Authors: Rebecca Zanetti
Marked (29 page)
Epilogue
Six years later
Hope Kayrs Kyllwood snapped her fingers and turned the sky a light blue. She wrinkled her nose and then changed the hue to a darker blue that made the yellow sun seem brighter. Yeah. That was better.
A bubbling stream wound next to a grassy bank, so she added a bunch of flat rocks around.
The forest behind her remained green and quiet, so she took a moment to sit on a rock and wait. A few pink birds hopped by her feet, and she waved at them.
The second he entered the forest, she straightened. Her hands smoothed down her new jeans, and she hoped her new sweater fit nice. She’d received both for her birthday the day before. The blue of the sweater matched the prophesy marking on her neck.
When he strode out of the trees, she straightened. Wow. He was a lot taller than she’d expected. Even so, she stood bravely to meet him.
His head swiveled left and right, and he crouched low as if waiting for a strike.
“Um, you’re safe here,” she called out.
He glanced up at the sun, which shone off his black hair and brought out the many strands of red woven throughout.
“The sun won’t burn you.” She clasped her hands together, wondering if she should’ve waited another year before meeting him. But seven was a lucky number, and she’d just turned seven. “I promise.”
He frowned and stalked toward her like one of the shifter boys about to pounce on each other. When he reached her, she had to stop herself from stepping back.
“You’re super tall,” she breathed.
He looked down. “I’m seven.”
“Me too”.
He shook his head. “You’re too small for seven”. His voice was nice, and he smelled like the trees. This close, she could see the purple ring surrounding his dark green eyes. Pretty. Very pretty.
“I’m seven,” she repeated. Maybe she should stand on one of the rocks.
He glanced at the sun again. “Am I dreaming?”
She sighed. “No. I mean, not really. Well, you’re kind of asleep, but not completely.” She didn’t understand how it worked, but someday she would. When she was older and studied all those big books of Great-Uncle Kane’s.
“Okay. Who are you?” the boy asked.
Oh yeah. She held out a hand like her teacher, Sarah, had taught her. “I’m Hope. I’m a vampire”.
He blinked. “You’re a girl”.
“Yes.” She smiled. He was quite smart.
He scratched his chin and then shook her hand, keeping his grip super gentle. “I’m Drake, son of Dayne. I’m a Kurjan”.
“Oh. I’m daughter of Zane.” She hadn’t learned that way of saying her name. “Hey. Our daddy’s names rhyme.”
He smiled and let go of her hand. “Yeah”.
What a very nice smile.
He pointed toward a big rock in the center of the stream. “What’s that?”
She didn’t need to look to see the large green book lying on the rock. “That’s my book”.
“What’s in it?” he asked, squinting to see better.
“Dunno.” Someday the book would open for her, but she wasn’t ready yet. “Maybe it’s our book”.
He coughed. “I doubt it. We’re enemies”.
She shook her head, her hair flying. “Only if we want to be. I don’t wanna be.” She patted his big arm.
He looked at the book, then at her hand on his arm, and finally at the sun. “Then what are we?”
A bird screeched in the forest, and he jumped, putting himself between the noise and Hope. A waddling cockatoo slid out from behind a tree, and Drake relaxed.
Hope smiled. He had wanted to protect her. That was good. Although she’d protect him, too. She waited until he looked back at her. “Want to walk by the stream and feel the sun?” she asked.
He cleared his throat. “Okay.”
They started to walk, and before long, Hope slid her hand into his. “You asked what we are.”
He glanced down at their joined hands and then up at the grassy trail in front of them. “Yes”.
“How about we be friends?” She held her breath, making sure not to trip on small rocks as they walked.
He was quiet for several steps. Finally, he nodded and tightened his hold on her hand. “Okay. Friends”.
The air whooshed out of her lungs. Happiness filled her, and she gave a little hop. “That’s good. Okay. Because you and me, Drake?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re gonna change the world”.
Please read on for a sneak peek at Book 1 in a new related series, the Realm Enforcers, coming next June.
