Chapter 16 #3
“I’ll want a rundown tomorrow,” she warned.
“As if I kiss and tell. Talk to you later.”
Hitting the end button, she looked at Elijah, who met her gaze.
Her dad was finally putting himself out there.
She thought she’d be happy about that. She was…
mostly. But there was a part of her—an admittedly childish part of her—that felt as if her dad was leaving her mom behind.
Which was something Lindsay still couldn’t do.
“You’re close to your sire,” Elijah noted.
“We’re all each other has, if that makes sense.”
Nodding, he said, “Explains why Adrian has lycans guarding him.”
Her foot lifted from the gas pedal. “What? Why?”
“Adrian assigned lycans to watch your father. I didn’t know why. Now I do. He’s doing it for you because your sire is important to you.”
“When did he set that up?”
“In Vegas.”
Lindsay pushed harder on the gas, thinking it would be better not to be behind the wheel at the moment. “Why would my dad need guards?”
“Anyone important to Adrian is at risk of being used against him.”
Getting to her dad would get to her, which would get to Adrian. “If something ever happened—”
“Don’t worry.” Elijah offered a reassuring smile. “Adrian asked me to pick the team, and I suggested the best of the pack. They’ll keep him safe.”
She might have kissed him if she hadn’t been driving. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You should thank Adrian, too.”
“Yes,” she said softly, her heart softening further. Adrian’s fall wasn’t the immediate concern; it was her own fall that was imminent. “I should. I will. Hell, everything’s a mess.”
“Yep.”
Which reminded her why they were driving to the Point in the first place. “Do you know what happened to your friend? Why he was missing?”
“He was ambushed and left for dead. It took him a couple of days to make it to the highway, where he was found.”
“Jesus,” she breathed. “Was it vamps?”
Elijah gave a curt nod and gestured for her to turn left up ahead.
“Fuckers. I want to kill them all.” Even as Lindsay said the words, the depth of hatred in them surprised her.
Her life had changed so much in the past couple of weeks.
Vampires were now hurting her friends, and they were responsible for making it impossible for her to have Adrian.
She couldn’t think of one good reason for them to exist. They were like fleas or mosquitoes—disgusting, worthless, bloodsucking parasites that were better off extinct.
She pulled up to the wrought-iron gate and gatehouse that protected the Point. The guard took one look at Elijah and let them in.
It was midafternoon. The sun was still high in the sky, affording her the opportunity to check out all she’d missed the first time she’d driven through the elegant gate.
The wolves stayed on the other side of a rise in the road, keeping themselves hidden from public view.
When she crested the top, she saw them dotting the native landscape.
So many of them. So majestic and imminently dangerous.
Pulling around the circular driveway, she parked. She tried to expel some of her tension with a swift, audible exhalation.
Elijah was out of the car in a controlled yet powerful rush of movement, opening her door before she had released her seatbelt.
He waited until she climbed out, then pointed to a large hangar-like building set atop a hill about half a mile away.
“I’ll be there. You can come up when you’re done grabbing your things, or wait for me here.
If I’m more than an hour, I’ll send word. ”
Lindsay caught his arm before he turned away.
He stared down at her hand, which she pulled back quickly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to put my scent on you. I just— I’m sorry about your friend, Elijah.”
His gaze lifted to hers, and his features softened. “I know you are. Thank you.”
“If you need anything, I’m here for you.” She offered a commiserating smile, then headed toward the double-door entrance. She’d just lifted her hand to knock when the door opened.
“Ms. Gibson.”
A tall, sinewy male filled the doorway. His hair was long, hanging past his shoulders. He brought to mind a Viking warrior of old, grim-faced and resolute.
Lindsay hesitated. “Hi. I just need to grab my stuff; then I’ll get out of here.”
He stared at her for a moment, assessing her in a way that suggested he found her lacking. Then he gestured her in.
She knew he was an angel. All the Sentinels had the same flame blue eyes, although only Adrian’s ever gave off heat. The Sentinels were works of art, really. It was rather intimidating being surrounded by dozens of perfect, gorgeous beings.
Since the redhead declined to say anything further, Lindsay headed straight for the bedroom she’d used when she’d spent the night.
Everything looked the way she had left it—the bed was made, and her toiletries were neatly arranged on the bathroom counter.
When she’d last walked out of the room, almost two weeks earlier, she had expected to be back that night.
The loss of what she might have had if she could’ve joined Adrian’s world tightened her throat and made it hard to swallow.
In hindsight, the plans she’d made to live in this sumptuous space, with its balcony that led to a deck where she could watch angels take flight with the sunrise, and its owner, who was the most magnificent creature on earth, seemed preposterous.
But she’d held the dream for a moment, and she missed it terribly.
Lindsay looked at the bed as she moved past it, remembering how she’d fantasized about seducing Adrian there. Her imagination in that regard had been especially vivid, yet nowhere near as raw and searing as the real deal had turned out to be.
“I’ve got to get out of here,” she muttered, fighting the fierce desire to stay—forever. Fighting the aching longing to embrace the angel, his life, and the possible friends—like Elijah—who would understand what drove her.
Packing in record time, Lindsay grabbed the handle of her suitcase and wheeled it out of the house.
She had to pass a large number of Sentinels who’d crawled out of the woodwork to get a look at her.
She now understood why they eyed her the way they did.
She was the interloping human who was fucking with their leader’s head.
Despite their palpable animosity, she paused on the threshold of the open front door and faced them.
“I’m rooting for you guys,” she said. She wanted to ask them to take care of Adrian for her, but she didn’t have the right to do so. He belonged to them, not her.
The front door shut behind her with a soft click of finality. She didn’t cry; she refused. She would not feel sorry for herself for doing the right thing for Adrian. For the world, actually, which was dependent on him but didn’t know it.
Popping open her trunk, she collapsed the telescoping handle of her suitcase and lifted the carry-on from the ground. The wind kicked up, swirling in a funnel that encompassed only her. She was held motionless in the churning embrace.
Stay, stay, stay, it crooned.
“I’ve caused enough trouble,” she shot back.
Don’t go, Lindsay. Lindsay… Lindsay… The wind ceased abruptly, leaving a vacuum in which her name cracked like a whip.
“Lindsay.”
Her head turned. Adrian stood beside the open rear door of the Maybach, which sat idling at the start of the circular part of the driveway.
The wind was all over him like a lover, riffling through his dark hair, which had grown at least a half inch since she’d last seen him.
He looked rakish and beautiful in a black long-sleeved Henley and dark blue tailored slacks.
His face was serenely composed and his posture relaxed, but she sensed the turmoil raging within him.
His gaze dropped to the suitcase in her hands, and an icy surge of desolation washed over her, making her shiver. She’d never felt such hopeless despair, such heartrending guilt and pain. His and hers. Tears stung her eyes. She could scarcely catch her breath.
God. Of all the things she had to give up, why did it have to be him? She’d give up what little she had if it meant she could have him without restriction for any amount of time.
He shattered his stillness by lunging toward her and breaking into a dead run.
The carry-on fell from her slackened grip and hit the gravel drive. “Adrian.”
She’d barely taken a few steps when he snatched her up, tackling the breath from her lungs.
His wings burst free in an eruption of crimson-stained alabaster, and they surged into the air.