Authors: Colleen Gleason
Connor never shifted eye-contact, another indication just how much power he had as a vampire. A lesser man would have lost a certain level of consciousness by now. Instead, Connor retained full use of his mind. Yet at the same time, she knew her thrall had engaged him.
***
Connor had never felt like this in his entire
altered
existence. The sensation of Iris’s thrall was seductive in a surprising way. He’d felt her energy begin to flow into his mind so he knew her power was having an effect. But instead of drifting into a strange drugged out state, as enthrallment had been described to him a hundred times, he felt more aware and more relaxed than he’d ever been before.
In addition, he could see Iris with great clarity and not just her beautiful dark brown eyes or the peaches-and-cream complexion of her skin. Instead, his vision traveled deep inside her, to the parts that hurt and cried out for relief as well as the grief she lived with because of her
alter
.
Violet’s death was uppermost in her mind and another loss that seemed equally as painful, though he didn’t know the source. He also sensed her deep disappointment in the Tribunal and a terrible ongoing pain at the general suffering within all five territories of their world.
He saw the beauty of her soul laid out for him like a feast, as though he could devour her right now if he wanted. In an ironic twist, he knew he could hurt her badly as well, crush the essence of her and that he hadn’t expected. But all he wanted to do was gather up her pain and hold it close until it melted away. If only he could do that for her?
He also saw how much she desired him, that her craving for him matched his own need and lust for her.
“Iris,” he whispered.
“This wasn’t what I expected.”
“I know.” He took her in his arms and crushed her lips with his own. He expected resistance. Instead, she embraced him with an arm around his neck and parted her lips for him, all the while keeping her fingers against his cheek.
He pierced her with his tongue and began a steady drive in and out of her mouth, letting her know what he would do to her the moment she gave permission.
He stepped into her just enough to let her feel what had grown hard and ready for her. He even arched his hips in a rhythm to match the thrusts of his tongue.
She groaned and he pulled her tighter against him so that his whole body moved against hers. He felt her work to remain the contact of her fingers against his face to sustain the thrall.
Her breasts tightened and released in response to his embrace so that except for the presence of their clothes, he was making love to her.
It would take so little to move her to the couch and to finish what he’d started.
But just like that, she drew back, took her fingers from his face, and her thrall left his mind.
He felt odd, as though a warm blanket had been whipped away from him leaving him cold.
He didn’t release her fully, however, but held her gaze, wanting to understand everything he’d just experienced. Another part of him was also ready to take her back to bed if she said the word.
Her eyes were wide. “How did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You saw me. You saw all of me and it wasn’t right.”
He shook his head. “Are you blaming me? This was your thrall, not mine. I can’t help it if it allowed me to see you.” He grew very still because tears had once more bloomed in her eyes. “Iris, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
When she pulled away, he let her go. He could see she was overwhelmed again and why wouldn’t she be? Maybe she’d enthralled him, but something about their connection had allowed him to know the deepest part of her. If he was in her shoes, he’d be upset as well. Hell, he’d be pissed.
She began to pace, moving into the living area and out into the garden.
***
Of all the things that had happened between them over the past two nights, this one had upset her the most.
She was the witch. She had enthralled him. So, why had it turned out he could take a trip all the way into her soul? It should have been the other way around.
As she walked through the garden, she forced herself to calm down. She needed to think this through, to try to understand what it meant or what it could mean in terms of her abilities as a witch and Connor’s vampire connection to her.
She glanced up at the protective spell and discovered that a new swirl had entered the pattern, steel gray in color and very strong, very
masculine
.
She took a moment to analyze the spell. She closed her eyes and extended her hands palms up. She felt the full length of it and there it was, Connor’s signature. He was now part of the protective spell. What the hell was going on?
And when had his signature intruded?
She knew, however, exactly when it had happened, right in the middle of the lovemaking. He’d looked wild and full of power. Yes, that’s when he’d infused part of his strength into the spell. She was dumbstruck all over again. How could a vampire be part of a spell like this?
“Connor? Can you come here?”
