Forbidden, Tempted Series (Book 1) (24 page)

“Do you have a weakness?” Flint couldn’t believe she’d asked it.

He grew very still, just looking at her, and his eyes were a deep, deep blue, his irises nothing but a pinprick of inky black. But then she saw them change, glow a dull red, and her heart leaped into her throat.

“No,” he said, “I don’t.”

Shaking, feeling as if she were walking in a dream, she heard herself say, “Oh.” Terribly disappointed, she cleared her throat. “So what’s going to happen now, Cain? Will more hive jump me at school? Home?”

He shook his head. “Part of the treaty with the Order is that monsters can’t engage the humans in settings that will reveal us. If we do, we’re exterminated. So far the hive has stuck to the rules.”

“What are they after?” She rubbed her neck.

“Don’t know. That’s why we were sent here.” He leaned back again. “We know the hive have been kidnapping people.”

“Your mom told me about a serial murderer, was that them?”

He shrugged. “Probably. Can’t be sure. We don’t know what the hive’s doing or why they’re doing it. We do know they’re killing humans and getting sloppy.”

“So we go to school with hive, but you can’t do anything to them?” She gave him a confused look.

“Not on school grounds.” He forked his fingers through his hair, and she grinned when a hank of it spilled over his eye. “The second they leave campus, they’re gone. Fast as I am, strong as I am, I can’t get a trace on them. I’ve dealt with vampires before, but there’s something about them that makes them difficult to track. The few I’ve found have been following you.”

“And again it comes back to me. I wish I knew why.”

“Yeah.” His lips thinned. “So do I.”

She frowned. “So they won’t attack me in my home?”

“I’m not saying they won’t, princess, only that by the rules they shouldn’t. But you were attacked in my circus, which is as screwed up as it gets. That guard must have known she wouldn’t leave there alive. Doesn’t make sense,” he growled.

“I’m home alone most nights, Cain.”

His nostrils flared.

Remembering the slumber party, her lips turned down in a frown. “That night Janet and Rhiannon stayed over, I saw Rhi... do something. What is she? Is she just like you?”

Because she was pretty sure now that it hadn’t been a hallucination.

“No, they’re called
kanlungan
. Killing shadow.”

Her fingertips immediately went cold.

He must have noticed her reaction. “Did you see her kill?”

Nodding slowly, remembering each horrifying detail as if it’d just happened, she couldn’t speak.

Cain squeezed her thigh and the touch made her insides burn.

“This is a lot to digest. We should stop.”

Numb, she nodded. There was still so much she didn’t understand, so many more questions to ask, but at this point she wasn’t sure she’d retain more anyway. Her brain was having a terrible time processing the duality of her life—one that was normal and safe and boring, and the other one that crawled with monsters and creatures that defied belief.

“I have to go home,” she said.

“You shouldn’t stay alone anymore.”

She laughed. “I don’t know where you expect me to go!”

“I could send someone to guard you.”

Flint shook her head. “No. I don’t want a babysitter.”

“Then you’re staying at the circus.”

“My father—”

Cain still hadn’t moved his hand from her lap.

“Won’t know. He’ll be at the circus working. He has no idea what you’re doing in those hours he’s gone. You stay at the circus the nights he works.”

“He’ll know.”

He shook his head. “Not if you’re returned before he gets home. But the nights he doesn’t work, I
will
send someone to guard you. Right now you’re the only lead I’ve got to finding the hive.”

It sucked to hear that the only reason he was so concerned with her safety was because for whatever reason she was a beacon for the hive.

Before she knew it, they were headed back to Cain’s car.

They drove to her home in silence. She lifted a brow when she realized that he’d not asked for directions.

“So what now?” she asked when he parked in front of her unit.

His finger was on her face, making her shiver at the hot contact. “I’m going to get Eli and Seth to find out what’s going on with you. When your dad goes to work tonight, you tell him you want to go with him. Bring a small bag.”

It was all so methodical, like he was giving her a lecture, not like he cared at all.

“Fine.” She turned her face and grabbed the door.

“Princess,” he said softly.

