A Touch Menacing (32 page)

The grin spread. “You are if you want to make any calls.”

She didn’t have time for his games. Nor for sugarcoating and tiptoeing. “Because you’re a liar.” Crossing her arms, she kept her face blank, gave him nothing. The material of her ruined gown pressed against her skin and sent a chill through her. “The dresses you bought me? The books? The look in your goddamned eyes and that pathetic seduction attempt. Every moment I spent here was manipulated. Twisted. You saned me up just enough to force your own delusions down my throat.” She held her hand out. “Now give me the phone.”

Luke closed the space between them. She froze, her hand pressed against his chest. “Forced?” he growled. His forehead knocked against hers. “Now who’s the liar?”

She was dimly aware of her mouth opening and closing, a truth she shouldn’t voice trapped there.
This is everything you wanted,
Luke’s voice said in her memory of that night.

Luke pressed the phone into her palm as he pulled away. It wasn’t until he’d stalked off down the hall that she let out the breath she’d been holding. “Glad to be back,” she mumbled to the closed bedroom door.

Just as her thumb lowered to enter Sebastian’s number, the phone vibrated in her hand with an incoming call. Instead of a number or name, a set of symbols popped up on the screen. Code. For who? She accepted the call.

“Hello?” the person on the other end said hesitantly. “Luke?”

She would have recognized the voice anywhere, almost said his name in reflex.

Gabriel. Her heart drummed, but Luke’s door stayed closed.
He told Luke to get me out,
she thought.
And now he’s checking on us.

“Are you there?” he said.

“You knew,” she cried, her voice breaking. “How could you?”

Luke’s door opened. Before Gabe had a chance to say anything, she thrust the phone at Luke. “It’s for you,” she sneered.

He ripped the phone from her hand and glanced at the screen.

“You made it out?” Then his grip tightened, disgust and anger flooding his face. “What do you
think
happened, Gabriel? The Bound laid them to waste. Why do you have Madeline’s phone?” Luke’s brow pinched as he turned away. “Obviously.” A sudden humorless laugh burst out of him. “Of all the things I never expected to hear from you . . . Tell her yourself if you’re serious. She thinks
I’m
a liar.”

He passed her the phone without so much as a glance and wandered into the kitchen. Shaking, she raised the speaker to her ear. In the other room, Luke pulled down a box of hot chocolate and set about making two cups.

She didn’t want to hear Gabe’s voice again, wasn’t sure she could bear it. Part of her wanted to hang up. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Kristen? You really are safe?” The relief at hearing her seemed to take his breath away, though she couldn’t bring herself to answer him. When he spoke again, his words were hard. “Listen to me. I want you to stay with Luke. Hide from the Bound as long as you can, okay?”

At the sink, Luke filled two cups and put them in the microwave, his casual indifference masquerading as privacy.

“I can’t think of any place I’d rather be,” she said, her voice trembling. “Now that my house is gone. And nearly everyone I know was
slaughtered
.”

She heard Gabe swallow. “Were you there?” he asked. “When it happened?”

“Of course I was! Luke . . . ,” she said. Her eyes stung.
He was there,
she wanted to say.
He was there
again
when you weren’t.

“I thought you were dead. After Madeline, I was so sure I would find you next.”

Kristen stilled. “What do you mean, after Madeline?”

“Her body. On the back stairs. Her ribs were . . . I couldn’t save her. I found her phone.”

“Madeline’s gone?” The strength ran out of her legs. She slumped to the floor.

Luke took a step toward her but caught himself.

“I thought you knew,” Gabe said. He sounded broken. “I was too late to stop—”

She threw the phone against the door with all her might. It shattered into pieces, skittered back across the floor to where she sat silent and shivering.

When Luke made his way to her side, she didn’t look up. He lowered himself carefully to his knees, set a cup of steaming cocoa down in front of her. When she didn’t react, he picked up the mug and wound her fingers around it. They ached with the heat. Luke kept his hands over hers.

“I’ll make him suffer if you ask,” he said quietly.

She thought of Gabriel, how he’d found her in the chapel years ago. His loyalty and friendship had been the only things that kept her going. Had Gabe really been responsible? When he’d Fallen, she’d thought he’d abandoned her out of anger and cursed his name. But she’d been wrong then.
Could Gabriel really have done this?
she wondered.

Luke scooted closer and traced a finger down Kristen’s cheek. “When you begged for Gabriel back without saying a word, he was my gift to you. I can make him go away if you’d like. Things can be as they were.”

Fury coursed through her veins. “A
gift
?” When she tried pulling away, Luke grabbed her wrist. Cocoa sloshed over the rim of her cup. “You wanted him Bound for
your
benefit. Don’t try to spin this.”

Luke was near enough that his breath lent a bit of warmth to her cold lips. “And you used me to get well.”

“So what is it this time?” she asked. “What happens when I’m of
no
use to you?”

“I imagine the same thing that happened to me when Gabriel came for you.”

I left him,
she thought.
As soon as Gabriel was back, I just walked away.
Tentative, she tilted her head just enough to rest against Luke. “And if I say I should have stayed?” she asked. He jolted suddenly, his shoulder cracking against her chin.

“What’s—” she started, but a knock interrupted her.

“Go change,” he demanded. “Now.” He was already making his way to the door. He turned back to her, a finger raised for silence before he jabbed it toward his bedroom.

She raced down the hall and through the bedroom door. Just before it slammed, she splayed her fingers against the jamb, blocked it from closing. She pressed to the crack, gritting her teeth against the sting in her hand.

Luke had opened the door a few inches and then slid his boot up against it, double security for the thick chain lock. “. . . were supposed to report back, not bring me remains,” Luke was saying. She heard his soft curse at whoever was outside. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, is he
alive
?”

