Mia's Return (13 page)

Wyatt ground the heel of his hand into
his eye socket. “I can’t.”

“You have to be the one to do it. She
was touching your heart. I saw her hand on your chest. You have to
push the knife home. You know the law better than I do.”

A mild wind pushed chilled flakes of
snow across Mia’s face and she looked up. The clearing around the
trees was suddenly full of cloaked elves, none of them in human
dress. Seaveth had said she’d called “others”. These elves were the
others, called so swiftly they’d had no chance to dress in human
clothing or disguise their elven features. They quickly oriented
themselves and turned to face the threat, their backs to Wyatt and
Alexander.

The Grimoré shadows withdrew even
further.

Mia turned back to Wyatt, her first
priority, and followed an instinct. She stretched her arms around
his shoulders and hugged him from behind, barely able to get her
arms around him. “That thing is not Julie. You have to let her go.
Just get your knife out. Take out your knife, Wyatt.”

He moved sluggishly. Slowly he dug the
black, ugly knife from an inner pocket of his coat. He gripped it,
his knuckles white. The creature on the ground saw it and began to
plead. “Wyatt, what are you doing? It’s me, Julie! Please, you
wouldn’t do that to me, would you? What are you doing? Wyatt, I
love you!”

“That creature doesn’t know the first
thing about love.” Alexander spoke softly, with barely any
inflection. “Kill it, and you’ll see.”

Mia hugged him hard. “You need to let
her go.”

He glanced at Mia, sharp and hard,
sucking in a breath. With a convulsive movement, he brought the
knife up then buried it in the creature’s chest and twisted it. The
creature squealed, turning gray, then black, then disintegrating
into ashes. A cloud of black, foul-smelling smoke billowed
upward.

Wyatt slumped to the ground, tired and
defeated and careless of the snow. Alexander sat next to him,
pulling Mia onto his lap so that all of them were touching
shoulders. The first trinity stayed around them, guarding them.

“It’s not what you’ll become after the
bonding that you should fear,” Alexander said. He pointed to the
smoke. “You won’t become a monster like that. And you won’t become
a monster like me.”

Wyatt flinched. “You’re not—”

“You called us monsters. After what
happened to Julie—the real Julie—you were entitled to. But the
bonding won’t make you one of us. The real monsters are out there.”
Alexander lifted his chin to indicate the shadows out among the
trees. “Those are what you should fear the most. The Grimoré
running amok among humans.”

“Blackmail,” Wyatt said hoarsely.

Alexander shook his head. “Can’t you
see the bonding is a doorway to the light? You’ve been wandering in
the dark for so long you can’t recognize happiness when it kicks
you in the ass?”

Wyatt blinked.

Mia smiled. “You said it yourself,
Wyatt. You were so filled with anger most of the time you shake
with it. Don’t you want to live a different way?”

Wyatt still seemed dazed.

Alexander made a frustrated sound. He
leaned around Mia, took Wyatt’s face in his hands and kissed him.
It was no light peck despite their audience and Mia licked her
lips, her body responding to the sight of Alexander and Wyatt
locked in a deep, thorough kiss.

Wyatt moaned softly as Alexander let
him go. Alexander kissed Mia, his tongue sweeping across hers and
she could taste Wyatt too. She sighed.

Alexander rested a hand on each of
their shoulders. “I love you both. I want you both. Even without
the bonding I would have worked to find a way to make sure you
stayed in my life.”

“Okay,” Wyatt whispered. “No more
anger. I get it. I’m still scared spitless but this time I get it.
Let’s go back and get this done.”

Zachariah dropped to a crouch next to
them. “Sorry to eavesdrop but vampire hearing and all…plus, you
don’t have time. Have you guys bonded physically? Alexander?”

“Yes,” Alexander said flatly.

“We’ll have to risk it,” Zack said.
“Finish the bonding here. While we guard you. I don’t like those
shadows. If we try to move you from here, they might try something
fancy.”

Mia could feel herself blushing clear
to her hairline. “You don’t mean…”

“Just the blood, Mia,” Alex said
softly, pulling back the sleeve of his coat.

“Hide what you’re doing,” Zack hissed.
He picked up Mia’s arm and pushed back her sleeve. “I’m just going
to get your blood flowing,” he warned. “Don’t worry, you’ll like
it.”

He bit into her wrist and hot, erotic
sensations flooded her. She moaned and heard the arousal in her
voice. Zack grinned and gave her wrist to Wyatt. “Take care of her,
you lucky dog.” He moved back to his post.

Wyatt looked down at her wound.

“Drink,” she said. “It doesn’t
hurt.”

She felt him draw blood into his mouth.
For long seconds he held it there, then swallowed. He drew in a
breath and let it out. Silently, he handed her wrist to Alexander.
He held out his other arm, showing two puncture marks, bleeding
freely.

Wyatt bent over the punctured wrist and
sucked deeply, drawing in the vampire blood. This time he did not
hesitate to swallow. He sat up and licked his lips, his gaze
locking with Alexander, as the vampire raised Mia’s wrist to his
mouth.

Alex smiled. “Trying to shame me,
hunter?”

“Yes.” Wyatt laughed and sat back on
his hands, relaxed and at peace.

Alexander drew in a mouthful of Mia’s
blood. She could feel it flow but there was no pain, for the
masking drug injected by Zack’s bite was still active. He lingered
over her wrist and pulled away with effort. When he looked up, his
eyes were black.