Chapter 1
Kellach Dunne held his fire at bay and turned the corner, keeping his prey in sight. Rain smattered the concrete sidewalk in a weary Seattle fashion, while garish lights from bars and massage parlors marred the comforting darkness of the midnight hour. He stepped over the legs of a bum and ignored the stench of piss, absently wishing for his bed and a good night’s sleep.
Instead, he’d left his Harley parked in a side alley to follow the bastard who stalked a woman through the city’s underbelly.
The woman scurried ahead, glancing over her shoulder, her instincts obviously kicking in. Her tight neon blue minidress hampered her movements, but he could appreciate the outfit. The kind that curved in just under the ass . . . and the woman had a hell of an ass. Too bad she tottered in her five inch heels—and from what smelled like Fireball.
He opened his senses to the night and the universe, scenting what humans couldn’t even imagine. Yep. Fireball and tequila. Dangerous combination. Although a lingering scent, just under the surface, sped up his blood.
Woman. Fresh and clean . . . all woman.
The man ahead of him stank of body odor, cheap cologne, and cigarette smoke. And something else, something that made Kellach’s temples pound.
Damn it, hellfire, and motherfucker.
The bastard had taken the drug. The human had somehow ingested the drug right under Kell’s nose.
Kell had hung out in the Seattle underground bar for nearly a week, and somehow, the dealer had gotten past him. No wonder the human was hunting the woman. He wouldn’t be able to help himself.
She broke into a run.
Surprisingly agile on those heels as she reacted to the imminent danger, she leaped over a mud puddle and turned down a barely lit alley.
Why the fuck did they always run down an alley? Shaking his head, Kellach increased his strides while the human male in front of him did the same. Idiot didn’t even know Kellach was tracking him.
The woman ran by two overflowing Dumpsters, a couple of garbage cans, a cardboard box housing a vagrant who smelled like pot, and an odd arrangement of yellow flowerpots perched on the back stoop of a porn shop.
The woman reached the end of the alley, found herself blocked by a brick building, and whirled around.
Gorgeous. The moonlight slanted down through the clouds, highlighting a stunning face. Even with a ridiculous amount of blue eye shadow, pink blush, and bright red lipstick, the woman was a looker. Deep blue eyes, the color of the witching hour, stared out from a fine-boned face.
A woman like that not only didn’t belong in a fucking alley . . . she didn’t belong in the bar she’d just left.
The human male slowed and let out a low chuckle that sounded slightly manic. He towered over the woman, even in her heels, and before Kell’s eyes, his shoulders seem to broaden in his flannel shirt. “Looks like you’re at a dead end,” the guy said.
The woman sucked in air, her chest moving nicely with the effort. “Wh-what is wrong with your eyes?”
The human shrugged.
Yep. His eyes should be all sorts of fucking crazy at this point. The skin down Kell’s arm sprang to life, and the hair rose in warning. The atmosphere changed.
Flames, morphing and an unhealthy dark blue, danced down the human male’s right arm. He gasped and shook out his wrist. Then he threw back his head and laughed. “Did you see that?”
The woman gaped and then slowly shook her head. “Did you just set your arm on fire?”
“No. I am fire.” He held out his arm again, and flames licked down.
The woman inched to the side of the alley and stumbled over a loose brick. “What drug are you on?” Her focus narrowed to the guy’s eyes as she regained her footing.
“Who cares? I’m invincible, and I can create fire.” More flames danced. The guy formed a ball in one hand. “Take off the dress, or I’ll burn it off.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Kell said, moving to the other side of the woman.
The guy whirled around, fire whipping. “What the hell?”
“Been following you.” Kell kept his hands loosely at his sides while fighting back the urge to alter matter with quantum physics and create his own fire. Just being in the same vicinity as another fire starter, one who didn’t have a clue what to do, made him itchy. “Get lost, lady. I have business with the gentleman here.”
The guy squinted. “You Australian?”
Kell drew himself up. Australian? Fucking moron. “No. Move. Now.” He spoke the order for the woman, who’d frozen in place.
The guy shook his head. “If she moves, I’ll burn her. Even through the rain, I’m all powerful.”
“Wh-what’s your business?” asked the woman as she took a tentative step along the building. Water sloshed up her shapely leg, and she had to shove wet hair away from her face.
