The Order Boxed Set (87 page)

Christian didn’t try to deny it. “Yes.”

“I really don’t like that idea,” she muttered.

“The alternative is you come to work with us.”

She’d thought she’d scuppered that idea and they wouldn’t want her after her involvement with Tara’s kidnappers. “So you do employ humans?” Of course they did. They’d employed Ryan and Ash.

“Not many. But we’re recruiting right now.”

“Why? What for? What’s changed?”

“Our role at the Order has always been to police the supernatural world. Occasionally, we do clean up jobs like your mother’s murderer. But our main emphasis has been on keeping the peace between the demons and the fae.”

It was like she’d been dumped in the middle of a fairy tale. “You’re kidding me right? Demons? And fae—you mean like fairies?”

“Yes. Until the Accords there were regular wars between the two and there was a danger that mankind would be destroyed. So the Accords were set up, and demons lived in the Abyss—”

“That’s like hell?”

Christian grinned. “It’s not so bad.”

“I’ll take your word for it. I don’t plan to visit anytime soon. Go on…”

“The fae live in the Faelands. Neither can enter the other’s world. There’s still the occasional war that breaks out, and it takes place here on Earth. We usually manage to put it down and banish the guilty parties to where they belong. We lock down the portals between the worlds until things settle.”

“So what’s changed?”

“The two sides have reached an accord of their own. We’re changing the emphasis of what we do as we’ve come to the conclusion that it can only be a matter of time before our existence becomes known to you humans.”

“Already happened.”

“But not the general public. Over the next few years we plan to prepare them.”

“That’s what Ryan and Ash are doing?”

“Yes, meeting potential…allies.”

She supposed it made sense. With increased technology, more and more people would notice the monsters among them. Look at those photos of Christian. How long until someone spotted that he hadn’t aged in…

“Hey, just how old are you?”

“Five hundred years, give or take a few.”

Her mouth dropped open. She couldn’t imagine living that long. He appeared pretty good on it, though. One of the perks of being the undead.

She covered her mouth with her hand as a huge yawn escaped her. “Sorry,” she muttered. “Stressful day and night. So what happens now? Can I go home?”

“Not until you decide what you’re going to do. Whether you’ll join with us, or whether you want to forget.”

She didn’t want to forget. And she didn’t want anyone messing with her mind. It was messed up enough already.

“So I go back to my cell until I decide?” At least there was a bed, but all the same she wasn’t looking forward to returning to her cell—she needed a shower. She glanced down at herself. Her white shirt was stained dark with dried blood. Yuk.

“I think we can manage something a little better. There’s guest accommodation upstairs. You can stay there until you decide what you want to do.”

“I’ll show her,” Ash said, pushing himself up and coming to stand in front of her.

She didn’t want to go with him. But he obviously had something he wanted to say, and maybe it was best to get it over with.

He was silent in the elevator. They went up a long way. At least she would be aboveground. Finally, they stopped and Ash led the way out and across a corridor. He opened a door and gestured for her to enter.

The door led straight into a large, luxurious living space, decorated in creams and blues. She took a deep breath and turned to face Ash. He was leaning against the wall, arms folded, watching her.

“What?” she asked.

“I was just waiting for you to say you were sorry.”

Chapter Nineteen

He could wait as long as he liked. Faith was through with apologizing. “
Sorry
? Sorry for what exactly?”

“For not telling me you knew where Tara was last night. For letting me kiss you when all the while you knew who had my daughter. For lying to me.”

Her blood pounded in her veins. She’d been feeling sort of pathetic and the anger felt good. She stepped up close to him and stabbed him in the chest with her finger—it was rock hard. “Piss off, Ash,” she snarled. “I’m not the only one who fucking lied. I didn’t see you spilling the truth. By the way, Faith, I work for a bunch of vampires. Did you say that? No you fucking didn’t.”

“I—”

She jabbed him again. “And another thing. I didn’t even know Tara was your daughter until you were leaving last night. Because you know what, that was one more thing you didn’t tell me. All I knew was she didn’t seem to like you very much.”

