Authors: Lara Adrian
Gerard Starkn.
What the hell kind of name was that?
Gordon Fasso.
Another odd spelling.
And then there was Dragos, and his treacherous son. Couldn’t forget that bastard. He was mixed up in this somehow too, Rio was certain of it.
Could Gordon Fasso and Gerard Starkn be in collusion with Dragos’s son?
Oh, Holy Mother…
Gordon Fasso. Son of Dragos.
The letters began to jumble and resequence in Rio’s mind. And then he saw it, as clear as the blare of red taillights that stretched up ahead of him for about a mile solid.
“Niko,” he said woodenly. “Gordon Fasso
is
the son of Dragos. Gordon Fasso’s not a name. It’s a fucking anagram. Son of Dragos.”
“Ah, Christ,” Nikolai replied. “And if you mix up the letters of Gerard Starkn…you get another anagram: dark stranger.”
“That’s who’s got Dylan.” Rio rolled up on the parking lot of traffic and slammed his hand down on the dashboard. “Dragos’s son has Dylan, Niko.”
She was alive, that much he was sure of, and it was enough to keep him from losing his mind.
But his enemy had her, and Rio had no way of telling where he might have taken her.
And even without the bottleneck that was blocking all southbound lanes of the highway, he was still some long hours away from the New York state line.
He could be losing her forever…right now.
**********
Dylan came awake in the dark backseat of a fast moving vehicle. Her head was thick, her senses dazed. She knew this foggy feeling; she’d been tranced at some point, and was now, somehow, breaking out of it. Through the heavy psychic cloak that had been dropped over her mind, Dylan felt another force reaching out to her.
Rio
.
She could feel him in her veins. She could sense him in the power of their blood connection and in her heart as well. It was Rio reaching past Fasso’s trance to give her strength, urging her to hang on. To stay alive.
Oh, God.
Rio.
Find me.
The low hum of the road beneath the vehicle’s spinning wheels vibrated in her ears. She tried to see where they were heading, but through the bare slit of her lids, all she saw was darkness outside the tinted windows. Treetops rushing by, black against the night sky.
Her face ached from the blow Gordon Fasso had dealt her when she’d fought against her capture. She’d tried to scream, to escape, but he and the bulky guard who accompanied him had proven too strong for her.
Fasso alone would have been far too powerful for her to fight off.
But then, he would be, since he wasn’t a man at all, but a vampire.
She had the very real sense that he was not even Gordon Fasso, if that man ever existed.
The monster who had her now was also the one who killed her mother. She didn’t have to see her mother’s broken body to know that it was Gordon Fasso who murdered her, either by pushing her off that twelfth-floor balcony, or by scaring her so totally that she leapt to her own death to escape him.
Maybe she’d done it for Dylan, a thought that made the loss even harder for Dylan to bear.
But she could grieve for her mother another time, and she would. Right now she had to stay alert and try to find a way out of this horrific situation.
Because if her captor succeeded in bringing her to wherever he intended, Dylan knew that there would be no escaping.
All that awaited her at the end of this path was pain and death.
**********
At some point well into Connecticut, Rio realized that no matter how fast he drove, he stood no chance of finding Dylan. Not in New York, certainly. He was still a couple of hours away, and there was no telling where she was-or even if she was in New York anymore at all.
He was losing her.
Close enough that he could feel her reaching out to him, yet too far to grab hold of her.
“Goddamn it!”
Fear permeated every cell in his body, combined with a sorrow so profound it shredded him from the inside. He was raw, bleeding…racked with futile rage.
His vision swam with the rising pound of his temples. His skull screamed as the blackout started crowding his senses.
“No,” he growled, stomping on the accelerator.
He rubbed at his eyes, commanding them to stay focused. He could not let his weakness overtake him now. He could not fail Dylan-not like this.
“No, goddamn it. I have to reach her. Ah,
Cristo,
” he choked, a broken sob catching in his throat. “I cannot lose her.”
Go to the reservoir.
