want to get a look at what’s left of the slug.”
“That’s evidence. Baines is going to want it.”
Talia bit her lip, wondering if she was saying too much. “Whatever he can do, I’m better. Trust me on this.”
Worry furrowed his forehead again. “I’ll see what I can do. Be careful.”
“I will. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Kissing her lightly, he squeezed her hand and left her there. Talia stuck her hand in her pocket, wishing she could keep the warmth of him a moment longer.
Wow. Weren’t they in couple mode?
There’s no way it can last. There’s too many reasons why it won’t work, starting with the fact that you’re a monster and a monster-killer. How’s that going to play with his pack?
Talia hunched against her inner voice, wishing it would just shut up for ten seconds. She liked what was going on with Lore. The fact that he had protected her made her feel worth protecting and, dammit, she meant to enjoy that for as long as she could.
She went back to the elevator, taking it to the main level. It wasn’t hard to find the cafeteria from there. The greasy smell might as well have been a flashing sign.
Talia suspected the place was designed with the hospital’s future revenues in mind. It was the typical mix of cardiac-arresting doughnuts and fried food, dirty tables, and lighting so bad no one would notice that she was a vampire. About the only things she could ingest there were the cashier or herb tea. She was contemplating her options when she saw Errata at one of the tables by the wall, scribbling in a notebook.
She was about to walk over when she caught sight of someone else out of the corner of her eye. What the hell?
Talia turned, frowning in the direction she thought she’d seen her brother. That’s crazy. Max is thousands of miles away. Shaking herself, she blinked the image away. It was unsettling. She’d been thinking about him and had seen his name on the bulletin board that morning. Obviously, she was missing him a lot.
Talia headed over and sat down opposite Errata. The werecougar looked up. Her eyes were red from crying.
“Hi,” Talia said softly. “Lore’s gone upstairs. I’m waiting for him here.”
Errata closed the notebook and took a swallow of coffee. She looked like a woman trying to compose herself. “Why Perry? Everybody loves him.”
Talia felt a pang for her. There was never only one victim. “He had evidence that he was going to show Lore. Maybe somebody knew about it.” By somebody, she meant Belenos.
Errata gave her a look that said she understood what Talia was getting at. “But how?”
“Or what? Do you know what he found?”
Errata shook her head. “I’ve been at CSUP all day. We’re short-staffed because of holidays. I was going to meet him late tonight. Then Lore called me at the station.”
Once again, Talia thought she saw Max walk by in the distance. This time she got a better look, and it made her sit bolt upright. “Excuse me.” She stood up, feeling suddenly light-headed. “I just saw someone I know.”
“Is everything okay? You don’t look happy about it.”
Without answering, Talia strode quickly between the tables, heading for the corridor where she thought she’d seen him pass. It had been a glimpse, his head and shoulders above the half wall that separated the eatery from the main hallway, but his profile had been clear. Talia knew Max’s face as well as her own.
What the blazes was he doing in Fairview?
A chill ran over her body as she put puzzle pieces together. There weren’t a lot of options. Max did only one thing: He hunted, and he used silver safety slugs. Perry had survived, and professionals came back to finish the job if they didn’t succeed the first time. As long as her brother was here, Perry was in danger.
No, no, I must be having a brain cramp. This can’t be real. She reached the hallway and looked around, dreading and wishing for a glimpse of Max’s dark head.
She nearly missed him in the hospital crowd. He was turning into the service stairway that led down to the basement. The tension in Talia’s shoulders cranked up a notch. What’s down there? She ran to follow, wishing she had more than a knife to defend herself.
Max was her brother, but he would likely kill her on sight. Stupidly, that didn’t stop her from longing to cry out after him. She wanted to see recognition in his eyes one more time.
Slipping through the door, she stood on the landing for a moment, listening to the sound of footfalls descending. Why was he going down there? There was no underground parking at the hospital. That was all outdoors.
Silently, she followed, scanning for some clue as to what drew Max. Weren’t morgues usually in the basement? Creepy.
She reached the bottom of the stairs, putting her hand on the knob of the fire door that separated the landing from whatever lay beyond. Nerves urged her to hurry, to try to catch up, but experience told her to play it cool. She listened a moment, and was rewarded with the shush-thump, shush-thump of a heartbeat. He’d heard someone coming, and was waiting on the other side of the door. Talia debated, her hand hovering above the door handle. Abandon the chase, or find out what her brother might know? That meant confronting him.
The quiet was broken by the sound of a round being chambered. He knew he was being followed.
This was a dance she’d done before, but it usually ended in a death. She’d have to be good, very good, to make this end well.
She grabbed the door handle and pushed it open with as much force as she could muster. In the same gesture, she tucked and rolled, making herself as tiny a target as possible. Max fired at where her head had been moments before.
Regaining her feet, she grabbed him from behind and slammed his face into the painted concrete of the wall. He grunted with surprise, dropping the semiautomatic. Talia yanked his head back, using his hair as a handle.
“Talia!” His voice held pure horror.
“Sh!”
Max was silent.
She waited, forcing away the chorus in her heart that was cheering, It’s Max! It’s him! Were they safe? After the gunshots, she expected a sudden rush of security guards, or morgue workers. Somebody.
Nobody came. For whatever reason—budget cuts? shift change? the weather?—the basement was deserted. A shielding spell? There were such things, to keep passersby from noticing a crime. If someone had used one, she wouldn’t necessarily know.
“Talia.” Her name came out in a croak.
That yearned-for look of recognition was in his eyes. She breathed in the familiar scent of him, childhood coming back in a rush of remembered laughter, fights, shared meals, and shared secrets. He was solid proof that she’d had a life and people who loved her.
But that life hadn’t been kind to him. Once, dark-haired Maxim Rostov would have given Joe a run for his money in the hot-guy department. The few years since she’d seen Max had been hard. He was only thirty, but he looked haggard, his dark eyes eating up the rest of his face. In his own way, he’d suffered as much as she had. Poor Max.
“You!” he snarled. “What are you doing here?”
She flinched at the rage in his voice. “I ran away. I had to get away from Belenos. This was on the other side of the continent.”
He was immobilized, her fingers laced through his hair, her other hand pressing him into the wall. She was stronger than him now, and she could smell the fear coming off him in waves. Tears welled in her eyes. She was doing this to him. His little sister. “If I let you go, are you going to try to kill me?”
She hoped he would say no, and wished even harder that she could believe him. “I still love you. You’re still my brother.”
“You bit me!”
It had been one of the king’s embellishments of cruelty. He’d taken both brother and sister, but Turned only one. Then he served up the other for dessert. Barely days old, burning bright with hunger, she’d had no self-