“Doesn’t concern you.” Kell angled deeper into the alley so the guy would have to partially turn to keep him in sight, thus giving the woman a chance for freedom. Rain spattered into his eyes. “Just get moving, would you?”
“No.” The guy shook out both hands, and fire danced. Blue and yellow stripes cut paths through his brown eyes, and red bloomed in the white parts. “I’ll kill you both.”
Kellach sighed. “How much of the drug did you take?” If the guy had only taken half a dose, he might live.
“The whole damn thing.” The guy spun around, and plasma fire shot into a Dumpster, ripping a hole in the metal. “They’d said I’d be a god. I’m a fucking god.”
The woman cringed back against the brick building. “I don’t understand. What kind of a weapon throws fire?”
Kell shot forward and slid an arm around the guy’s neck, spinning him into a headlock, their backs to the woman. Fire burst along the guy’s arms, burning Kell. Pain dug under his skin. With a low growl, Kell allowed his own fire free. Deep and green, it crackled along his body, shielding him from harm. With a puff of smoke, Kell’s fire quelled the human’s.
The human convulsed. Hard and fast, he shook against Kell, who held him upright. It was too late to help the guy—he had taken too much. Way too much. A wretched scream spilled from the human’s throat.
Kell released him and stepped back.
The guy fell to the wet ground, still convulsing. Red poured from his ears, his eyes, and then his nose. He hit hard, shook, and then went still. His eyes retained the bizarre colors as he looked sightlessly up at the cloudy night. The rain mingled with blood across his face.
Kell sighed and pushed wet hair out of his eyes. He needed to get rid of the body and then somehow convince the woman she hadn’t just seen what she’d just seen. Plastering on his most charming smile, he turned around and froze.
“Seattle PD. Freeze, asshole,” she whispered, her stance set, a Glock 22 in her hands and pointed at his head.
Detective Alexandra Monzelle kept her balance on the ridiculous heels and her gun pointed at the definite threat.
Well over six feet tall, muscled, graceful as hell . . . the guy facing her showed no fear. No emotion, really. Black hair fell to his broad shoulders, the darkness a perfect match for his eyes. Chiseled face, huge-ass hands, and feet big enough to waterski on. Yet he moved with the smoothness of a trained soldier.
He lifted one dark eyebrow. “Seattle Police Department?”
She nodded and tried to keep from shaking from the chill in the air on her bare skin. Way too much bare skin, but she’d been undercover. “Get on your knees.”
Intrigue leaped into his glittering eyes. “Not garing ta happen.”
Was that a true Irish brogue? It fit him somehow. “I will shoot you.”
He shrugged a massive shoulder beneath a leather duster. “’Tis your choice, lass.”
Did he just fucking call her
lass
like some lady from a century ago? “Oh no, Irish boy. Get on your knees—now.” She put every ounce of command into her voice that she possessed.
lass
like some lady from a century ago? “Oh no, Irish boy. Get on your knees—now.” She put every ounce of command into her voice that she possessed.
“Well, now. At least ya knew I was from Ireland.” He glanced down at the dead man and his foot slid forward as if to kick him. Then, apparently changing his mind, he focused on her again and smiled. “As opposed to Australia.”
Okay. She really didn’t want another body on her hands, but in the dress and heels, she was at a physical disadvantage. The last thing she wanted was to spend all night filling out more paperwork than had already been created. “Down. Now.”
He cocked his head to one side. “I can’t help but ask where you were keeping your weapon.” His gaze, dark and intense, roved over her entire body.
Tingles. Damn weird and very unwelcome tingles cascaded wherever his gaze landed. She might just have to shoot the bastard and fill out the paperwork anyway. “I don’t want to shoot you, but I can live with the decision. So get on your knees or say a quick prayer to your Maker.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “I don’t suppose you have backup coming?”
No. Her backup had followed the dealer. She shook her head to provide warning and lowered her aim to his right leg. “I guess losing one leg won’t kill you.”
His focus returned to her. “You shoot me, and we’re going to have a problem.” He spoke slowly and clearly, without a hint of distress.
A chill wandered down her back. The man was damn serious . . . and damn scary. Yet she couldn’t let any fear show. So she sighed and tightened her arms to shoot. “If you’d just get on your knees, this night would go so much more smoothly.”
