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Kiss The Night Goodbye (Nikki & Michael #4) - Page 26/31

"Get a blanket,” Michael said, releasing her hand.

She opened the nearest door, but the room wasn't empty. A man and a woman were on the bed, having sex. Nikki averted her gaze, grabbed one of the blankets that had been thrown onto the floor, and hastily exited. If the squeak of the bedsprings was anything to go by, the man didn't even miss a beat. Michael was kneeling beside the distressed woman. Nikki stopped beside him and eased the blanket around the woman's trembling body. She didn't react. Didn't speak.

"Traumatized.” He glanced up at her, his expression neutral. Only his voice hinted at the fury she could feel inside him as he added, “She walked into the middle of it."

"It's amazing she's still alive."

"Not really.” His fingers went to the woman's neck, catching the silver chain and pulling it around to the side, revealing a large silver cross. “Dunleavy had already been weakened by silver, so he probably wouldn't have wanted to risk getting close to it just yet."

"Which reminds me.” She dug into her pocket and pulled out the small chain and cross she'd given him long ago. “You'd better put this back on."

He opened his hand, and she placed the cross into his palm. His skin didn't react to it—he'd been wearing the cross for some time now and had developed a certain amount of immunity to silver because of it. He put it on, then caught her hand and kissed her fingers. “I thought it had been lost when Dunleavy snatched me."

"You're remembering?"

"Bits and pieces.” His gaze went back to the woman, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Energy caressed the link. Obviously, her latest attack on the runes on his back had finally yielded some decent results.

"Dunleavy was in slug form when she walked in. There were two others in the room—one a man, unmoving, frozen, and the other a woman. Dunleavy was suckling the sole of the woman's feet, while part of him used her sexually, and the rest tore her apart.

Nikki closed her eyes, but it didn't stop the horror that crawled through her mind. Her stomach churned, and bile rose. She swallowed, thrusting away the violent images and fighting to remain calm. Even so, her hands were shaking as she knelt down beside him. The woman didn't even react when Michael's fingers moved from her neck to her forehead. “Dunleavy made her stand there and watch as he finished his bloody task,” he said softly. “Then he made her watch as he shifted to his true form and drank every drop of life from the man."

"Why do that, then let her go?"

"Dunleavy feeds on emotion as much as blood. Forcing her to watch him tear apart the woman then drain the man gave him a triple hit of fear."

"So why let her go?"

"He was probably too bloated to kill her. Besides, as I said, there was the silver." She very much suspected Dunleavy had left this woman alive because he had other plans for her. “Can you help her? Or at least block her memories?"

He blew out a breath. “I don't know. Dunleavy's control runs deep, and my telepathy is just coming back."

He raised his other hand. Touching the fingers of both hands to either side of the woman's temples, he closed his eyes. Silence fell, broken only by the woman's rapid, gasping breath. But the link was far from quiet. It burned with power. Burned with the force of his words, as he battled to gain mastery over the woman's mind.

After a while, he dropped his hands. “I've done what I can. I cannot erase the lock Dunleavy's magic has on her self perception, but I've erased her immediate memories."

"What did you replace them with?"

As if in answer, the woman looked up. Her face was tear streaked, eyes huge and fear-filled. But her body no longer shook with such intensity, and the sense of deep shock was already retreating from the blue of her eyes.

"Did you get that goddamn snake?"

"Yes,” Michael said softly. “We did. But I'm afraid you won't be able to use the room again for a while, as we created a bit of a mess."

She shuddered. “Don't you be worrying about that—I ain't ever going back into that room. That thing was a monster. It might have kin living in the walls."

In the walls, in the ceiling, and in the floor, Nikki thought, sharing a glance with Michael. Dunleavy has access to them all, thanks to his slug shape. How the hell were they ever going to track him down?

Michael rose, caught the woman's hand, and helped her rise. “You should go downstairs and get yourself a drink.” He pressed some cash into her hand, and power caressed the link again. “Take the night off, and take a long bath. I think you deserve some pampering."

"You know,” she said, her fingers clenching around the cash. “I think you're right." She pushed past them and walked unsteadily down the hall. Michael's gaze met Nikki's. “She's from Arizona. A preacher's daughter."

"Shit."

"I can think of several stronger words that would be more appropriate,” he muttered, and something dark and dangerous glittered in his eyes. “But it's really no surprise. Emmett had a penchant for corrupting the virtuous. Looks like his brother is much the same." Her gaze went past him, settling on the door. “Do we need to go in there?"

"No. Dunleavy is long gone, and we've already seen the destruction his feeding frenzy produces." She let out a relieved breath. A smile tugged his lips, and he caught her arm, pulling her into his embrace. For a moment, he did nothing more than hold her, and she was more than glad to simply stand there, allowing the warmth and strength of his touch chase the chills from her flesh. After a short while, he kissed her forehead. Then he slid his hand down her back and guided her down the hall.

The stairs creaked with each step, a sound eerily loud in the strange hush that filled the bar. The barkeep still polished his glass, and the woman they'd met upstairs was leaning over the bar, grabbing the key tagged bathroom.

But everyone else was gone.

Nikki stopped on the bottom step and said, “This can't be good."

"No.” His hands touched her shoulders, gently propelling her to one side. He walked past her to the bar.

“Where did everyone go?"

The barkeep shrugged disinterestedly.

"When did they leave?"

Again a disinterested shrug. Energy caressed the air, and Michael glanced at her. “They left the minute we'd disappeared up the stairs."

"Meaning Dunleavy was somewhere close?"

"If he was, I couldn't see him."

"But if he was underground, you wouldn't, would you?"

