He smiled grimly. What had he done? Even now, he wasn't entirely sure. He'd risked his life and cheated death, but until Nikki regained consciousness, he wouldn't know if it were all worth it. There could be aftereffects, either from her drowning or his own intervention. There was a very real possibility he might have destroyed the fire he was trying to save.
He raised the beer, taking a long drink. It didn't ease the burning in his throat.
Worry shot through Seline's mental tones. He sighed again. She'd be out to Lyndhurst in a flash if he didn't start answering. The last thing he needed was a face-to-face confrontation with the old witch.
And it was unusual enough for Seline to worry. No doubt his ice cool reputation had been shot all to hell, as well.
The threat made him smile, as she no doubt intended. Seline barely reached his shoulders, and was a thin, frail-looking woman. But she didn't look the one hundred and eighty years Michael knew her to be, and she certainly didn't act it.
Trust wasn't his problem. Would she understand the sheer desperation that had made him act as he had?
Would she accept his need to break a vow? Understand that he might lose Nikki anyway, because of his actions?
Made her live, against her will. He closed his eyes and took another long gulp of beer.
The sudden tension down the mental lines told him Seline understood the risk he'd taken.
Michael opened his eyes and studied Nikki's still features. She lay unmoving on the bed, her skin almost translucent, as if still held by the specter of death. He couldn't reach her mind, couldn't open the link between them, and it worried him.
How did all this happen?
That Jake still lived was a miracle. With the injuries he'd sustained, he'd have to be surviving on sheer force of will alone. But such courage deserved respect. Michael hoped the hospital could work a miracle.
Not just for Nikki's sake, but his own. Jake was a rare find in this day and age—someone who looked beyond fear, beyond humanity, to see the person that lay beneath.
I'll handle it.
Concern ran down the link. Are you sure? Gail's ready to go.
Her thoughts recoiled from the force of his anger, and he cursed. Lashing out at his friends would help no one, least of all Nikki.
What he should do and what he wanted to do were two very different things.
And have her share his world of darkness? As much as he ached to do just that, to finally have someone to walk by his side, it wasn't right or fair to ask her to do so. Darkness had been too much a part of her life already.
Amusement filtered down the line. That sounds terribly familiar. Wonder where I've heard that
He smiled. I have to leave her. I have no real choice.
He ran a hand through his hair. Fat lot of good that advice does me.
She broke the contact. He sighed and finished the rest of his beer. Seline was right. If he couldn't touch Nikki's mind now, after all they'd shared, what hope did Jasper have?
He pushed out of the chair that had been his home for the last thirty-six hours and walked across to the window. The late afternoon light washed through the lace curtains. Even in his weakened state, the sun held no threat.
But fatigue did.
He had to eat, had to regain strength as quickly as he could. When he finally caught Jasper, he had to be fit enough to take him.
The bastard had to pay.
She floated in a soothing sea of darkness, a world without sound, without worry. At peace. Yet something within was restless, needing to be gone from this place.
A voice called, but she turned away, not wanting to confront the pain it represented. The voice would not be ignored. It filled her mind, demanding her return, relentless in its pursuit. Stirred to life, she finally woke and opened her eyes.
She was in her own room. Nikki blinked, confused. How did she get here?
Michael, obviously. Somehow he'd passed the barrier threshold of her home.
Somehow, he'd forced her to live.
She bit her lip and looked around the room. Nothing had changed. But she was alone and had been for some time. Michael was nowhere near—he was several miles away, gaining nourishment from a herd of dairy cows.
She blinked. How could she possibly know that without reaching for the link? What has he done to
She clenched her fists and closed her eyes, trying to recall the last moments in the mine. She remembered the golden light and its comforting warmth—remembered Michael's desperate plea. Then something had yanked