She bit her lip. Whoever was outside had brought a Sider. Kristen was sure of it.

The hinges creaked as her weight shifted, and Luke’s hand shot out behind him. She froze. He held up a single finger to keep her from moving. No other part of him acknowledged her in any way. For a few moments, his voice dropped too low for her to hear. “Take two others with you and go,” he said to the visitor through the three-inch gap. “Let me know who you see there.”

A muffled reply.

Satisfied, Luke closed the door and engaged the dead bolt. His other arm was still cocked back toward her, the finger held up. For a long moment he only stood, silent. Finally, he relaxed his stance. “You can come out,” he said, motioning to her as he took a seat on one of the bar stools.

“Where’s the Sider? Is he hurt?” she asked, rushing toward the door.

Luke grabbed her as she passed. “It wasn’t Sebastian.”

“You say that like he’s the only one who matters.” She dug in with her bare heels, straining against his grip. It was then that she noticed the strange smell. Wet smolder. “Let me go! I can dose him! Help him heal!”

“There’s no one out there anymore, Kristen.”

She stopped fighting.

“That Sider was burned terribly and suffering.” He met her eyes at the hurt sound that broke from her. “My demons took him away before you even made it out of the room.”

“Took him where?” she asked.

“To Eden. He’ll be out of his misery in minutes if she has an ounce of compassion in her.” Luke ran his fingertip around the rim of her abandoned mug.

The piece of mercy wasn’t like him. She didn’t trust it. “Why would you do that?”

“Eden’s Siders are still poisoning Upstairs. With the Bound so busy down here, maybe he’ll slip through, take out a few souls before they catch him.”

She dropped back onto the chair. The night had been too much. “Madeline’s really dead?” she asked. Luke nodded. “Maybe you should have saved her, instead,” she said, struggling to hide how distraught she was. “After all, she was loyal to you. Feeding you information. Why save me and not her, Luke?”

He went back to the mug, circling the rim. “Because you were enough,” he said. “And what I wanted.”

She watched his finger, the slow, calculated turn. Whatever plot Luke had set into motion, she wasn’t naïve enough to believe she was the endgame.

CHAPTER 19

S
ebastian was gone. Madeline, Vaughn, Erin. All the Siders she’d taken into her home. The Bound had destroyed them and burned down her house. Those should have been the things Kristen thought about as Luke pulled her down the street. But every time she tried to concentrate, the image that popped into her head was of the jar on her mantel, the tiny black monkey preserved in formaldehyde. “Petri. My monkey. They boiled him.”

Her voice sounded strange, even to her own ears. She’d been quiet in the town car Luke had summoned, but once it had dropped them off a block from his apartment, she couldn’t seem to stop talking. Luke’s grip tightened on her wrist at the words. “Yes. The dead monkey is gone, and we’re very sad. I got it the first ten fucking times you mentioned it,” he snapped.

“But they just burned him, and all my things, and they tore open that boy. He was on my lawn. And Petri. He was in a jar and— You told them about the ball, didn’t you?” He’d wanted to punish her. Have the Bound take out as many of her friends as possible in one fell swoop. “You bastard,” she said as she swung at him.

He hooked her wrist before her blow could connect. “The loss was great,” he said. “Take the grief inside you. It will make you stronger.”

“You did this to them!” she said.

His eyes caught the glare of a streetlight, red and burning. “Quite the opposite, my little orchid. All blame for this falls on the Bound
.
”

The fight ran out of her. “I don’t believe you.”

“No?” His laugh grated on her. “They aren’t fools. They’ve captured dozens of Siders and questioned them all as they learned how to turn them to ash. One spilled about your tinderbox. Fortunately, I, too, have my own sources. I just don’t torture Siders for information.”

Luke curled his fingers though hers. To any passersby they would look like a couple out for a stroll, but she winced at the tightness of his grip. When he spoke, she expected cruelty, for him to cut her deep while he knew she was fragile. Instead, he gently plucked a leaf from her sopping, tangled hair. “You
will
make the Bound pay, Kristen,” he promised.

He pressed her hand between his palms and rubbed. She could barely feel his touch, let alone any heat he generated. Her feet were numb in her heels, soaked with slush. She slipped her hand out of his without responding. They walked in silence, her heels crunching the salt scattered on the sidewalk.

Luke’s coat dropped over her shoulders. She looked up, surprised. “Put it on,” he said.

She slipped her arms into the sleeves. The thick leather wasn’t the best for warmth, but it cut the wind. Luke’s scent of spices filled her head.

As they walked the last feet to his apartment building, she watched him beside her. “There have to be others who survived. I need to go back.”

He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring into the shadows of an alley. His head dipped.

“Luke?” She shivered. “What is it?”

A shadow behind the Dumpster lengthened up the wall. vzyl It broke off and skittered up to the gutter, slipping onto the roof. It was followed by a dozen more. Kristen stumbled backward. “What the hell?”

“I’ve sent them to check. Don’t expect much.”

The shadows were his . . . minions or demons. Dark things. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Don’t.” He reached for her, but only to dig into the pocket of the coat for his keys.

She didn’t look at him as he pulled his hand out. “No,” she said. “Thank you for getting me out.”

Don’t thank him. He let the others be annihilated,
she thought.
I’m only here because of him,
her consciousness warred.
Don’t be stupid. He must have something to gain. You’re a toy to him.
She started to shake her head, but caught herself.
Hold it together
.

When they got up to his apartment, the usual draft of the penthouse had been banished, the heaters raging. Luke ran a hand through his wet curls and shook off the last of the snow melting into them.

“Stay here.” He headed down the hall to his bedroom without looking back.

She reached down, clawed open the straps holding on her shoes, and kicked them off. Stumbling toward the couch, she stripped the blanket off the back of it. A violent shiver made her teeth chatter.