"No.” He pushed away from the bar and walked across to the doors, carefully looking right, then left.

“No sign of anyone in the immediate vicinity."

"There had to be at least ten men in this room,” she said, walking across the room and stopping beside him. The street was empty, except for the odd tumbleweed being blown along by the wind. “Ten men can't walk out of this place and then completely disappear."

"In this town, they might be able to. Remember, the ground is probably riddled with mine shafts."

"Yeah, but not all of them would be useable. And surely the rangers would have closed all the ones around the town. This place is a tourist attraction, remember, and they wouldn't want to risk lawsuits by having someone fall down an unused shaft."

"I doubt even the rangers would know the location of all the shafts. Hartwood had hundreds of operable mines in its heyday, and many of them were one man operations that didn't consider themselves accountable to anyone when it came to permits and plans."

"So where does that leave us?"

"Well, there's one thing in our favor—ten men are going to throw off a mass of body heat that won't be missed. We'll check the town, and if they aren't here, they have to be in the mines. Wait here." He opened the door and walked out, his gaze scanning the area before he looked over his shoulder. “It's safe."

She joined him as he walked down the steps. “You think Dunleavy plans to sacrifice them all? One big bang before the ceremony that brings his brother back to life?" His expression was grim when it met hers. “No. I think he plans an attack. On us. The aim being to kill me and capture you."

Wasn't that just what she needed to hear. “Dunleavy would surely know that ten humans wouldn't be much of a match for the two of us. I mean, those men aren't going to fight like they really mean it."

"We can't say that for sure. And he has at least one more shifter at his beck and call.” They reached the cross street. He hesitated, looking right and left, then tugged her left, heading down Green Street towards Fuller. “It does mean, however, that if we want to try to destroy that pentagram, we'd better do it before he realizes what we're up to."

"But that's only giving him time to plot his attack. Shouldn't we be trying to find those men and somehow short circuit his hold on them?"

"Unless my psi abilities kick into full gear, I haven't the strength to counter his magic's hold on their minds. As for tracking down the men, that could be exactly what he wants us to do."

"I very much suspect we'll be playing into his hands, no matter what we do,” she muttered, looking up as a bell chimed. Ahead, an old wooden church stood on the street corner. Though much of the redwood had faded with age, the building itself was in remarkable condition, especially considering the rundown condition of the surrounding buildings. The bell chimed again and she glanced up. The wind was hitting the bell tower with some force, and the old bell was swaying back and forth, as if it were being rung by some invisible hand. “That church almost looks as if it could still be in use." He shrugged. “Maybe the rangers have someone come in to do services for them." She chewed on her lip for a moment, studying the old building and wondering if the bell ringing was just a coincidence, Dunleavy playing tricks, or a hint from forces beyond the grave. Forces she'd never actually believed in until Michael came along and altered her perception about what was and wasn't real.

“Have you been inside?"

"Had no reason to. Why?"

"Well, if it's being used, there might be something useful inside. Like a cross or holy water?"

"The only cross that would be of any use would be one made of silver, and I doubt they'd risk displaying such a valuable item in that old church."

"But we might find holy water. And if we sprinkled the water around the outside of the pentagram, wouldn't it stop Dunleavy from entering the circle?"

"It'll probably have the same effect as silver—burn him, but not stop him."

"That's better than nothing, isn't it?"

"Anything that weakens him is good."

He tugged her towards the old church. They climbed the steps and discovered the entrance had thick wire mesh padlocked across it.

"Stand back,” he ordered.

She obeyed. He gripped one side of the mesh, yanking back on it hard. His muscles rippled under his jacket as the locks gave way and the wire pulled free from the wall. He pushed the wire out of the way, opened the door and ushered her inside.

Sunlight glittered through the stained glass windows, sending sprays of red and gold across the harsh white walls and washing warm rays of sunshine through the gloom. Dust motes danced in the light, but she wasn't sure if it was an indicator that someone had recently walked through here, or whether it was merely an aftereffect of the wind whistling past her ankles. The faded polish on the floorboards wasn't dusty enough to hold footprints and offered her no clues.

She stepped inside. Pews were stacked up against the walls, and down at the far end stood a raised dais and table. To one side of that was a door. The air itself was cold, colder than it was outside, but the faint smell of lavender teased her nostrils. She walked towards the dais, her footsteps echoing loudly. She half expected a priest to come running out, telling her to hush. The church had that sort of feel—like it was occupied and waiting. Yet the thickness of the dust suggested the opposite was true.

"This church hasn't been used for some time,” she commented. Though she spoke softly, her words seemed to resonate harshly in the silence. “I doubt we'd find any holy water or anything else of use in here."

"Probably not."

The edge in his voice made her glance over her shoulder. “What?" He'd only taken a few steps into the church, though she knew the old legend about vampires being unable to cross holy ground was untrue. “There's something here." She stopped, her heart leaping to the vicinity of her throat. “What?"

"I don't know. It just feels ... wrong."

Usually, she was the one getting the sensation of wrongness. “How wrong?"

"Evil wrong, as you would say."

"Odd that you're feeling it rather than me.” Though it did still feel like something was waiting. She rubbed her arms and studied the small door to the right of the dais. Whatever the sensation was—whether it was good, evil, or something else entirely—it was coming from that direction. “There's no one in that room?” she asked, nodding towards the door.

He shook his head and fully entered the church, his steps echoing as harshly as hers. The air seemed to become colder. Tenser.

"But something is near."

He caught her hand, and she gripped on tight, drawing strength from his warmth, his calm. Together, they moved forward.

"It's the door,” she said, as they drew close. “It's coming from the door." He nodded. “We've faced something like this before."



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