“Say
please
.”
please
.”
She blinked. Seriously? Hell, if it got him to cooperate, she’d chirp a Haiku. “Please.”
“As you wish.” Graceful as any dancer, he dropped to his knees. Water splashed up.
Funny, but the guy didn’t seem any less dangerous. She cleared her throat. “Cross your ankles.”
He sighed and crossed huge-ass boots. “Why were you trapping this guy?”
Her handcuffs were in her purse in the bar, and she hadn’t had a chance to grab it before rushing out so the guy would take the bait. Her gun, on the other hand, had been strapped to her inner thigh. “Clasp your hands together on the back of your head.”
He kept her gaze and clasped his hands on that thick black hair. His shirt pulled tight over defined muscles in his chest, and now he seemed more in control of the situation than ever. “You don’t have cuffs.”
Yep. Might just have to shoot him. “My partner will be here soon.” God. She hoped Bernie would be there soon.
“Aye, I’m sure.” The man glanced at the body. “Do you know how he died?”
“Overdose.” Duh. “What’s your name?”
“Kellach.” He lifted both eyebrows. “What’s yours?”
“Detective Monzelle.” Everyone called her Lex. Between waning of the adrenaline rush, the chilly rain, and her aching arms, the gun became heavy. Yet she didn’t twitch. “What do you know about the drug?”
“What drug?” The man’s eyelids half-closed as if she were boring him to sleep.
Man, she’d like to plug him one in the leg just to get his attention. “You asked about the drug. It’s too late to play dumb.”
He shrugged.
“Okay, then how about explaining all of that fire. Did you douse yourself with some weird accelerant?” She couldn’t quite come up with a reasonable explanation for the strange glow along both his and the corpse’s skin, so he’d better damn well explain. “Where’s the weapon?”
“No weapon. It’s a chemical that looks like fire but obviously isn’t.”
True—no burn marks marred his skin or the dead guy. So who was Kellach? Was he a rival dealer or something else? He wore a leather duster, flack boots, and faded jeans. Motorcycle gang member?
His head lifted, and his nostrils flared just like a German shepherd she’d seen scouting for drugs once.
Two long shadows mingled along the alley floor, and two men drew nearer. Deep blue flames morphed along the arm of one of the guys. More of the damn weapons?
“Ballocks,” Kellach muttered before launching himself off the asphalt and right at her. He cleared the dead body, wrapped his arms around her, and tackled her to the ground. One hand cushioned her head, while a rock-hard arm banded around her waist and kept her from injuring, well, anything. He rolled, released her, and jumped to his feet in front of her.
The scent of salt, ocean, and pine surrounded her.
No way. No fucking way should he have been able to move so quickly when she’d had him contained on his knees.
She scrambled up and kicked off the heels. Shit. She still held her gun in her hand. Despite being one of Seattle’s most dedicated cops, she was acting like a fucking rookie.
“Gentlemen?” Kell asked, his stance casual. “Can I help you?”
The guy with the blue arm glanced down at the corpse and hissed. “We came to help Charlie.” His face contorted and turned an ugly red. “You killed him.”
“No. The drug he took killed him.” Kellach’s stance widened. “How much of the drug did you take?”
Lex peered around the solid brick of a man toward the two guys. The light illuminated them from behind, so she couldn’t see their eyes. What was Kell seeing?
“Enough to be a god.” The first guy lifted his hand and threw what looked like a ball of fire at Kellach.
A massive fireball instantly crackled from Kellach’s hand, and he threw it toward the other ball. They smashed into each other with an unholy bellow of steam, fire, and energy. Kellach’s ball encircled the other ball and snuffed it out before disappearing.
What the holy fuck? They did have some new weapon that threw fire, and she hadn’t had a chance to frisk anybody.
Lex slid to the side to keep all three men in sight while lifting her weapon. “Everyone get down on your knees.”
Kellach shook his head. “Not again. Just stay out of the way, darlin’.”
Oh. He. Did. Not. She focused the gun on him.
The first guy shot again, and fire slammed her way. She pivoted, turning and catching her foot in a pothole. As she started to go down, another ball flew toward her head.
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