She shifted in his direction and saw that he was standing in the dining area. Having turned the TV back on, he was staring at it. He also seemed distressed.
She began moving in his direction even before he called out. “Iris, you’ve got to see this. Now.”
When she crossed the threshold, she heard the female anchor say, “We’ll have more news about the massacre in Rotten Row, after this.”
Before the station cut to commercial, Iris saw the crime scene from the helicopter’s camera as it panned back. There were a dozen Crescent Border Patrol SUVs present with lights flashing, several ambulances, and black body bags lined up on the street.
She drew close to Connor. A discussion about his signature in her spell could wait. He muted the commercial.
“What happened?” she asked. “That was Big Nuts’s club, right?”
He nodded. “Yep. And apparently, they’re all dead. But I can’t help but think it’s no coincidence we were in Rotten Row the night before.”
Iris frowned. “Do you really think this vampire, the one who’s after us, did this?”
“My instincts are shouting at me that this is our guy. I just don’t know how he could have pulled it off by himself.”
“Maybe he wasn’t alone.”
“That’s my thought, too.” He pulled out his cell. “I’m going to call one of my fellow officers who works Rotten Row and get some facts.”
When he made the call, he put the phone on speaker then set it on the table between them.
“Crescent Border Patrol. How may I direct your call?”
“Lily Hansen.”
“One moment.”
A woman’s voice came on the line. “Dispatch. Lily Hansen.”
“Lily, Connor here.”
“Connor, thank God you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“But Sentinel … and you didn’t call in.” She sounded worried.
“I know, and I’m sorry about that. Got a lot going on. But right now I need to speak with Vaughn. I just heard about Rotten Row and I may have information for him. Have him call me.”
“I’ll get on it right now.”
When Lily ended the call, Iris asked, “Don’t you have his cell number?”
“It doesn’t work that way in Crescent when we’re on duty. We can place outgoing calls, but all other communication goes directly through Lily and her gang. We tried it the other way, but the numbers got out and our phones got jammed up quick.”
“Understood. And who’s Vaughn?”
“A good friend. He’s worked Border Patrol almost as long as I have. He’s also been assigned to Rotten Row for the past two years.”
Iris didn’t know Officer Vaughn, but if he was a good friend, she knew Connor trusted him.
When the commercials ended, Connor unmuted the TV. The female anchor shared the gruesome stats. “More than forty dead so far, but the count isn’t final. The owner of the club, Gary Smith, was not found among the bodies. Wait a minute. I have Jose on location with a live feed from the canal near Amado Bridge in Crescent Territory. Go ahead Jose.”
Amado again.
The Hispanic reporter was standing with a finger up to his earpiece. Behind him a body lay on the ground covered in a white sheet. “Thanks, Evelyn. We’ve just had confirmation that this is the body of Gary Smith, owner of the House of Big Sex. And apparently, he’s missing the part of his anatomy that gave him his famous nickname.”
“Jesus,” Connor murmured.
“No kidding.” Iris felt a chill go straight through her. The reporter spoke for another thirty seconds but had nothing to add to the basic info. There were no suspects, no one saw anything.
Typical of Five Bridges.
***
Connor stared at the body on the ground behind the reporter. Big Nuts had been alive a few hours ago. Now he was dead.
He tried to picture what kind of force could have overcome Gary’s powerful security entourage and his gaze slid to Iris. As a witch, she’d been able to incapacitate them. If either he or Iris had been motivated, they could have done some killing. But that’s not who either of them were.
But what about the vampire he’d seen in Gary’s club? If he’d used a witch’s spell to disguise his identity, maybe he’d employed a dark witch’s talent for a lot more than that.
His phone rang, breaking his train of thought. Vaughn’s name came up on the screen. “This is him.”
Iris nodded. She had her arms crossed tight over her chest and her lips were pinched together. He could relate.
He tapped the front of the phone to answer, but kept it flat on the table, on speaker. “Vaughn. Thanks for getting back to me.”
“Connor, good to hear your voice. We’ve got a mess out at Big Nuts’s place. They’re all dead.”