She looked over her shoulder.

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“I’ll see you tonight, Cain.”

She grabbed her book bag and walked to her apartment, feeling as if the weight of the world were on her shoulders. Looking at the world through different eyes, everything looked more frightening, less vibrant. Where before there’d been color, now there was differing shades of gray.

Who’d believe her anyway?

E
ating dinner with her father was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Even though she was ravenous and ate three heaping plates of pasta, she couldn’t tell him anything. Not why she was pigging out, not why she was so clumsy tonight, dropping her fork and spilling her drink, and not that he should pack up his things and get out of there. As fast and far as possible.

But as much as she wanted him gone for his own safety, there were no thoughts whatsoever to her doing the same.

“You okay, Flinty?” He eyed her empty plate.

Stomach still not full, she sighed and pushed her plate away. “Fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.” He glanced at his watch and sighed. “Flinty, baby, something’s wrong.”

She shook her head, biting her lip. There would have been a time, not long ago, she’d have been overjoyed to have her father actually worrying about her. Giving him the biggest smile she could, which wasn’t much, she shrugged.

“Today was fine. Just, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

His brows dipped. “If you like, I can call Adam and see if there’s any way I could...”

“Dad, no”—she cut him off with a flick of her wrist—“I’m not asking you to stay home. I’d like to come with you. Hang at the circus.”

“Really?” He took a sip of his juice. “You won’t be bored?”

“I’ve got friends there. Abel and”—she thought of Rhiannon and had to force herself to not weird out—“and Janet. I’ll be fine.”

Standing, he gathered their dirty dishes and walked to the sink. “Yeah, that’d be nice actually. I mean you’ve already seen the routine, but if you don’t mind rewatching...”

Relieved, kind of sad, frustrated... all those emotions rolled through her. “Of course I don’t mind. Let me just pack an overnight bag.”

Turning on the tap, he gave her the look. The one that said if she planned to bunk with a boy forget about it.

“Dad, please. You think I’d try something under your nose like that?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I was your age once too. Don’t think I don’t know what goes through you kids’ minds at that age. Besides, Katy tells me she’s seen you hanging out a lot with Adam’s boys. Especially the older one.”

How would she know that
immediately popped into her head. She and Cain rarely hung out together, not in class, not in school. The only time they ever did was in the bunker, and even then it was rare.

“She’s crazy. I hate him.”

“Don’t call her crazy, and”—her father wasn’t stupid, his eyes were penetrating and far too knowing, but she raised her chin and gave him her best
don’t you trust me
look—“just be careful with him. I don’t trust that boy.”

She smiled, but what she really wanted to do was laugh hysterically. If only her father knew the whole truth, he’d really hate him then.

“Yeah, well.” She shrugged, pretending nonchalance. “That makes two of us.”

After heading to her room, she gathered whatever she could think of. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, all the things a girl could need to make sure she smelled decent in the morning. Then to keep up the façade of just hanging with her friends, she grabbed her book bag. If she was lucky, she’d actually manage to get some homework done. But she had no idea where Cain planned to take her.

Her stomach dived at the thought of being anywhere alone with him.

A half hour later her father called out, “Flinty, gotta go.”

“Coming,” she yelled, and with a nervous stomach and pockets full of last year’s Halloween candy, she followed him to the truck.

The circus was different than the first time she’d entered through the mysterious gates. Blue and green lights twinkled on tents, music poured out of loudspeakers as the entertainers stretched and limbered up for the show.

People were already milling in, parking and squealing excitedly at the thought of hanging out in a circus that catered to the damned.

Now that she knew, she found it completely ironic how honest their sign really was. Diabolique, circus of the damned. Cain had been right, when people didn’t want to see something, they wouldn’t.

Looking at the circus through new eyes, she stepped from the truck and studied the faces she thought she’d known. The jeweled-colored eyes of the performers, startling blue and neon greens. Not contacts.

She sucked in a breath as their smells bombarded her.

The green-eyed people smelled like dirt. Freshly turned dirt.

Blue eyes tended to smell more fresh. Like clean linen.

