Gabriel's Hope (#1, Rhyn Eternal) (28 page)

“You’d rather give up.” His voice was hard.

Deidre looked up at him as he entered her personal space, at once flustered and irritated. She leaned back against the sink. Gabriel stopped in front of her, his heat and nearness like a subtle siren song that tried to lure her closer.

“I want to hear you say it,” he said. “I want to hear the woman who lives by the motto of no apologies, no regrets, who told me once that her own soul searching taught her to live, doesn’t want my help turning that three months into eternity.”

She heard his anger. He wasn’t bristling, as she expected. His tone was controlled, his features calm, his eyes the only indication of the fire in his blood. Whatever happened to him over the past few days, he was no longer willing to walk away or back down.

“I can’t handle the
chance
that I might or might not have hope,” she replied. “You tear me away from the only stability I have in my life, expect me to change my view on the entire world overnight, reject me and now, you’re asking me to take a chance on something you can’t guarantee. What part of my … my pure confusion doesn’t make sense to you?”

“You don’t trust me at all,” he said.

“No shit. What reason have you given me to trust you?”

Gabriel studied her. She’d expected to piss him off. If anything, his anger melted into the contemplation of a man who had a new problem he intended to solve.

“She’s gotta hear it from you, Andre,” he said at last, stepping out from front of her. He leaned against the counter beside her, his arm touching hers. The deep connection and warmth moved through her.

Deidre shifted away then eyed him when he reestablished the touch. His attention was on Andre. She let herself stay where she was, intrigued by the electricity and calmed by the heat of his body.

“I think she should hear it from Wynn,” Andre said in clear disapproval.

“Wynn won’t tell her.”

“Are you certain?”

“We’ve had the discussion. Twice.”

Andre frowned. Deidre suspected they were baiting her. The mention of Wynn was almost enough for her to pounce, but she resisted.

“It’s not my place,” Andre said. “You’re her mate by divine law. It falls on your shoulders.”

“If there is any part of you that believes she’ll accept the truth if it comes from me, then you’re the worst judge of character I know,” Gabriel replied drily. “Wynn owes it to her.”

“I know you’re messing with me,” she said through clenched teeth. “If Wynn had something to tell me, he would have.”

“Right. Let me guess. Your
friend
didn’t come to see you this week, did he?” Gabriel asked without looking at her.

“No one did. If anything, you probably didn’t tell him where I was. I know you don’t like him.”

“You trust Wynn more than Gabriel,” Andre observed.

“Yes,” she said.

“If Wynn were to tell you something about your illness, good or bad, you’d listen?”

“Of course.”

Gabriel shifted in either frustration or anger. He didn’t break their touch, so she focused on Andre.

“Gabriel,” Andre said. “Bring Wynn here.”

“I don’t like that, Andre.”

“She will not be open to you until this is cleared up.”

Deidre clenched her jaw to keep from speaking. She wasn’t going to fall for whatever trick they played.

“Son, bring him here,” Andre said with the gruffness of an older brother. “I’ll make sure he talks.”

“Yeah, Gabe, bring him here,” Deidre echoed. “That way I know you haven’t killed him.”

“When you hear what he has to tell you, you’ll wish I had, Deidre.”

His quite regret made her uneasy. Through their connection, she actually
felt
the emotion. He was reluctant, because he didn’t want to hurt her. She broke the contact. Gabriel cared about her. Sometimes. She didn’t understand him.

Without another word, he summoned a portal and left.

“I should’ve taken the bait, huh?” she asked Andre.

“It wasn’t bait, dear. You are between Death and well, Death, right now.”

She laughed, not expecting the joke.

“Would it have been easier on you if you heard it from either a complete stranger or someone you can’t quite figure out? Yes,” he continued. “But easier is not the choice we made. You’re right. You’ve been backed into a corner, and you’ve shut out everything. We have to open you back up.”

“Sounds painful.”

He didn’t deny it as he moved around the kitchen. He retrieved her glass from the basin of the sink and poured her more wine. Her hands were sweating as she accepted it. She deliberated over how strange it was to experience Gabriel’s emotions, even if briefly.

