Enticed (5 page)

„And what are they?" I asked, looking at the ground, wil ing myself to pul it together.

He waited until I looked up at him and then he held my eyes. „How to get away."

When did Lincoln become concerned with getting away?
We were the stay-and-fight type.

He started walking towards his four-wheel-drive. I just followed.

What else are you going to do, Vi? Tell him you"re not up to it? Not likely.

-

We headed to the outskirts of the city to a national park. I changed into my running gear in the back seat when we stopped. Lincoln grabbed a couple of bottles of water and waited by the front bonnet, not once turning in my direction until he heard me get out and close the door behind me. Then we were off.

It was pretty crazy terrain. Not like running on a track of even a path of some description.

I knew that was why Lincoln had chosen it. It"s not like you get to choose your surface when an exile is running after you, but then again, if an exile is running after you, generally the best thing you can do is stop and fight. They"re almost always faster than us.

Half an hour into our unnaturally fast run I could feel myself sweating and my heart racing. Before I knew what was happening I tripped over a rock and went down. Lincoln, who had been cruising a few paces ahead, stopped and was at my side in an instant.

„Are you okay?" he asked, putting his hand on my back only to then quickly move it away.

„Yeah," I mumbled, brushing myself off, trying hard not to remember the last time I found myself lying face-down in the bush.

Lincoln"s eyes went wide, as if seeing me in a different light. „You"re not well," he said, putting his hand on my forehead, upset with me.

„I"m okay," I lied, but I couldn"t slow my breathing enough to be convincing.

„Why didn"t you say-„ but then he stopped, remembering who he was talking to. „You"re stil feeling the effects of last night."

I stood up, but had to lean on him a little. My arm and shoulder rested into his chest and I wanted to sink even further to let myself go. He supported me, as always, but I could feel he was keeping a distance.

Because of the kiss.

I closed my eyes briefly then took a step away.

„I"m goo, just a little tired. I can go on, just give me a minute."

He studied me for a moment, before giving me a small smile. „You know, I forgot the New Yorkers are arriving tomorrow. We"ve probably done fifteen K. that"s enough for today –

they"l want you fresh for tomorrow. How about we grab some dinner and I take you back to yours? I"m starving anyway.

He was giving me an out. I didn"t have to admit I wasn"t feeling good, or that I wasn"t up to it. I nodded, unable to say it out loud, knowing my agreement was still a semi-admission. Of course, he didn"t push it.

As we walked back to the car Lincoln paused at regular intervals. He mixed it up, stopping to do up his shoe or have a drink. Once, he even said he wanted to look at the view. Every time I knew he was doing it to giving me a moment to rest.

We detoured on the way back to mine to get dinner supplies. When Lincoln says we"ll just grab something on the way – he means grab something to cook. He isn"t big on takeaway and knows there is a zero likelihood of finding anything edible and in date at my place –

other than coffee and milk, that is.

Dad wasn"t home when we arrived, which was no surprise to either of us. Lincoln set about organising his ingredients and the kitchen. I think he"s actual y the only person who"d ever cooked a proper meal there. Dad and I are useless.

After I had showered and changed into clean sweats and a T-shirt I felt much better and sat down to a plate of grilled fish and vegetables with a lemon butter sauce. Lincoln, who had changed into a pair of jeans and fresh black T-shirt, poured me a Coke and grabbed himself his second beer.

„So I guess Griffin doesn"t need you tonight," I said, watching as he raised the bottle to his lips, the silver finish of his wristbands glinting under the down-lights. He never took them off anymore. He saw no point now. I was jealous he had the choice.

It was unlike him to have a second beer. Usually, he is so restrained. Just in case we got called out or something. He turned his full attention to me for the first time since I"d come back into the room. Something flickered across his face, his eyes staying on my wet hair.

„No. I think we"re in the clear. He"s out of town tonight anyway. He"s gone to pick up Magda."

Oh, great.

I just gave a nod. „So, did you tell Griffin about those exiles last night? About what they said and stuff?"

