I shook my head and crawled off the bed, wandering over to the closet. I'd always been of the belief that jealousy makes people do stupid things. Only Caleb knew why he'd done what he'd done. I guess now I knew the reason why, but I couldn't understand why he'd even come back here after everything he'd done. I'd run into him right outside my bedroom door and he was in a big-ass hurry to get away.
The last time I'd seen Caleb was the night before the Coven meeting. I knew he'd done it, heard what at least part of his motivation had been, but part of me still couldn't believe it. And I'd seen the damned video of him and Cyril together. Hell, I still had a hard time wrapping my mind around what Caleb had done. The one he'd loved and cherished for so long-the one he'd trusted above all others. He'd seemed to be dealing with everything okay, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before it really hit him that it was Caleb who was the cause of everything that had happened. The best donors available had fed him, and his wounds could no longer be seen on the surface, but his body was still damaged on the inside and needed to heal. His leg still hurt him more than he would acknowledge and he was weak from the blood loss and power drain.
As it was, if we'd been even hours later in finding him, Lucien would have been dead. Being taken from his own bed, impaled on a bed of spikes in the floor of a coffin, and then buried for over a week tends to take a lot of out of someone. It was still so soon after what had happened to him. He'd fed and then rolled over and crashed, mumbling that he was sorry he was so sleepy. Lucien had fallen into a deep sleep long before dawn had arrived. Knees to my chest, I leaned against the headboard, one hand on Lucien's head, thumb moving lightly back and forth over his forehead. A dream had ruined what could have been the most perfect day of sleep in a long while. I'd been staring into darkness for the better part of an hour, my mind restless. The soft light that illuminated the bed wouldn't bother Lucien, but it was a sudden shock to my eyes.
I sat up in bed and hit the switch on the headboard. Inc., PO Box 2545, Round Rock, TX 78680.įirst Torquere Press Printing: August 2007 Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher.Īll rights reserved, which includes the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever except as provided by the U.S. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
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