Gabriel reappeared at the other end of the penthouse, trailed by Wynn. Her longtime friend was impossible to read, as usual, and she saw the similarity in features between him and Andre.

“We’ll leave you to talk,” Andre said, raising his glass in greeting to his father.

She watched, curious about how father and son might interact. One warm, the other cold, both self-assured, polished. Aside from the greeting, there was no warmth between them at all. Andre waved a wary Gabriel away from the kitchen. He took up a protective stance within direct sight of them, so still, he seemed like a statue.

Deidre felt the heaviness in the air again, only she felt no confusion.

“Hello, darling,” Wynn said as he entered the kitchen.

Deidre felt herself relaxing around him. She kissed him on both cheeks then waited as he poured himself wine. He’d lied to her to get her to take him to the Immortals, but she still felt safer with him than anyone else. He’d had a million chances to harm her while she lay unconscious and vulnerable on the operating table and never did.

Whatever it was they wanted him to tell her, it couldn’t be that bad.

“I figured they’d killed you,” she said.

“Not yet. It’s likely not too far down the road.” He swirled his wine as he leaned against the counter opposite her. “You look well. Very cute clothing.”

“Thanks. Today was a good day,” she said firmly. “Until about an hour ago. Every time Immortals show up, things go right down the shitter.”

He smiled. “Yes, well, I won’t be breaking that mold.”

“It can’t be that bad,” she replied. “We’ve been friends for years, and you’ve been enamored by me for what? Two lifetimes at least?”

“I think you know by now that even those who loved past-Deidre also hated her,” he said. “Her affect on those around her was the opposite of yours. She brought nothing but terror. You bring a smile to people’s faces.”

“That’s sweet of you, Wynn.”

“Yes and no. I didn’t know that when I met you this time around. I thought you were the same person as past-Deidre,” he started.

She listened, dread fluttering through her, and sipped her wine.

“It influenced how I handled your illness.”

“So, what? You didn’t try as hard to cure me?” she asked, perplexed.

“I went several steps farther. The experimental surgeries I performed the first six months were not geared towards curing you at all.”

Her heart felt like it was slowing. Rationalizing that he was upset at past-Deidre like everyone else was, she wanted to stop Wynn before he said something worse. Something she wasn’t able to live with.

“I am the brilliant surgeon you believe me to be,” he said. “Partially due to my magic. The power of an Ancient is beyond anything humans can understand. With a penchant for medicine and science and my magic, I can cure what others could not.”

“Except for me,” she said.

“Including you,” he said slowly. His gaze was steady as he spoke. “On my first surgery, I discovered what exactly was in your head. There’s a soul encased in a tumor.”

“My soul?” she gasped.

“No. I don’t know whose it is. I didn’t need to know,” he said too casually. “I was trying to figure out what was there, not to remove it, but to ensure no one else could either. Deidre,” he paused. “Your tumor was operable when I met you and for the entirety of first year. I told you the opposite from the onset and convinced you to let me conduct experimental surgeries.”

She heard the words, but they made no sense. At her silence, he continued.

“The surgeries that first year integrated the tumor into your brain using science and magic in a combination that even I was unable to reverse, when I finally realized you weren’t the same woman I recalled. All the surgeries the third year” he shook his head “desperate attempts by me to undo what I’d done.”

He was quiet.

“What made you change your mind?” she managed.

“Seeing you for the beautiful person you are. You are now everything I wished you were in a past life.”

She looked away. Her hands were shaking too hard for the wine. Wynn stretched across the distance to grasp it as it started to slide from her hands.

“At least you tried to undo it, right?” she half-joked. “That counts for something.”

“Deidre, love, you’re not hearing me,” Wynn’s voice was gentle. He set down his wine and settled his hands on her shoulders.

Deidre swallowed hard. She was trying hard to push away the gathering emotions that told her Wynn was not the man she wanted,
needed
him to be. He was the remaining pillar of the foundation of the reality that existed before her trip to the beach. If he crumbled, so did she.

