The Bite Before Christmas (24 page)

Authors: Jeaniene Frost,Lynsay Sands

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BOOK: The Bite Before Christmas

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Sure I could, but I didn't want to. I doubted the firestarter was a friend; Jackal calling him a bastard in that contemptuous tone plus wanting me to find where he was smacked of nefarious intentions. Anyone smart would avoid being on the same
continent
as that creature if they were at odds, yet Jackal and the others must be trying to ambush him. The memory of the firestarter's charming smile right before he burned Raziel to a heap of smoldering ruins was something I wanted to forget. But if I refused to look for him, I wouldn't live long enough to worry about forgetting anything.

Any way you cut it, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, more accurately, between a fang and a sharp place.

I reached for the silver knife without another word. With that single touch, the grayish images from Neddy's death invaded my consciousness. No surprise that the firestarter was the one who killed him, using the knife after some preliminary toasting. Also, no shock was that he did it with the same sort of detached geniality he'd shown Raziel. I pushed past the searing pain I felt, past the feeling of Neddy floating into whatever awaited people after death, and focused on the firestarter, trying to see him
now
instead of only
then
.

This part was harder. In highly emotional situations, everyone left a piece of their essence onto objects, but the firestarter hadn't been worked up over killing Neddy so only a smidgeon of his remained on the knife. Still, detached or not, nothing tied two people closer together than death. Something about the door to the other world cracking open made essences merge and imprint more strongly, so once I pushed past the seething remains of Neddy's rage and fear, I felt the firestarter's distinct essence. It was only as big as a thread, but I wrapped all my concentration around it and pulled.

Black and white images were replaced with full-color clarity. Instead of the dingy riverfront setting where Neddy had met his end, I saw opulent drapes surrounding me. At first I thought I was in a small room, but then I realized the midnight-green drapes hung around a large bed, cocooning it. The firestarter lay in the center of it, fully clothed, his eyes closed as though he were asleep.

Gotcha
, I thought, torn between relief and dismay at finding him in what I knew was the present.

I'd only seen him before through the grayish tones of past memories, so I took my time studying him now. At first he looked like a normal, well-built man in his thirties, but then hints of his uniqueness showed. His espresso-colored hair was past his shouldersâlonger than most men dared, but on him it somehow looked supremely masculine. Black pants and an indigo shirt draped muscles that appeared far harder than a gym membership usually accounted for, and though no flames clung to his hands, they were crisscrossed with scars that looked like former battle wounds. His high cheekbones were accented by stubble somewhere between a five o'clock shadow and a beard, yet instead of coming across as unkempt, it was rugged and enticing. I hadn't seen a man pull that look off so well since Aragorn in
Lord of the Rings
, and his eyes.Â .Â .

.Â .Â . were no longer closed. They opened, not an indistinct gray from the colorless lens of the past, but a rich copper shade encircled by rings of evergreen. I would have thought they were beautiful, but at the moment they looked as though they were staring right into mine.

It unnerved me, but I reminded myself it was only coincidence. No one ever knew it when I used my abilities to establish a link. I could be the world's biggest voyeur if I wanted, but my most fervent wish was to know less about people, not moreâ

“Who are you?”

I jumped as though stung. If I hadn't seen his finely shaped lips move, I would've thought I'd imagined the words, but they were real.
Coincidence
, I reminded myself again. Any second someone would come into my line of vision and I'd see who he was really talking to.

“I'll ask a second time,” his deep, slightly accented voice said. “
Who
are you, and how the hell are you inside my head?”

That scared me into dropping the link at once, forcing all of my focus back to the hotel room with my four kidnappers. The ornate bed with its encircling drapes disappeared, replaced by ass-ugly wallpaper and a bed that would probably result in my getting bug bites. I let go of the silver knife as though it burned me, still reeling over what just happened.

“Well?” Jackal asked. “Did you find him?”

“Oh, yeah.” My voice was nearly a croak from shock.

“And?”
he prodded.

No way was I going to tell him the firestarter had somehow realized he was being spied on. If Jackal knew that, he'd kill me on the spot so the firestarter couldn't follow the link back through me to find him. It was possible. If he could feel me in his head, the firestarter could probably hear me, too.Â .Â .

With a flash of inspiration that was more reckless than smart, I knew what I had to do to get free of my kidnappers.

About the Authors

LYNSAY SANDS is the nationally bestselling author of the Argeneau/Rogue Hunter vampire series, as well as numerous historical novels and anthologies. She's been writing stories since grade school and considers herself incredibly lucky to be able to make a career out of it. Her hope is that readers can get away from their everyday stress through her stories, and if there are occasional uncontrollable fits of laughter, that's just a big bonus.

Although not a vampire herself,
New York Times
and
USA Today
bestselling author JEANIENE FROST confesses to having pale skin, wearing a lot of black, and sleeping in whenever possible. She also loves poetry and animals, but fears children and hates to cook. She is currently at work on her next paranormal novel.

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Also by Lynsay Sands

The Reluctant Vampire

Hungry for You

Born to Bite

The Renegade Hunter

The Immortal Hunter

The Rogue Hunter

Vampire Interrupted

Vampires Are Forever

The Accidental Vampire

Bite Me If You Can

A Bite to Remember

Tall Dark & Hungry

Single White Vampire

Love Bites

A Quick Bite

Also by Jeaniene Frost

One Grave at a Time

This Side of the Grave

Eternal Kiss of Darkness

First Drop of Crimson

Destined for an Early Grave

At Grave's End

One Foot in the Grave

Halfway to the Grave

Credits

Cover design by Richard L. Aquan

Cover illustration by Aleta Rafton

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

“The Gift.” Copyright Â© 2011 by Lynsay Sands. “Home for the Holidays.” Copyright Â© 2011 by Jeaniene Frost.
Under a Vampire Moon
excerpt copyright Â© 2011 by Lynsay Sands. Book One in the Night Prince series excerpt copyright Â© 2011 by Jeaniene Frost. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

ISBN: 9780062014078

EPub Edition November 2011 ISBN: 9780062101310

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