As Twilight Falls

Outside the body. Saintcrow swore under his breath. He didn’t have to ask what the future held for him after that. He could read it in the man’s mind. Once Andrews had bled him dry, the doctor would make a quick visit to an old friend who worked at the town cemetery. Saintcrow swallowed a rising bubble of panic. Completely drained of blood, even a vampire as old as he wouldn’t survive being cremated.

“I’m sorry,” Andrews said. “But you see how it is? I’m a father and a hunter . . .” He shrugged, as if that made everything all right. Placing the vials on the tray, he left the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

Saintcrow closed his eyes against the pain burning through him. Damn! What had Andrews used to immobilize him? And how the hell was he going to get out of here when he couldn’t move?

Kadie! She was his only hope. Forcing himself to relax, he opened the blood bond that linked them together. The pain, more excruciating than anything he had ever known, made it hard to think, hard to concentrate.

Kadie. I need you. Kadie! Dammit, hear me!

Rylan? He heard the worry in her mind. Where are you?

That was the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question, wasn’t it? He tried to respond, but darkness beckoned and he fell into it, hoping for a respite from the agony burning through him.

Rylan? Rylan! Why didn’t he answer?

Kadie paced the floor, her thoughts flying in a dozen directions at once. But one thing she was sure of, her father was behind this.

She pounded her fists on the door, screamed for someone to release her, but to no avail. Screamed until she was hoarse and then she began to pace the basement floor. This couldn’t be happening. How could she have lived with her father her whole life and never known him for what he was? When they’d returned to Morro Bay, he had told her, in a voice as calm as a summer day, that he had been born to be a hunter. It was in his blood. He had grinned when he said that, as if it was some kind of joke. He was, he said, locking her up for a few days for her own good.

If she’d had any lingering doubts about her feelings for Rylan, they had all been laid to rest when Kadie realized her father intended to destroy him. She had to get out of here, had to get help. But from who? And how?

Pausing, Kadie smacked herself on the forehead. Her father had taken her purse, but neglected to take her cell phone. Fishing it out of her pocket, she checked the time, then quickly punched in Shirley’s number, grateful she’d asked for it before leaving Morgan Creek.

Shirley answered on the second ring. “Hi, Kadie. I’m so . . .”

“Shirley, listen to me. Is Micah there?”

“Yes, why?”

“I don’t have time to explain. Can I talk to him, please?”

“Sure.”

“Hey, Kadie.”

“Micah, Saintcrow’s in danger. I need you here. Now.”

“What’s going on?”

“I’ll explain when you get here. I’m locked in the basement of my house.” She gave him the address. “I don’t know if my father’s home, but don’t let him see you.”

“Don’t worry.”

“Hurry!”

“I’m already on my way.”

Kadie resumed pacing the floor. Micah was a young vampire. Was he able to move from place to place as quickly as Rylan? What if it took hours for him to get here? Hours that they didn’t have?

She was contemplating calling Shirley again when Micah materialized in front of her. “So, what’s up?”

Kadie’s hand flew to her throat. “Micah! You scared me out of a year’s growth.”

“Sorry. I’d think you’d be used to it, living with Saintcrow and all.”

She waved his apology aside. “Can you get me out of here?”

“Sure.” He wrapped his arm around her waist. “Hang on.”

A heartbeat later they were standing in the backyard.

“Where is he?” Micah asked.

“I don’t know! All I know is he’s in danger.”

“I’m assuming he drank from you?”

“Yes.”

“Then you should be able to find him.”

Kadie nodded. Somehow, she’d known Saintcrow had returned to Morgan Creek, but she had no idea how she’d come by that knowledge. “So, how do I go about locating him?”

“Concentrate on the bond between you.”

“How do I do that?”

“It’s like an invisible connection. Once you find it, you can follow it.”

Kadie closed her eyes. She pictured Saintcrow in her mind, searching for the invisible link that bound them together. It took her several minutes but gradually she became aware that she was being drawn out of the backyard.

Opening her eyes, she hurried out onto the street, Micah at her side.

“Do you know where he is?” the vampire asked.

“Not exactly.”

“Too bad. We could get there a lot faster if you knew where we were going.”

Kadie?

Rylan! I’m coming. Where are you?

The hospital. In the basement, I think.

Are you all right?

He didn’t answer. Before she could ask again, she felt a horrible burning sensation shooting through her veins.

“Hey!” Ravenwood grabbed her when she started to fall. “What the hell?”

Kadie groaned. “He’s in pain. Terrible pain. And my father . . . he’s bleeding him.” She wrapped her arms around Micah’s neck. “The hospital. Hurry.”

“Just tell me how to get there.” Swinging her into his arms, Micah followed her directions to the hospital. He stopped in the parking lot. “Now what?”

“Well, we can’t go in the front door. We’ll have to go in through the service entrance.”

He nodded. “I’ll follow you.”

They moved stealthily through the shadows of the parking lot, then slipped in one of the doors at the back.

“Can you still feel him?” Micah asked as they stepped into one of the service elevators.

“Yes.” There were several storage rooms in the basement. She paused briefly in front of each one, until she came to the last door on the right. “He’s in there,” she whispered, and prayed they weren’t too late.

Chapter 37

Taking a deep breath, Kadie turned the door handle. And nothing happened. “It’s locked.”

Reaching past her, Micah grasped the knob, gave it a twist and a push, and the door flew open.

Kadie switched on the light, gasped when she saw Saintcrow strapped to a table. His eyes were closed. His body twitched convulsively.