“We were estranged for a long while.” He unfolded his arms and straightened taking a step toward her. “I’m glad you didn’t know.”

“What difference does it make?”

“It means that while you came so beautifully in my arms, you weren’t hiding my daughter from me.”

Did he have to bring that up? She so didn’t want to go there. Time to change the subject. “So is there anything else you want to tell me? Any other little facts that you might want to reveal about yourself?” For a second, she thought he was going to say something, and then he shook his head. Maybe he needed a little help. “Like how come you kill so easily? Have you killed a lot of people, Ash?”

He shifted. “A few.”

“Yeah, and I bet they all deserved it.”

“Some perhaps. Others not so much.”

She sighed and turned away. “I’m going for a shower. See yourself out.”

Not waiting for him to answer, she just whirled around and stalked away. Four doors led off the main room, she took a wild guess and headed for the nearest. It actually led into a large bedroom, with windows that stretched across one wall looking out onto panoramic views of the city of London. Definitely an improvement on her previous accommodation.

Opposite, was a second door and she went through this and found herself in an enormous bathroom, with a corner bath and a huge walk-in shower unit. She’d been going to shower, but now she locked the door behind her—in case Ash hadn’t left—and turned on the taps for the bath.

Once in the water, she unfastened the bandage around her shoulder. The wound had nearly healed. She knew that wasn’t normal. But what was normal in her world anymore? She was bruised, the marks beginning to show dark against her skin, but none of them hurt, she wondered how strong the painkillers had been.

An hour later and she felt almost human. She’d avoided thinking about everything, vampires, demons, fae, Ash, keeping her mind blank and letting the hot water soak away her tension.

Now, she needed clean clothes. No way was she putting her bloodstained shirt back on. Instead, she wrapped herself in one of the fluffy, white robes hanging on the door and stepped back into the bedroom. She half expected Ash to be there, but the room was empty.

The bed looked so inviting that in the end she forgot about everything else, tossed off the robe, and crawled between the smooth, cool sheets. She was asleep as her head touched the pillow.

…

When she woke, the room was in darkness, except for the glow from the lamp beside the bed. Straightaway, she knew she wasn’t alone. She rolled her head to the side and found Ash in the chair by the bed. His hair was damp from the shower and he wore faded jeans and a white shirt, his long legs stretched out in front of him. At first, she thought he was asleep, but then she caught the gleam out of his half-closed eyes.

“You do know it’s sort of creepy to wake up and find you sitting there watching me?”

He sat up and stretched, raising his arms above his head. “I brought you some food, but I didn’t want to wake you.”

Food sounded an excellent idea. Her stomach growled in agreement. “I might forgive you in exchange for food,” she said.

“Wait there. I’ll bring it to you.”

She didn’t think anyone had ever brought her food in bed before, except maybe her mother when she’d been little and ill with the measles. Ash switched on the main light as he left, flooding the room with light. He disappeared out the door. Faith considered getting up and putting on the robe but in the end, she just sat up and tucked the sheet around her breasts.

When Ash reappeared a few minutes later, he was carrying a tray and accompanied by the fragrant scent of sweet-and-sour chicken. He placed the tray on the bedside table and sank back down to his chair. There were also two bottles of beer, and he picked one up and took a swallow.

Faith breathed in. “That smells so good.”

“I’d like to say I cooked it myself, but it came from the restaurant on the corner.”

She picked up the plate and a fork and began to eat. After a minute, she glanced up to find Ash watching her closely as if he didn’t quite understand what was going on.

Join the club.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“A few hours until dawn.”

“Do vampires really have to sleep all day?”

“Not the stronger ones like Christian. The younger, less powerful vamps will die in sunlight. Christian would get nothing worse than a bad sunburn. But they are night creatures and prefer to rest during daylight.”

“Is Christian the strongest?”

“Piers is probably stronger. But he’s also older.”

“Jesus. That must make him…?”

“Over two thousand years old.”

She couldn’t even begin to comprehend living that long. Getting through the next day was a challenge. Something occurred to her. “Are there any female vampires?”

