Dangerous Temptation (Dark Dream 1)

Then Child Protective Services arrived and wanted to separate Brando and me for the night. I’m not ashamed to admit I’d thrown a fit, yelling at the man who tried to take us, screaming at the cop who tried to forcibly calm me down.

A man had arrived.

Maybe “man” was an understatement.

He was huge like a giant out of Greek mythology. One hand could have easily palmed my entire head. Even the cops had stilled, prey poised for flight before a superior predator.

But the man, I learned later his name was Ezra, only went to the CPS agent and handed him a stack of papers. He was deaf, communicating on a small tablet as they conversed quietly together.

Ten minutes later, the reluctant agent took the papers, shot us a worried glance, and got back into his car to drive off.

Suddenly, I wished we were going with CPS.

But Ezra had simply introduced himself using his tablet and ushered us back into the house to pack our bags before taking us to the only nice hotel in our backwater town.

Brando and I sat curled up in one of the double beds, my little brother dozing and sniffling fitfully.

There had been a knock at the door and my heart gave a staggered attempt at taking flight, wondering if it was finally Tiernan.

It wasn’t.

Instead, a woman dressed like a Vogue advertisement opened the door, her dark red hair gleaming like rubies in the yellow light from the hall. She was beautiful and clearly wealthy, her expression blank as her eyes swept the room while she signed something to Ezra.

And then she saw us.

And that striking face broke open with sympathy.

All my life I’d seen that expression on people’s faces and hated it, but there was something about the way she approached us and extended a hand for us to shake that was devoid of pity.

Elena Lombardi was Tiernan’s lawyer, and she was there to facilitate the funeral arrangements and our placement with an appropriate guardian.

She was calm, efficient, and kind without being smothering. Talking to her made some of the tension knotting up my insides loosen and smooth away.

I doubted they would be able to track down our degenerate uncle who had disappeared on us years ago so we would probably be placed with foster parents or, best-case scenario, a nice couple looking to adopt. When I swore I wouldn’t be parted from Brando, Elena had only smiled slightly and place a manicured hand on my shin beneath the blanket.

“I didn’t think for one moment you would,” she assured. “I’m here to look after your best interests. Don’t worry, Bianca.”

But I was worried.

I was worried as I lay in the dark that night listening to Brando moan through his nightmares, insomnia plaguing me because I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d wake up to my brother dead beside me the way I’d found my mother that morning.

I worried because Tiernan was not a good guy. Everything in my gut screamed at me that I’d made a deal with a demon, the terms unknown to me.

When he didn’t show up the next day as we had meetings with a funeral director and CPS, or the next when we picked the flowers and the clothes Aida would be buried in, the anxiety only grew.

I couldn’t sleep.

I couldn’t relax.

I felt stalked by the unknown, by the inevitable conclusion to the deal we’d struck.

What kind of payment would Tiernan demand for stepping in to help Brando and me in our time of need?

The mechanical thrum of the casket lowering into the earth pulled my attention back to the moment, my eyes fixed on the glossy black wood as it descended.

Brando whimpered at my side, tucking his head into my arm as if the sight of Aida going into the ground was a horror film he was too young to watch. I wrapped my arm around him and hugged him into my side, wishing fervently that I could take this misery from him. My throat was dry and painful as I swallowed roughly.

“Amen,” the Priest called to God.

“Amen,” everyone echoed.

* * *

We weren’t having a reception after the funeral, so people lined up to pay their respects to Brando and me. Elena stood behind us with Ezra, the two of them sentries watching over us. Watching us for Tiernan.

Where the hell was he?

Would we be passed off to some random family in some new town and never see anyone we’d ever known again?

My heart spasmed so hard, I couldn’t breathe.

It was hard not to believe that every dream I’d ever harbored had perished with Aida.

No family. No New York.

I probably wouldn’t be able to go to NYU after all. In six months when I turned eighteen, I’d get a job and try to apply for sole guardianship of Brando. I couldn’t work and take care of him while I was in college. I was smart and resourceful, but despite what Brando liked to call me, I wasn’t Wonder Woman.