“I’ve seen the footage. That’s some rough stuff you’ve got over there. But how did they die?”
“Looks like it was a witch, using her killing power.”
“A witch?” And there it was. The missing piece.
“Yeah, and a damn powerful one. She somehow got into the place and had a field day. She also employed a blade, or had someone with her who did. She even killed the sex workers as well as their clients.”
He glanced at Iris frowning, who in turn offered a bemused shrug.
Connor glanced at the TV, which had switched from Big Nuts back to Rotten Row. “Vaughn, I’m looking at a live copter feed of Gary’s place. Are you okay out there?” He knew what the local businesses could get like when their clientele got disrupted.
“We’re okay for now. We’ve got the scene contained and enough officers to keep the locals from rioting. But I won’t mind getting the hell out of here. You know this area. The owners only care about one thing and for that the traffic needs to move and keep moving. But before I answer any more of your questions, you have to tell me what happened out at Sentinel Bridge. How the hell did you survive the blast?”
Connor held out his hand to Iris. She immediately unfolded her arms and settled her hand in his. “The witch I was with, a TPS officer, had a premonition and I took her at her word. Maybe a second after I headed into the air with her, the bridge blew. It was a close call.”
“When we learned you’d survived, believe me, there was celebrating down at the station. But why didn’t you call in, let us know you were okay?”
Connor glanced at Iris once more.
She nodded. “Tell him everything.”
“Wait. Is the witch there with you?”
“Yes. We were both set-up and we’re trying to get to the bottom of it. But Gary was involved. He confessed that someone had paid him a lot of money to make sure I was sent out to Amado Bridge and later, Sentinel. The TPS officer was given the same orders, to both places.”
“Both of you? That doesn’t make sense.”
“Believe me, we can’t find the connection either.”
“So, we’ve got a dangerous rogue witch on our hands and what else?”
“One of ours. A vampire.”
There was silence for a moment, then, “You’re saying a vampire and a witch are working together? That’s insane.”
He glanced down at his hand holding Iris’s. “I know.”
Iris drew a little closer and covered their joined hands with one of her own. He met her worried gaze.
Connor continued, “In my opinion, the massacre confirms it. The vampire who paid off Big Nuts was in the club, I saw him. But he was be-spelled so I couldn’t get a decent visual. Another indication he was probably working with a witch. In fact, it explains a lot.” He told Vaughn the essentials of their visit to the club then asked, “Have you seen any of the security footage? Gary had an excellent system in place and Officer Meldeere and I are probably on it, as well as the vampire, maybe even the witch.”
“It’s been trashed.”
Connor blew the air from his cheeks. “This guy is good.”
“Yeah, but who is he and what witch has he joined forces with over in Elegance?”
Iris released his hand and moved away. Connor watched her start to pace again, a frown between her brows.
“I have no idea. But he’s well-connected. Easton sent me specifically out to the first bridge as well as Sentinel and Donaldson at the Trib sent Iris, that is, Officer Meldeere to both places as well.”
Vaughn snorted, but lowered his voice. “And you’ve just named two of the most corrupt bureaucrats Five Bridges has on its payroll. You’re right. This vampire has clout of some kind, maybe the backing of one of the cartels. But listen, I’ve got to go. Easton is out here and he’s about to go ballistic because I’m on the phone. I’m here if you need me. You know that, right?”
“I do.”
“And when all this is over, we’ll grab a beer. In the meantime, stay alive for fuck’s sake. Crescent needs you.”
Connor ended the call, a pit between his brows. “A witch. Jesus.”
Iris moved close to him once more. “What do you think an attack on Gary and his club means because for the life of me, I don’t get it. Why would our enemy kill off everyone in a sex club including the owner? If Big Nuts was to be believed, the same man paid him to set us up? Why would he then turn on Gary like this?”
Connor shook his head. “That’s the question, isn’t it? But then why did he bother torturing Jason and Sadie? He could have killed them outright. No, we’re looking at a sadist, probably a pair of them.”