lacy edge of the tablecloth. “When he comes home, then we’ll return there and start our life over again.”

“I hope that day comes soon for you both, Irina.”

The Breedmate looked up with a teary-eyed smile. “So do I.”

Elise took a sip of her coffee, dimly aware of a slow pound building in her temples. It had been present since she got into the taxi that brought her here, a trip that had taken her through the center of the city, where the din of human thoughts had battered her through the metal and glass of the car. But she used the focus that Tegan had shown her, and the worst of her psychic pain had faded to a manageable level.

Being this close to a lot of humanity was certainly a test. Irina’s neighborhood was a tightly packed cluster of homes, with a steady stream of cars traveling up and down the street outside, bringing even more noise to the chatter filling her head.

And underneath the general rumble of discontent she was receiving, Elise detected something darker…just out of her reach.

“Would you like to see the letters?”

Irina’s voice snapped Elise back to attention. “Yes, of course.”

She followed the woman out of the dining room and into a cozy little den at the end of the hall. A man’s desk sat across from an inviting reading nook, the masculine furnishings impeccably polished and organized, as though awaiting the imminent arrival of their owner.

Irina motioned Elise over to the desk, where an open shoebox sat next to an old weaving that had been laid flat. A stack of folded papers rested on top. “Here they are.”

“May I?” Elise asked, reaching to pick up the collection of letters.

At Irina’s nod, she unfolded the first one and glanced at the page. It was filled with a hasty, violently uneven scrawl. The words were barely legible, written in what appeared to be Latin, by a hand that seemed guided by madness. Elise fanned through the other papers, finding more of the same on them.

“Do you think it means anything?”

Elise shook her head. “I can’t be sure. I’d like to show it to someone, though. You’re sure you don’t mind if I take these?”

“Do what you’d like. I have no use for them myself.”

“Thank you.”

Elise glanced at the weaving that lay on the desk. It was incredibly beautiful and obviously very old. She couldn’t resist tracing her finger over the intricate stitches of the medieval garden design. “This is lovely. The detail is incredible, like a painting done with a needle.”

“Yes, it is.” Irina smiled. “And whoever made it had an interesting sense of whimsy too.”

“How so?”

“I noticed it when the piece was wrapped around the stack of letters. Let me show you.”

She folded the square cloth diagonally, turning up one edge so that the designs on the lower left and upper right corners touched. At the place where they met, the delicate embroidery revealed the hidden shape of a teardrop falling into the basin of a crescent moon.

Elise laughed, delighted by the clever artistry of the work.

“The woman who made this was a Breedmate?”

“Apparently so.” Irina carefully smoothed it out again. “It must be from the Middle Ages, don’t you think?”

Elise couldn’t answer, even if she had a guess. At that instant, a lancing blast of pain sliced into her mind. It was pure menace, something deathly evil…and it was suddenly very close.

Inside the house.

“Irina,” she whispered. “Someone’s here.”

“What? What do you mean someone—”

She held up her hand to silence the woman, fighting through the mental assault as her mind filled with the violent thoughts of the intruder.