The Vampire And The Highland Empath (6 page)

She was about to argue that point when Alex curled his hand and grimaced, The tips of his fingers were white as though burned, before the point of blistering. She grabbed his hand. “What’s happened?”

He tried to pull back. “Nothing.”

“Ye’ve burned them.” She scowled. “The
bull-et
?”

Her breath hitched when he wouldn’t answer. She looked down at the sweat dotting Roque’s skin. She’d thought the heat pouring off him was fever. “His blood burns?”

“No, it’s not hot enough, but—“

“Deep inside, he boils.” Edeen mulled that over. “And ye knew that.”

Alex shrugged and pulled his hand from hers. “He needed that
bullet
out.” Taking a small flat flask from the bag, Alex poured what looked like water over his hand.

A lump formed in her throat. “Here, let me see.” Edeen took one of the smaller strips he’d made from her gown.

“I’ve got it.” He grabbed the fabric out of her hand. “I’m medically trained. I can handle it.” Ah, male pride she was all too familiar with.

She nodded, and folded another piece of her gown into a square, which she placed against Roque’s wound, holding it there while she used another length to wrap around his torso to keep it in place. Roque’s brows pulled together in sleep. Undergoing a healing from a Healer Sorceress was sometimes more of an ordeal than the original hurt. She wondered if whatever was happening inside Roque’s body was equally as painful. She glanced sidewise at Alex, who was wrapping his burned hands, wiggling his fingers to make sure he hadn’t gotten the makeshift bandages too tight.
 
 
“Tell me who these people after us are. Please, Alex. That man—he has hurt Roque before, hasn’t he?”

He didn’t answer for a while. He tied off his knot and then picked up the
gun
, all traces of softness gone. He replaced the bullet and clicked the little box back into the handle. Instead of returning it to the bag, he slipped the gun into the waist at the back of his breeches.

He wasn’t going to tell her and Edeen suspected she knew why.

“I know this is no longer my time.”

Alex’s gaze locked on her face, stunned.

She gave him a brave smile, though his expression confirmed her fears. She tied a knot in
 
Roque’s bandage, hoping Alex didn’t notice how bad her hands were shaking.

Alex nodded. “We’re at war.”

“The Chieftains?”

He smiled kindly and shook his head. “It’s larger than that. Many countries are involved.”

She nodded for him to go on.

“Scotland and England are allies.”

“Allied with you English?”

“Turns out we have a greater common enemy.”

“The men on the cliff.”

“Nazis. They seek to subjugate all of Europe beneath their rule.”

Edeen sensed there was much much more to it that Alex wasn’t going into.
 
Anger poured off of him. She flicked her senses out, seeking some semblance of her lost gift. “That man who leaped from the cliff. He is a Nazi?”

Alex’s lips went light. “The worst kind. He’s a leader in the Schutzstaffel, the SS—Hitler’s personal police force.” He stopped himself, searching for words familiar to her. “The Nazi leader’s personal guard. His task is to gather those of rare supernatural ability to use—“

“As weapons,” she finished. This Hitler’s goal was not far different from what Aldreth intended. The witch sought to use Toren, and by extension their entire clan through him, to increase her magical strength.

“This Geschopf is after Roque.”

“He’s been after Roque a long time.”

Because Roque’s magical talent is rare.

“He captured him before,” Alex’s voice sounded like soft steps walking on gravel. “Did terrible things. Roque won’t speak of it.”

A fierce protectiveness surged inside Edeen’s bosom. “Yet he exposed himself to the Nazis to come after me.”

“He was the only one who could.”

Edeen swept her hand up to the puncture wounds at her neck.

“We couldn’t allow an empath as powerful as yourself to get into Nazi hands.”

“I understand.” She did. Shaw had been willing to take their entire clan to the Shadowrood to keep their magic from being tainted by the witch, and thereafter tainting the world. An ache shimmered behind her eyes at knowing Roque thought of her as little more than a weapon to be kept from this Hitler and how he’d laughed when she’d told him she no longer felt her gift. And if it came back? What would he do with her then?
  

It wouldn’t matter. She’d seek out a sorcerer to send her back to her own time where she belonged.

“I understand what this Hitler wants of me, but what of you? What do you and Roque expect of me?”

Alex looked away. His Adam’s apple jumped in his throat, and then nodding to himself as though he came to a decision, his gaze cut back to her. “We’re not as sinister as that, I promise you.” His lips twisted downward. “I work with military intelligence. That means nothing to you.” He shook his head. “It’s my job to intercept messages being relayed between our enemies.”

“So you capture couriers?”

He smiled. “Not exactly. We have machines that are able to transmit messages through the air.”

Edeen’s eyes widened.

Alex winced at her expression, but went on, probably realizing most of what he said wouldn’t make sense anyway. “We can pluck the messages out of the air, but the Germans know this so they have encoded them.”

He waited for her nod to continue. “They change the codes so frequently, they invented a machine to decipher them. It’s called an enigma and unknown to the Nazis, we’ve captured one from their subs, er, another type of ship,” he added. Pride poured off of him. The taking of this enigma must have been a great feat.

“I don’t understand what that has to do with me.”

“Well, so far, we haven’t been able to crack the code. We will, but it’s taking time.”