“Flint?” Janet grabbed her arm, startling her.

Janet pulled her in for a quick hug, her tiger-striped bodysuit glinting as a car’s headlights streamed in. A distinctive odor of char and smoke clung to her hair.

“Flint.” Her dad waved. “I’ve got to go and help warm the girls up before the show starts. You sure you’re okay?”

She nodded. “Fine, Dad.”

Then she turned to Janet, who was still staring at her with large, liquid-brown eyes.

Janet flicked a glance over her shoulder, then whispered, “Cain told me you guys spoke today.”

Flint turned her lips but didn’t say anything, terrified someone might overhear.

“You okay?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” She sighed, taking a step away from Janet, from the confusing feelings she felt at the moment.

And not to mention the tiniest tendril of fear at knowing Janet could kill the same way she’d seen Rhiannon do it. The door to Adam’s trailer opened and out stepped the man himself. His eyes homed in on her immediately, as if he was already aware she was there.

Her heart tripped.

He was a demon.

She looked at him, expecting to see his face melt into something horrifying and hideous. But his eyes were the neon blue she remembered, and his features were still as hard and devastatingly male as before.

“I’m sorry.” Janet held out her hands in a defenseless gesture, dragging Flint’s eyes away from the stare-down. “I hope you know that no matter what, I’m still the geek who’s in love with all things manga and wants to make lots of babies with Sam Heughan someday.” Her smile was tight. “And I’m still your friend.”

“Flint, that’s your name, right?” A deep voice she didn’t recognize spoke to her from behind.

Flint turned. It was one of the blond surfer twins. His hair was a golden palette comprised of many differing shades of blond. This was the closest she’d ever been to one of them. Always before she’d just looked at them from her spot at the lunch table.

Up close, she noticed he was a lot more handsome than she’d initially thought. He had razor-sharp cheekbones, impossibly thick lashes, and the bridge of his nose was slightly crooked. She sniffed. He smelled like the world after a hard rain.

“Yeah.” She switched her overnight bag to her other hand.

“If you would come with me,” he said, his voice cultured. The bark wasn’t in his words the way they were with Cain, and even though he was gorgeous to the nth degree, he didn’t make her body want to melt into a puddle at his feet.

He gestured for her to precede him.

Flint looked back at Janet. She wasn’t sure why, maybe just to be told it was going to be okay.

Janet’s smile was grim. “Adam’s only got me doing one run tonight. Maybe I’ll see you later?” She sounded hopeful.

Flint nodded, then looked at the Abercrombie & Fitch model. “Where are we going?”

“To Cain,” he said, and that was enough to make the crazy nerves and tension zing through her blood like electricity arcing through metal. “I’m Seth, by the way.”

She gave him her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Did you tell anyone?”

And she knew what he was really asking was had she talked to her father. “No. I’m not stupid. Besides, for all I know I’m still actually human.”

He smirked, and she noticed he had nice teeth. “You still eating like you did at lunch today?”

She paused to let a child carrying a red balloon zip around her. They walked past the ticket booth. Seth waved to a woman inside. Flint couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes tracked him. The woman’s eyes were brown, so probably not a monster. If she only knew what she was trying to flirt with, she’d probably run screaming in the other direction.

Or maybe not, because she sure wasn’t doing that.

“You caught that, huh?”

“Eli thinks he knows what’s going on with you.”

Her heart stuttered, and it was hard to swallow. “And what is that?”

He jerked his head. “I’ll let Cain tell you.”

Then he was leading her to a trailer at the farthest corner of the gated enclosure. Everywhere Flint looked, there were signs of life. The scents of cotton candy and funnel cake saturated the air, but she could still smell traces of corn from the field over and the trickle of human sweat and musk laced throughout.

Her sense of smell was definitely getting stronger.

They got to a silver-bullet-style trailer and Seth knocked. A second later, Cain stood in the doorway and heat pooled hard in her belly.

He was wearing a white A-shirt and low-slung jeans. Each hard line of his arms was exposed to her greedy gaze. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to glance up. Again, no sunglasses.