“I didn’t mean to do it.” Iona’s voice sounded small and tear-choked behind him. “Rafe gave me no choice, Aric.”
He glanced behind him, not because he cared what the duplicitous slut had to say but because he didn’t want to end up with a blade in his back.
“He was crazy, Aric. I think he intended to use this UV to kill himself and all the other Breed males under this roof.”
As she spoke in that quiet, desperate voice, Iona’s hazel eyes seemed huge in her pretty face. She was a beauty, even he had to admit that. And she was looking at him with a kind of helpless desperation--a trembling innocence--that would have been hard for any man to resist.
Except for him.
“You can drop the damsel in distress act. It’s not going to work on me.”
Her mouth twisted. “No. Your friend was much easier to read. I only had to show him what he wanted to see and he fell right into my hands. And between my legs.”
Aric cursed, hating that his animus for this heartless witch had to take him away from trying to help his wounded friend. Iona’s gaze widened as he stood up and faced her fully.
“I’ve never been with a daywalker,” she murmured, turning from coy waif to sultry siren in an instant. “It’s a pity. I’ll bet you and I would burn up the sheets, warrior.”
Aric snorted. “Even if my heart didn’t already belong to Kaya, I’d never dirty my hands on Reginald Crowe’s leavings.”
She laughed at that. “You think he was my lover? Reginald Crowe was my father.”
Aric sneered. “In that case, the Order’s going to have a good time wringing you dry for information on Opus Nostrum and the Atlantean queen he served.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t think so.”
Without another word or warning, she hit the timer device in her hand and threw it into the elevator before closing the doors and sending the packed car upward to the mansion.
Then she brought her knife up to her throat and sliced it all the way across.
“No!” Aric cursed as the Order’s best source of Opus intel dropped to the floor.
But even worse than that loss--exponentially worse--was the ultraviolet bomb now making its way into the heart of the command center.
He put all of his concentration into halting the car with his mind. Then he stalled the timer on Iona Lynch’s detonator. He would deal with the rest of that problem later.
Suddenly, Aric was no longer alone in the room. All of the Breed males in the place had been alerted to the overwhelming scent of so much spilled blood. Dante went directly to his fallen son on a roar that shook the concrete walls. His bellow was followed by Tess’s anguished cry. She fell to her son’s side, her healing hands covering the blood-soaked area of his pierced heart.
“He’s alive,” she gasped. “Oh, thank God. Rafe’s still alive.”
Aric did his best to explain what he’d walked in on, and the reason he’d known the Breedmate lying dead nearby was the betrayer the Order had been looking for.
The Order elders crowded in around him, a hundred questions issued at the same time while Tess and Dante and several of the other Breedmates moved in to carry Rafe away for treatment of his wounds.
Kaya now raced down to the room as well. Aric had never seen a more welcome sight. She went to his side on a soft exhalation, wrapping herself around him in front of everyone in the room. He held her close, never intending to let her go.
CHAPTER 29
Kaya stood within the circle of Aric’s strong arms, the warm water of the shower having washed away all of the blood and grime and stress of the day’s ordeals.
They had just made love beneath the soothing spray, an unrushed mating they’d both seemed to need with equal desperation. They held each other close, neither of them seeming to be able to stand more than an inch of separation after all of the loss and anguish that surrounded them.
But there was hope too.
Rafe was recovering in the infirmary. Aric had reached him in the nick of time, and now Tess was doing everything in her power to ensure her son’s healing was complete. His body would bear no scars from today, nor would his punctured heart. His flesh and organs were restored, but no one seemed confident that the angry, vengeful male who had awoken from the betrayal he suffered would ever be the same on the inside.
“I still can’t believe how thoroughly Iona Lynch deceived us all,” Kaya murmured as she and Aric caressed each other with slick, soapy hands. “None of us suspected a thing.”
Aric grunted. “Only Tess had an inkling that something wasn’t right.”
“She did?”
He nodded. “More or less, at any rate. A few weeks ago, when Mira and Kellan needed Tess’s healing help, she accidentally gazed into Mira’s eyes.”
Kaya drew back, looking up at him in surprise. “Do you mean Tess saw a vision?”
Without the lavender contact lenses Mira wore, her eyes were mirrors that reflected the future to anyone who stared into her naked gaze. Aric acknowledged with a sober expression.
“What did Tess see?”
“Rafe and his blood-bonded mate. Tess saw him happy with a family of his own, and the woman he was with was not Siobhan O’Shea. Or Iona Lynch, as the case may be.”
“Then who?”
Aric shook his head. “No one Tess has seen before. She says she was surprised to see Rafe so smitten with someone who didn’t fulfill the prediction, but she never dreamed the meek little waif could be a danger to her son or anyone else.”
Kaya considered for a moment. “No wonder she seemed oddly quiet at the ceremony when Rafe was talking about how captivated he was with Siobhan. Er, Iona. Let’s just call her Reginald Crowe’s daughter.”
Aric exhaled a sharp breath. “I
