And they are? he prompted, when she showed no immediate signs of continuing. The darkness is linked with your past, Michael. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but it is something you must deal with.
I have over three hundred and sixty years behind me, Seline. Don't suppose you'd like to be a little more specific?
I'm sorry, but no, I can't. My visions are limited in many respects, unfortunately. I just know that it's vital you go to this resort, or more people will disappear. He sighed softly. It looked like he had very little choice in the matter. And the second reason?
The silence stretched between them once more. He frowned. This time worry, and perhaps even a little fear, mingled with the hesitation coming down the mental line.
It was the fear that concerned him, more than anything else.
Eventually, she sighed . You're not going to like this.
Just cut the dramatics and tell me what the problem is, Seline. His irritation tingled down the line, and he felt her frown. You must take Nikki with you.
"No!"
His reply was abrupt. Instinctive. Angry. There had been more than enough darkness in Nikki's life already—and he'd caused her more than enough pain in the brief time they'd been together. He wouldn't drag her into a similar situation.
Michael, she's already involved. She walks the path to the resort as we speak. If she is not accompanied by you, she will die.
Fear slammed through his heart. We share a life force, Seline. She cannot die as long as I live. But the image of her dead, her head torn from her neck, went through his mind. Bile rose, swift and sharp. He pushed the vision away and swallowed heavily.
But she is not immortal, as you are not immortal. Seline's mind voice held an edge of sharpness. Your actions have marked her for others of your kind to see. They will know what she is. Know how to get rid of her.
Only the very old vampires have any knowledge of thralls, Seline. And the term can only be used loosely when it comes to Nikki.
Perhaps. You have yet to test the limits of what you have done, so who can say what control you have over her?
Michael rubbed his eyes. It wasn't control he wanted. It was her heart. But she wasn't willing to risk that again—and certainly not with someone like him.
I have no wish to test the limits. No wish to even see her again. Do not lie to me, my friend. I can see the truth in your heart. Then you can also see the resolve.
She sighed. Yes. But the only true option you have right now is whether she lives or dies. Then there was no choice. Where is she now?
Seline's smile shimmered down the link . Where she always has been—Lyndhurst. The company helicopter is on the way to pick you up as we speak. The files will be on it, and I've made arrangements for a room at Jackson Hole.
So she'd been certain of his response all along. He clenched his fists and somehow managed to keep his mind voice even. Tell me one thing, Seline. Can you see the ending to all this?
All I can see is danger, and much pain. The road you walk will not be easy—for either of you. He smiled grimly. Danger and pain had been his close companions over the century he'd been a part of the Circle, and were a major part of the reason he could not allow Nikki into his life. I'll keep in contact, Seline.
Do that. And watch out for the past, Michael. Remember, the memory of love can be potent, but it is nowhere near as satisfying as the reality.
He frowned. What in the hell was that supposed to mean? The mental line went down before he could ask. He punched the window frame in frustration.
It looked like Jake had been right after all. Fate would not let him walk away from Nikki without a damned good fight.
Chapter Three
Matthew's scream ripped across the silence, as sharp as the gunshot that followed—a gunshot that had come from outside the warehouse.>Why she thought it was a vampire who waited inside, Nikki couldn't say. Evil came in many forms—some of them human, some of them not. Maybe it was just Jasper's memory rising like a ghost to tease her fears to life.
But she'd let those fears get the better of her once—and had lost Michael because of them. They would never get the better of her again.
She pulled herself through the window then hunkered down, listening for any hint of sound. Beyond the harsh note of her breathing the silence was absolute—as absolute as the darkness. If Matthew was moving around in this, he had to have the eyes of a cat.
Keeping one hand against the outer wall for guidance and the other in front of her, she slowly moved forward. Five steps in she hit another wall and followed it out into the warehouse. A sound broke the silence—something heavy clattering across the concrete. A soft curse followed.
"Lizzie? You in here?” Matthew's voice held a combination of petulance, bravado and fear. “Why don't you stop playing games and come out?"
"You lied to me, Matthew."