Lincoln took another sip. „Yeah, I fil ed him in on what happened. How"s your fish?"

„Good. Thanks."

Lincoln talked me through a few exercises he wanted to do over the coming weeks, I few could fit them into the schedule around school, the new Grigori timetable and hunting I nodded, happy to do whatever, as long as I would get t be around him.

I yawned when we started clearing away the plates and Lincoln took that as his cue, grabbing his keys. „You need to rest."

But before I could tell him not to leave, or he could say he was going, my phone rang.

„Hello," I answered.

„It"s Dapper," he snapped, gruffly. His hostility actually came through on the phone.

„Oh. Hi."

Where did he get my number?

„Listen, you wanted me to tell you lot when there was a problem – you got it. Get your asses down here. Now!" He hung up.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at it in horror.

„Who was that?" Lincoln asked.

I sighed. So much for rest. „Dapper. We have to go back to Hades."

„
Change is not made without inconvenience,

even from worse to better."

Richard Hooker

When we walked into Hades, I didn"t escape another look of disapproval from the same bouncer who had been there the night before. Clearly, I wasn"t dressing to his standards. I wondered what he would do if he were actually able to see the big-ass dagger hanging from my waist. Actual y, by the looks of him, he"d probably smile.

We made our way to the bar, while wasn"t easy. It was peak time and the place was packed with party-goers, who had already been drinking for a good few hours. Dapper was behind the bar serving. He was chatting to some random, having a laugh. When he saw us, his smile vanished and I actually heard him grunt.

Lovely.

„I"m too busy for this," he said to us, looking down to the other end of the bar that appeared surprisingly quiet. „I called your boss man. He gave me your number. You made him, you deal with him. Whatever you do, do it somewhere else."

We went to the quiet end of the bar and quickly discovered what was keeping it desolate.

I"m not sure if I smelled his foul smell or his foul words first. Either way, it wasn"t the first time that I had experienced them both. I looked at Lincoln. He rolled his eyes and went over to where Onyx was sitting. The closest table had two girls sitting at it and one of them was crying. I figured there was a good chance it was Onyx"s handiwork.

„Onyx, you have to leave," Lincoln called over the music.

Onyx looked up for a very brief moment. He was so drunk I didn"t know how he was managing to balance on the bar stool.

„Onyx!" I yelled, trying to get his full attention.

„You! You did this to me," he slurred.

„What?" I asked.

„Made me
this
. Nothing. Why didn"t you just send me back?"

The truth. At the time, I had no other choice. I was injured and I didn"t have my dagger.

He was going to kill me, so leaving him powerless had been my only option. But now, knowing the dagger difficulties I"d been having, the answer didn"t seem quite so simple.

Maybe I wouldn"t have been able to kil him, even if I"d been armed.

„Onyx, you"re human, not nothing. You got away with doing a lot of
really
horrific things.

You should be in jail or something, but you"re not. You should be happy to have another chance."

He said something obscene under his breath.

When I turned to Lincoln, he was already watching me, I tried to stay neutral, but he saw through me. I could never get anything past him.

„If you blame yourself for this, you"re crazy Violet." He put a hand on my shoulder.

„I don"t blame myself, I just know that he was supposed to be entitled to a choice. I took that from him. He wouldn"t be here now if it weren"t for me."

„Neither would we." He watched me for a moment longer, then we both looked over to Onyx, the problem we seemed to have inherited.

„You"re not going to be able to walk away are you?" Lincoln asked, but as he looked back at me, tilting his head slightly, he didn"t need my answer. Instead he just nodded.

„Come on," he said, heading towards Dapper.

„What are you going to do?"

He smiled. „Just watch out for flying glasses."

He wasn"t wrong. When Lincoln suggested to Dapper that Onyx spend a couple of nights in his staff flat, more than glasses were thrown. His ammunition consisted mostly of words, but there were also half a dozen limes, a pestle (without the mortar, thank God!) and half a bucket of ice. By the time he"d finished, the area around Lincoln had cleared to a good five-diameter, which was a fair space in a bar so full. Nearby, girls were squealing while guys were cheering Dapper.