“No. They die during the transition.”

“Oh.” She went back to eating. If she was going to die, whatever else happened until then, she was going to enjoy life’s pleasures. She cast a sideways glance at Ash—all of them. She didn’t think he was angry anymore, but she’d never met a man who was so good at hiding his feelings. He raised a brow when he caught her studying him.

“You want some?” She held out a forkful of chicken.

He shook his head and she ate it. The meal was delicious and she didn’t pause again until she had cleared the plate. Then she sat taking stock. Actually, she felt okay. No headache, which was a relief.

She picked up her own beer. It was icily cold, and she drank it slowly, savoring each swallow. Finally, she looked back at Ash. “How’s Tara?”

He shrugged. “Good, I presume. I’ve not seen her since shortly after we got back.”

“Why doesn’t she like you?”

She thought he might not answer, but in the end, he shrugged again as if to say—why not? “Until six months ago, I thought Tara had perished with her mother. We were separated. I blamed Christian Roth.”

“Why?”

“It doesn’t matter now. But I blamed him, and when I got the opportunity to exact a little revenge, I did so.”

“How?”

“He’d taken those I loved. So, I did the same to him. Unfortunately, a friend of Tara’s was taken by mistake.”

“What happened to her?”

“She died. And not well.”

“You killed her?” She held her breath. She really wanted the answer to be no, but what did she know of Ash except that he could kill with ease and show no sign of remorse.

“No. But I was responsible. And Tara blames me—quite rightly.”

“Yes, I can see how she might blame you for that. Is that why you’re working here? To be close to her?”

“Partly. Partly because I owed a debt and working with the new Council was suggested as a way I might repay it.” He placed his empty beer bottle on the tray and took hers from her hand. “Enough of the past.”

Suddenly, she wished she’d put the robe on. She felt very aware of the fact she was naked beneath the sheet. Her body grew heavy and an ache started low down in her belly as his gaze roamed over the tops of her breasts.

His eyes darkened. He was going to make love to her and her whole body yearned for his touch. Something to take her mind off all that she had discovered. To take her mind from the fact that the past might be all she ever had. There was no future for her. Just the past and the here and now.

And Ash.

She stroked a fingertip down over his cheek. He had that delicious designer stubble again and her palm rasped over his rough skin. He held himself still as her finger traced the line of his mouth, the perfect sculpted shape of the upper lip, the passionate curve of the lower.

His tongue flicked out to lick her finger and a jolt of lightning shot though her. She pulled her hand away and stared at him.

This sort of desire was new to her.

The intensity scared her, but really what did she have to lose? Something told her that the little time left to her was running out. She didn’t want to die without experiencing this just once.

Her other hand still clutched the sheet and one by one, she loosened her fingers from their tight grip. The material pooled at her waist leaving her breasts bare. She shivered but not from cold. As Ash’s gaze fixed on her breasts, her nipples stiffened almost painfully.

She’d never thought of her breasts as impressive, they were too small. In fact, she was too skinny all over. She expended too much nervous energy ever to put on weight. Ash seemed to like them well enough though. He reached out with one huge hand and cupped her breast.

“You’re sure?” he murmured.

Why was he asking? At his first touch heat rushed through her veins. Of course, she was sure. She wouldn’t be sitting here naked if she wasn’t sure.

Maybe Ash was the one with doubts.

“How about you?” she said. “Are you sure?”

A slow smile spread across his face; his eyes turned sleepy and hot. “I was having this fantasy earlier today.” His voice was a low, velvety purr that caressed her ears.

“A fantasy?” The words came out as a whisper.

“Yeah. When you were cuffed. I liked that.”

“You did?”

“I was going to take you to my home, strip you naked, and chain you to the wall.”

The hand on her breast tightened and a jolt of pleasure shot to her groin.

“Then what?”

“Then, darling, I was going to fuck your brains out every time the thought crossed my mind.”

That really shouldn’t have turned her on. But an image flashed in her mind of her tied and helpless, Ash’s long, hard body pressing her into the wall behind her.