He turned to Wyatt. “Your turn.” His
voice was thick with lust. Animal lust.

She shivered.

Wyatt straightened and brought up his
arm but Mia caught at his sleeve. “No, wait, Alex. I think he
should open it himself. With his knife. It seems right,
somehow.”

Alexander’s eyes were black but she
could see the mind behind them still working. He nodded. “I’ll show
you where,” he told Wyatt. He drew a line with his fingernail on
his inner arm, crossing a minor vein. “Here.”

Wyatt pulled out his iron knife. “Does
it matter that I’ve just had this inside a demon? Shouldn’t I
sterilize it or something?”

“I think it
should
be used just
like it is,” Mia said. “It makes it more powerful.”

Wyatt drew the tip across his wrist
where Alexander had indicated. Immediately blood welled and
dripped, but it was a minor wound. Just enough to draw blood.
Alexander’s instincts were accurate.

“Ladies first.” Wyatt held out his
wrist.

There was a screaming squeal from the
tree line and a clash of weapons meeting. Mia jumped. Around them,
the elvish skirmish lines rippled as they focused on the attack at
the tree line.

“They’ve figured out what you’re
doing,” Zack called. “Finish it.”

She picked up Wyatt’s wrist, fastened
her lips over the wound and sucked. Blood spilled into her mouth.
Too much of it but it was too late. She made herself swallow.

Alex took Wyatt’s arm and bent over the
wrist. She could see him sucking at the wound, drawing too much.
She pummeled at his shoulder. “Let him go, Alex.
Alex
!”

He snapped upright, swallowing and
wiped at his lips. His eyes were all black.

“The Grimoré are about to attack. You
have to snap out of it,” Mia told him. “Give me the odds of us
getting out of this to the nearest two decimal places.”

He glanced around. “Zero point zero
two, with the elves.” He shook his head, clearing it. His eyes
returned to blue and he looked at her. “How did you know?”

“I heard a story once….” She smiled.
“Long story. Come on.” Wyatt was there, helping her.

“He calculated our odds at just under
even?” Wyatt murmured. “He can do that?”

“I wouldn’t speak those odds too
loudly,” Mia responded. “He was caught by the taste of your
blood.”

“Blood trance. I didn’t see it.”

“His eyes give it away.” They got him
to his feet. “Damn, that snow was wet.” She brushed off her coat
and looked at Alexander as he shook his head again. “Ready?”

He bent, picked up his knife and
straightened. “Now I am.”

Seaveth looked over her shoulder. “Well
done, Shamira,” she said warmly. “Is your trinity ready to go?”

“Yes, we’re ready.”

“Hey, look who’s here to gloat,”
Zachariah called softly. “Ol’ Helidoro himself.”

An impossibly tall dark shadow hovered
at the park entrance, eyes glowing red.

“Gang’s all here,” Lindál murmured. He
raised his chin and let the snow fall on his face for a moment.
“Time to party.” He tucked his hair behind his pointed ears, flexed
his shoulders and settled into a fighting stance that radiated
menace.

Seaveth glanced over her shoulder
again. “If your trinity would join us in the ranks, we will
begin.”

Mia turned to Wyatt and Alexander. “I’d
better quit my job in San Diego, hmm?” She kissed them both
quickly. Fiercely. “Don’t get dead, or I’ll be very pissed.”

Wyatt grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

Alexander laughed. “And she throws
things when she’s pissed.”

“Learn Spanish, right?” Wyatt headed
for the space between Lindál and Zack. He nodded at them and spun
the iron knife before settling between them. Mia stepped between
Zack and Seaveth. She took out the Glock and checked the rounds
left.

“Hey, that’s my gun!” Zack said.

“It’s a very good gun,” she said
coolly. “Do you have more bullets for it?”

Zack’s jaw dropped.

“Zack, give her the other clips,”
Seaveth said with a snap to her voice.

Zack dug in his coat and flipped two
spare clips over to her, one at a time. Mia nodded her thanks and
tucked them into her pocket.

Seaveth’s voice washed over them.

“Two trinities, united. The first of
the Grimoré confront us. We can defeat them, with the elves beside
us. The prophecies tell us we will live through this and see a
third trinity form sometime in the future. So stay calm, stay
together and we will win through to the dawn.”

Mia couldn’t help but look back over
her shoulder. She saw Alex and Wyatt do the same. She smiled,
knowing they were thinking the same thing.

The three of them had already reached
the dawn.

Letting go is sometimes the only gift love has
left to give.
Sera arrives in New York to help Lindál, but a vampeen
attack brings her face to face with two men and changes her life
forever.
Diego Savage lives up to his name. Cynical, rebellious and a
womanizer, he doesn’t believe in the trinities at all. Only a
handful of people know the truth about his scarred heart and
terrible past, and it would take a miracle for him to change. A
miracle, or someone like Sera with her special gift.
Blake Harvey, dedicated NYC police lieutenant, takes one look at
the tall, supple woman with the crystal blue eyes and glowing skin
and knows his life is about to change in ways he can’t even define,
but his body is already responding to with a power that is hard to
deny.
The bonding has begun...
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Taylor Yates is fired for insisting the 5
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This is the first book in the Kiss Across Time
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Book 2: Kiss Across Swords
Book 3: Kiss Across Chains
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