Rio heard the static-filled whisper but at first it didn’t register.
Croton Reservoir.
He whipped his head around to the passenger seat and caught a glimpse of dark eyes and sable hair. The image was nearly transparent, and the one face he knew better than to trust.
Eva.
He snarled and cut away from the ghostly hallucination. Until now, he’d only seen Eva in the darkness of his dreams. Her false apologies and tearful insistence that she wanted to help him had just been illusions, tricks of his cracked mind. Maybe this was too.
Dylan’s life on the line. He’d be damned before he let his own madness steer him off course now.
Rio, hear me. Let me help you.
Eva’s voice crackled like a weak radio signal, but her tone was unmistakably emphatic. He felt a chill on his wrist and looked down to see her spectral hand lighting there. He wanted to shake off her touch like the poison it was, refuse to let Eva betray him again. But when he glanced over at the other side of the car, the ghost of his dead enemy was weeping, her pale cheeks glistening with tears.
You haven’t lost her yet,
said the unmoving lips that had lied so easily to him in the past.
There is still time. Croton Reservoir…
He stared as her form began to wobble and fade out. Could he believe her? Could anything Eva said be trusted, even in this form? He’d hated her for everything she’d taken from him, so how could he think for one second that he could take her at her word now?
Forgive me,
she whispered.
And with one last flicker of visibility…she vanished.
“Fuck,” Rio hissed.
He looked out at the endless road ahead of him. He had precious few options here. One wrong move and Dylan was as good as dead. He had to be sure. He had to make the right choice or he would never be able to live with himself if he failed her now.
With a murmured prayer, Rio hit the speed dial on his cell phone. “Gideon. I need to know where the Croton Reservoir is. Right now.”
There was an answering clatter of fingers flying over a keyboard. “It’s in New York…Westchester County, off Route 129. The reservoir is part of an old dam.”
Rio glanced up at the Connecticut highway sign half a mile away from him. “How far is it from Waterbury?”
“Ah…looks like maybe an hour if you take I-84 west.” Gideon paused. “What’s going on? You got a hunch about the dam?”
“Something like that,” Rio replied.
He murmured his thanks to Gideon for the info, then killed the call, hit the gas, and veered into the exit lane.
Chapter Thirty-Five
R
io drove like a bat out of hell.
He put all his mental energy into reaching out for Dylan, trying to let her know that he was coming for her. That he
would
find her, or die trying.
He sped along Route 129, hoping he was getting close. He could feel it in his blood that he wasn’t far from Dylan now. Their bond was calling to him, urging him on with a certainty that it wouldn’t be long before he found her.
And then-
As a dark sedan came flying up the road from the opposite direction, Rio’s veins lit up like firecrackers.
Madre de Dios.
Dylan was in that car.
With a hard crank of the wheel, he threw his vehicle into a sideways skid, blocking the road and ready to fight to the death for Dylan. The oncoming sedan’s brakes squealed, tires smoking on the pavement. It lurched to a stop, then the driver-a human, by the look of the big man at the wheel-made a sharp right and gunned it up a dark, tree-lined service road.
With a curse, Rio threw his car into gear and went after them.
Up ahead, the sedan crashed through a temporary barricade in the road, then made a hard stop. Two people climbed out of the backseat-Dylan and the vampire who held her. The bastard had a gun jammed under her chin as he hauled her up the quiet road into the dark.
Rio braked to a stop and leapt out of the driver’s seat, his own gun pulled from its holster and leveled at her captor’s head. But he couldn’t shoot. The chance of hitting Dylan was too great. More than he was willing to risk.
Not that he had much time to consider it.
The huge guard who’d been at the wheel of the sedan came around the car and started firing at Rio. A bullet ripped into his shoulder, searing hot pain. He kept shooting at Rio, trying to drive him back with a relentless hail of gunfire.
Rio dodged the attack and vaulted across the distance using all the Breed power at his command. He fell upon the human-a Minion, he realized as he stared down into the dead eyes. Rio grabbed him by the throat and then put his other hand on the bastard’s forehead. He sent all his fury into his fingertips, draining the life out of the Minion with that brief, simple touch.