„It"d only be for a night or two," Lincoln tried to reason, brushing ice shards out of his hair and patting down his clothes. A girl standing near him started to help, brushing her hand down his back. Lincoln turned around and she smiled sweetly. I rolled my eyes.

„Ah, thanks, I"ve got it," he said, stepping out of her reach. He turned back to Dapper and I was sure he purposely avoided my eyes. „We have nowhere else to send him. He"l behave himself. Wel , at least you"l be able to close him away upstairs. And … we"l owe you one?"

I didn"t think Lincoln had a chance when Dapper grabbed a cloth and started cleaning down the bar, ignoring him, I turned to walk away but Lincoln grabbed my hand. „Just wait a minute," he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, totally preoccupied with his hand that was still holding mine and was somehow burning a hole through me. Just as quickly he let it go without looking at me again. I bit my lip.

I didn"t think they could, but things are getting harder.

Sure enough, a few minutes later Dapper returned his attention to us.

„Two nights, no more. If he"s in the bar, he has to pay and if he gets drunk he has to go upstairs and … two night! That"s it!"

Stranger things have happened, and to me, but this was impressive. It seemed Dapper had a soft spot after all and it was the lovely Lincoln who brought it out in him. Steph was going to have a field day theorising this one.

We helped a very ungrateful, but thankfully unaware, Onyx upstairs and into the staff flat.

It was a studio with a sofa that folded out to a bed and a little kitchenette. Plain but nice. The staff clearly didn"t use it much since everything was stil in good condition.

Lincoln and I contemplated trying to get Onyx into a shower or at least undressed for about a millisecond before we both held back the gag reflex and dropped him on the fold-out bed. There are some things that even the best of us cannot do.

As we made for the door, Onyx flopped over onto his back and laughed his high-pitched cackle. „He"l come for you, you know."

Lincoln spun around so face he was back beside Onyx in a flash. „What are you talking about?"

„Not talking about you."

I had a bad feeling about this. „
Who
is coming for me?" I asked, staying by the door.

„Last time I saw him, he was only interested in two things. Funny, I think between the two of you, they are also the two things that interest
you
the most."

„When did you see him?" I asked, not needing clarification. The hairs on my arms prickled and a thrill ran through me. I didn"t know if it was dread or anticipation. Phoenix.

„Just before he left. He found me, brought me some whisky." He gave an over-exaggerated nod and almost rolled each word.

„To know what I knew about the Scriptures and … you."

I took a step towards him. I wanted to know more. But Lincoln pulled me back.

„You"re insane Onyx." Lincoln looked at me. „He doesn"t know what he"s talking about. He just wants to upset you. Phoenix is gone. Let"s go."

I nodded for Lincoln benefit and let him lead me out even though I felt like our exit was premature. Before I closed the door, I turned back to see Onyx watching me, grinning stupidly.

Why are we helping this guy again?

„
We learn that there are in the Creation, Beings – perhaps
very numerous – both good and evil."

Richard Whatley

In the morning, I wiped the steam from the mirror in the bathroom only to wish I hadn"t. By the time Lincoln dropped me home it was close to 2 am and since I needed to be at the airport by six to welcome the new Grigori, my sleep time had been seriously cut short. Plus, what sleep I did actually get had felt restless with a familiar dream.

Dressed shabbily in the only school clothes I could find – that is, from the floor – I set about making my first coffee on what promised to be a high-caffeine-content day. I gulped the first one down and was in the process of making a second cup, simultaneously wringing out my still wet hair, when Dad came out of his room dragging a large suitcase.

„Morning, sweetheart," he said, as he parked the suitcase by the front door and came over to give me a signature kiss on the top of my head. His face was warm and soft – just shaved.

„Is that for me?"

I looked down at the coffee I"d just made. „Sure," I said, handing it over and setting about making another. „I didn"t think you were leaving until tonight."