“And time means more warriors lost. I do not have any use with codes, or with
machines
. These things are all strange to me, you must realize this.”

“We do, but that’s not it.” His lips firmed. “We did capture a courier. From the sub. He knows the codes.”

“But will not speak.” Her voice went flat. “For something of such import, surely your people have tried other methods.”

Alex didn’t blink at the accusation. “Even when he breaks, the codes are changed so rapidly, even he won’t remember them all.”

She exhaled, understanding dawning. “Yet an empath could search his memories and find every last code.”

Alex nodded.

Edeen shook her head and Roque shifted in his sleep. “But they would be old codes.”

“With enough of them, we would learn basic patterns and be able to decipher the new codes as they come through. Look, I know this is a lot to take in and so quickly, but it is important.”

Her hand strayed to the little puncture wounds on her neck, her mind reeling. She had been hurled into another century’s war. She didn’t know how she had gotten here or why? Or how Alex and Roque knew to come to the cliffs to find an empath in the first place. A sudden thought occurred to her. What if a sorcerer from this time had plucked her from her family for this exact purpose? If so, she needed to find him and make him send her back. If searching a courier’s memories was the price to find this sorcerer, she would gladly do it. That is, if she could summon her gift at all.
 

Edeen nodded. She didn’t know what she was dealing with and didn’t want to seem too eager to help. “I’ll think on it, Alex. Right now, ‘tis all so much.”

“I understand.” He seemed so genuine, she wanted to trust him.

“What do we do now?”

“Wait. Get some rest and allow Roque time to heal.”

Now that the rare
bull
-et was gone from his body, Alex seemed certain Roque could mend on his own.

Edeen ran the back of her hand across Roque’s forehead, pushing his wet hair back in the process. He was still warm to the touch.

“And what then?” she asked. “We are still trapped.”

Alex smiled at that, his eyes sparking with the trace of a secret.

“Go to sleep.” He stretched out on the ground, using his bag to pillow his head. “It’s not as hopeless as it seems.”

Chapter Six

Fire coiled beneath his blood, raw, savage, an inferno. At fourteen, his first transformation should not be upon him for months yet.

“Give him more.” Geschopf shouted, the vein at his forehead bulging purple behind his skin. “See what he can take.”

Liquid ice poured through his veins from the needle violating the inside of his elbow. He screamed, a raw, guttural sound born of violation. He clenched down on a swell of fire. He would not transform. He would not. Geschopf wanted him to, wanted more than anything for Roque to become a dragon, and Roque knew deep down that if he did, if he gave into it under the Black Claw’s ministrations, he would be lost. Geschopf would own his soul.

Roque lurched out of sleep, gasping, flames sprouting off his skin, catching on his clothes.

“Peace, ye’re well.” The woman, Edeen crooned, holding his shoulder down over the part of his shirt that did not burn. Coming to himself, he quickly quenched the fire within, patting the flames out on his arms and chest.

“Ye dreamed.” Edeen watched him warily.

Roque looked away and swallowed, recoiling from the images lingering behind his eyes.
Geschopf. Experiments. Cages. Pain. So much pain.
He hadn’t transformed. He never transformed.
His heart pulsed erratically. He had not dreamed of his youth in a long time.

He searched the darkness, his draconic senses stroking along the rich minerals embedded in the stone, thrusting into a multitude of veins and tunnels. He felt the cliffs, old and heavy around them. He sensed the caverns below the waves, a bullet he could not push out, a woman’s heartbeat pushing sweet blood through a lush body tied to the magic of the earth stronger than any the dragon had detected before. Old magic, like his own.

His side still throbbed. He looked down to inspect his wound, but found silky fabric wrapped around his torso, moist and steaming from the heat of his skin. She had given up her dress to make bandages for him.

He lifted his gaze and was struck by the flawlessness of the woman. She had stripped down to her undergarments. The thin white chemise was still damp on her form, pulled tight around her curves and satin skin. His mouth suddenly went dry.

Treasure
. The dragon scraped to the surface for a closer look. “Are you all right?”

Startled green eyes widened. “I’m well.”

He tilted his head, studying. It surprised her that he’d asked how she fared. Considering she had awoken into a new world scant hours before, snagged off a cliff and shot at, she was handling things remarkably well.
  

His gaze drifted to the wounds at her neck—his bite—and heat flared in his blood.
Possessive
.

What was he going to do with her? His job was to keep her from Nazi hands, but handing her over to the Allied Command didn’t sit well with him either. Even if she could help with the enigma machine and gods knows what else, it wasn’t right to use her.

“Has your gift returned?”

Long lashes lowered, splaying like bruises upon pale cheeks. “Nay,” she whispered, her tone betraying loss. It was like listening to heartbreak. He felt like a cad for being relieved, yet without her empathic abilities, Allied Command would have no use for her.

Hitler would have no use for her.

She would be safe.

Despair splashed over his heart. That was a hopeless wish. There was no safety for her. Even without her gift, there would always be those who disbelieved. She’d forever be hunted.

A protectiveness seared Roque’s heart, a raging inferno.

“Why is that man after you?”

Direct. Roque appreciated that. He glanced at Alex slumbering on his side, quietly snoring. “Alex didn’t explain?”