He left the corpse in the middle of the road and took off on foot to find Dylan.
Dylan stumbled alongside her captor, the hard cold press of a gun’s muzzle jammed under her chin. She could hardly see where he was taking her, but somewhere, not very distant, rushing water roared like thunder.
And then gunfire.
“No!” she screamed, hearing the sharp blasts behind her in the dark. She felt a jab of pain and knew that Rio had been hit. But he was still breathing. Thank God, he was still alive. Still reaching out to her through the heat that coursed through her blood.
A cruel yank of her head brought Dylan back around. The vampire who held her forced her to run with him, up the narrow pavement and closer to the source of the falling water.
Before she knew it, they were heading onto a tall bridge. On one side, a reservoir spread out for what looked like miles, the dark water sparkling in the moonlight. And on the other side, a sheer drop from what looked like about two hundred feet.
The spillway below was white with the rush of water cascading over the graduated incline and the huge rocks that spread down into the churning river at its base. Dylan stared over the tall metal rail of the bridge, seeing a certain death in all that furious water.
“Dragos.”
Rio’s voice cut through the darkness on the entrance of the bridge.
“Let her go.”
Dylan’s captor jerked her to a halt on the bridge. He swung her around, the gun still biting into her jaw. His chuckle vibrated against her, low and malicious.
“Let her go? I don’t think so. Come and get her.” Rio took a step toward them and that cold nose of the gun at Dylan’s throat stuck even deeper. “Put down your weapon, warrior. She will die right here.”
Rio glared, amber flashing in his eyes. “I said let her go, damn it.”
“Put the gun down,” her assailant said. “Do it now. Or would you prefer to see me tear out her throat?”
Rio’s gaze went to Dylan’s. His jaw was tight, his tension visible even in the darkness. With a hissed oath, he slowly put his weapon on the ground and stood back up. “Okay,” he said carefully. “Now let’s finish this, you and I. Leave her out of it, Dragos. Or should I call you Gerard Starkn? Gordon Fasso, maybe?”
The vampire chuckled, clearly amused. “My little ruse has come to an end, has it? No matter. You’re about fifty years too late. I’ve been busy. What my father started by hiding the Ancient, I am finishing. While the Order has been chasing its ass, taking out Rogues like they were actually making a difference in the world, I’ve been sowing the seeds of the future. A great many seeds. Today you call me Dragos; soon the world will call me Master.”
Rio inched forward and Dylan’s captor turned the gun from its aim on her to Rio instead. Dylan felt the flex of the vampire’s muscles as he prepared to squeeze the trigger and she took the only chance she had. With a sharp jut of her hand, she knocked his arm and the bullet shot off into the trees.
She didn’t see the blow coming.
Her captor drew his other arm back and let his fist fly, connecting with the side of her head. She went careening, crashing hard onto the pavement.
“No!” Rio shouted.
With a speed and agility that still shocked her, he leapt into the air. Dragos returned the challenge, and with an otherworldly roar, the two powerful Breed males smashed into each other and locked into a fierce hand-to-hand combat.
**********
Rio latched on to Dragos’s maniacal spawn in pure rage, the two of them thrashing in midair, each fighting for the chance to kill the other. With a bellow, the vampire spun Rio around and drove him into the metal rail of the bridge. Rio roared, flipping Dragos off him and sending the bastard into the opposite side of the narrow road atop the bridge.
He didn’t know how long the battle raged. Neither was willing to stop until the other was dead. Both vampires were fully transformed now, their fangs huge, the night lit up by the blare of two sets of amber eyes.
Somehow Dragos got loose and jumped up onto the railing. Rio followed him, finally driving the bastard down on one knee. Dragos wobbled, nearly losing his balance over the roar of the spillway below. Then he lunged, barreling headfirst into Rio’s midsection.
Rio felt his feet slip on the rail. He pitched sharply, then fell.