Dark Secret
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Dark Secret
A
Jove
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Copyright ©
2005
by
Christine Feehan
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Electronic edition: June, 2005
Titles by Christine Feehan
MIND GAME
WILD RAIN
SHADOW GAME
DARK SECRET
DARK DESTINY
DARK MELODY
DARK SYMPHONY
DARK GUARDIAN
DARK LEGEND
DARK FIRE
DARK CHALLENGE
DARK MAGIC
DARK GOLD
DARK DESIRE
DARK PRINCE
For my sister, Bobbie King, and for Cassandra and Donna Kennedy-Hutton.
Because no vampire has ever met an honest-to-God cowgirl before.
Contents
Acknowledgments
For My Readers
Prologue
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Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to Cheryl Wilson and Manda Clarke as always, I would never have managed without you. And to Maria Atkinson for her help with the Portuguese language.
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Prologue
“C
ome on, Colby,”
Sheriff Ben Lassiter yelled, feeling like a fool running alongside the tractor. “You have to be reasonable. Get off that damn thing and listen to me for once in your life. You’re being stubborn!”
The ancient tractor bounced along in the gathering dusk, shooting up clouds of powdery dirt to spray over Ben’s immaculate sheriff’s uniform. Colby waited until he was totally out of breath and at a complete disadvantage before she stopped the tractor and sat staring moodily out over the field. Very slowly she pulled off her leather work gloves. “I’m getting tired of these visits, Ben. Just whose side are you on, anyway? You know me. You knew my father. The Chevez family don’t belong here and they certainly don’t have the right to try to force me to turn over my brother and sister to them.”
Ben swiped at the dirt covering him, gritting his teeth against his frustration. He took several deep breaths before he answered her. “I didn’t say it was right, Colby, but the Chevez family have the De La Cruz brothers on their side, which means a lot of money and power. You can’t just ignore them. They aren’t going to go away. You have to talk to them or they’re going to take you to court. People like the De La Cruz brothers don’t lose in court.” He raised his hands to grasp her
small waist before she could jump off the tractor by herself. Resisting the urge to shake some sense into her, he lifted her down easily, retaining possession for a moment. “You have to do this, Colby. I mean it, honey, I can’t protect you from these people. Don’t put it off any longer.”
Colby pushed away from him, a small gesture of impatience, swinging her head so her disheveled hair spilled out from under her hat, hiding the sudden sheen of tears swimming in her eyes. Ben quickly looked away, pretending not to notice. A man would have to kill for her if she cried, and anyone witnessing her tears would be very likely to take the brunt of her anger.
“Fine.” Colby began moving across the field at a fast pace. “I presume you have the entire lot of them camped on my porch?”
“I knew Ginny and Paul were gone tonight.” Ben had ensured his sister-in-law invited Colby’s sister and brother over for homemade ice cream.
“Like that was hard to see through.” Colby tossed the words sarcastically over her shoulder at him. She had known Ben since kindergarten. She was certain he persisted in thinking of her as a wild, untamed little girl, not quite bright, when she was perfectly capable of running a ranch all by her little lonesome and had been doing so for some time. She wanted to box his thick skull.
“Colby, don’t go in there like a powder keg. These people aren’t the type to be pushed around.” Ben easily kept pace with her.
“Pushed around?” She stopped so abruptly that he had to rock back on his heels to keep from running her over. “
They’re
trying to push
me
around. How dare they come here acting so arrogant I want to sic the dog on them!
Men!
” She glared at him. “And another thing, Ben. Instead of kissing up to Mr. Moneybags and his entourage, you might consider what is going on out here. All my equipment keeps disappearing and some little gremlin is messing with the machinery. That’s your job, isn’t it?—not escorting the rich and infamous around.” She began moving again, her small feminine body radiating fury.
“Colby, you and I both know it’s a bunch of kids playing pranks. Probably friends of Paul,” Ben said, trying to soothe her.
“Pranks? I don’t think stealing is a prank. And what about my missing person’s report? Have you even tried to find Pete for me?”
Ben raked a hand through his hair in sheer desperation. “Pete Jessup is probably off on a binge. For all you know that old man stole your things to pay for his alcohol.”
Colby stopped again, and this time Ben did run into her and had to catch her shoulders to keep from knocking her flat. She slapped his hands away, a fine outrage smoldering in her. “Pete Jessup quit drinking when my father died, you turncoat! He’s been invaluable around here.”
“Colby,” Ben said, his voice persuasive and gentle, “the truth is you took in that homeless old coot out of the goodness of your heart. I doubt if he did more than eat your food every day. He’s a broken-down cowboy, a drifter. He’s just taken off somewhere. He’ll turn up eventually.”
“You would say that,” she sniffed, truly aggravated with him. “It’s just like you to let the disappearance of an old man and sneak thieves go by the wayside so you can mix with some rich idiots who are here to try to
steal
my brother and sister.”
“Colby, come on, they proved they’re relatives and they claim they have the children’s best interests at heart. The least you can do is listen to them.”
“You probably agree with them, don’t you? Paul and Ginny are
not
better off with that group. You don’t know anything about it, or them. Paul would end up just like them, so arrogant no one could stand him, and poor little Ginny would grow up thinking she was a second-class citizen because she’s female. They can all go straight to hell for all I care!”
Although it was early evening and still relatively light, the sky suddenly darkened as ominous black clouds boiled up out of nowhere. A cold wind arrived on the wings of the dark mass, tugging sharply at Colby’s clothes. A shiver of apprehension blew straight down her spine. For a moment something touched her mind. She felt it, felt the struggle for entrance.
“What is it?”
Colby could see Ben was clearly uneasy as he turned in a slow circle to scan the surrounding area. He had his hand on his gun, unsure what was stalking them or where the threat was coming from, but he obviously felt it as well.
Colby stayed very quiet, not moving a muscle, like a small fawn caught in a hunter’s sights. She immediately sensed she was in mortal danger. It wasn’t hostile toward Ben, but she could feel the malevolence directed at her. Whatever it was struck directly at her mind, seeking entrance. She took a deep slow breath and let it out, forcing her mind to stay blank, thinking of a wall—high, impregnable—a fortress nothing could enter. She focused completely on the wall, keeping it strong, impenetrable.
The thing seemed to withdraw for a moment, puzzled perhaps by her strength, but then it struck again, a hard spearlike thrust that seemed to pierce her skull and drive right for her brain. Colby uttered a soft cry of pain and dropped to one knee, holding her head even while she forced herself to breathe evenly and calmly. Her mind was strong, invincible, with a wall so thick and high no one would ever break it down. Whatever malevolent thing was after her would not be allowed to breach her defenses.
She became aware, after a few minutes, of Ben’s large hand on her shoulder. He was bending over her solicitously. “Colby, what is it?”
Cautiously she lifted her head. The presence was gone. “My head, Ben. I have the headache from hell.” She did, too; it wasn’t a lie. She’d never experienced anything quite like the attack. She actually felt sick to her stomach, and she wasn’t certain she could walk. Whatever it had been was strong and terrifying.