“I didn’t just want you dead.” He spoke the words in the cool, detached tone that she recognized from their interactions at the hospital. “I wanted you to suffer a long, painful death and was willing to do whatever it took to make that a reality. My vengeance was so well-planned, Death himself cannot figure out how to save you. Deidre, I’m the one who will kill you.”

Speechless for a long moment, she did nothing but stare at him. Her mental wheels began to move again as she grappled with not only what he’d done, but why Andre and Gabriel – who knew the truth long before she did – chose now to have it revealed to her.

“I, um, think I need some air,” she said hoarsely. “A swan dive off the roof sounds good right about now.”

“No, love,” Wynn replied. “Trust me one last time and go to the Sanctuary. It welcomes people like us.”

People like us.
“You mean sociopathic, indiscriminate killers who can’t sleep a night in their own beds without someone trying to kill them.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m not
her
!”

“I know that now. Not many others do.” Wynn released her shoulders and returned to his side of the kitchen.

Deidre’s insides were cold. A familiar sense of calm filled her. It was the same sensation as when she opened the door to the guest bedroom in her apartment for the first time to see the mess the demons made of some poor human. It was the moment she realized her nightmare was beginning.

“Tell them I’m going to the Sanctuary,” she said. The portal formed before she’d finished the sentence. Without looking back, Deidre walked through it and emerged on a familiar beach, the same one she’d ended up on when she leapt from her apartment building.

At once, the rhythm and scent of the ocean soothed her. She’d missed nature while staying at the penthouse. Deidre sat down on the beach, mesmerized by the movement of the clear teal depths rushing ashore. Nothing made sense to her numbed mind, aside from the fragrant ocean, the fine sand that slid through her fingers like silk, and the warm-cool sensations caused by a combination of afternoon sun and sea breeze. The world outside her was calm, but the storm within her brewed. She hugged her knees to her chest and rested her cheek on one knee, closing her eyes.

“Am I right in assuming I’m the last person you want to see right now?” Gabriel asked quietly.

“I want to be alone.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“So, what, you plan on riding in like a knight in shining armor to rescue the vulnerable damsel in distress?” she snapped.

“Gods, woman.” Gabriel settled behind her, his long legs stretching out on either side of her. His arms circled hers, and he drew her against him. “You’ve never done what I wanted in either life. I don’t expect you to start now.”

She wanted to tell him to leave, but whatever bond existed between them, it filled her with warmth and energy that quelled the meltdown she was about to have. His heartbeat was as steady as the tide, his strength needed when hers was fading. It felt too natural for him to hold her. She loved being in his arms, as much as she hated him right now!

She relaxed and pressed her bare legs into the sand in front of her. Gabriel’s arms tightened around her body, his chin resting on her head. Deidre let her full weight settle against him. She’d never been able to sit like this with Logan. She’d never felt as secure or protected as she did this moment in the arms of the person who would claim her soul soon.

They sat in silence throughout the afternoon, until the sun sank far enough out of the sky to perch on the ocean. Gabriel adjusted whenever she shifted but never let go, his strong arms wrapped around her possessively. With the sunset came a chilled breeze. Deidre pulled her knees up and pressed her back into Gabriel. She buried her feet in the sand to keep them warm.

He said nothing, even as the last finger of light faded from the horizon and starlight replaced the sun. She didn’t expect him to sit with her for hours; she definitely didn’t expect him to stay solely for her comfort without trying to force anymore Immortal bullshit down her throat. He made it clear he didn’t have to curry her favor, not with the Immortal Code on his side and the
arrangement
he proposed.

What did it mean that he didn’t have to be there but chose to?

“Can you be away from your … underworld this long?” she asked at last.

“The dead aren’t going anywhere.”

Deidre snorted but forbade herself from laughing.

“You wanna know something?”

“No more secrets that make me cry,” she warned.

“Trust me, it won’t. I’m doing such a shitty job as Death, I got locked out of the underworld,” he said, amused. “That’s the other issue I’ve been dealing with, when not hunting you down to make you cry.”

“Seriously?”