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Chapter 27
Tara breathed a sigh of relief when the wife of the male she was dancing with interrupted their dance - with a very annoyed glare at her mate. She was so tired, more so mentally than physically, and was happy to walk away from the boring male who had insisted on a second dance. She had never listened for that long before and it was giving her one hell of a headache. She rubbed her temples with her fingertips as she wove through the dancers, looking for an exit. She slid her mental shields back into place to give her mind a reprieve.
A warm hand rested on her lower back and she had to suppress a sigh. She pasted on a smile and turned to her next suitor. Tru stood behind her with a wicked smile on his face. Tara grinned back at him and felt the tension in her back relax immediately.
“You aren’t supposed to fraternizing with me or Mel remember?” she chided him - doing her best impression of her sire - but she let him take her hand and lead her back onto the dance floor without a fight.
“Oh, I know, but I think it would be too suspicious if I talk and dance with every female in the room accept the prettiest one here.” He squeezed the hand he held in his.
“I doubt anyone is keeping track of whom you’ve danced with,” Tara said, but she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.
“They are now, and they’ll be jealous of you and want me even more,” he replied.
“You don’t need jealousy to attract them, and you know it,” Tara raised a brow in challenge. “Use your gifts and they’ll tell you whatever you want, just to get in your pants.”
Tru frowned and looked away. Tara had been enjoying the silence of having her shields back in place - which was an odd thought, seeing as how it was usually the other way around - but she was really tempted to lift them and find out what was bothering her male. He never seemed to have a problem experimenting with his special talents in the months they had been together.
“I haven’t tried that on anyone but you since...well since you moved in,” Tru said, answering her question before she had to ask it.
“I never pegged you as shy Tru,” Tara hedged.
He spun her in a swift circle and pulled her close to his body. Tara’s heart sped up in response and she had to focus hard to keep herself from giving in and kissing him. She felt the slide of his influence as it soaked into her skin and her legs quivered beneath her flowing dress.
“So you want me doing this,” he released another wave of lust over her and Tara felt her panties grow damp in response. “To all the other females in the room?” he finished with an evil grin.
“Stop it, before I jump you in the middle of the dance floor,” Tara scolded. She wasn’t used to resisting Tru’s pull now that they were together, so it felt strange as she pushed back mentally until he smiled and drew back - both physically and with his gift.
“So do you?” he asked again.
“Without the touching, yes,” she answered hesitantly. “I’m not saying you should fuck them all, just...make them want you enough to tell you all their little secrets.” Tara didn’t particularly like the idea of anyone else lusting after her male, but if it helped them unmask the rebellion it could be worth it.
“I’m working mainly the older crowd Princess, and I don’t enjoy the thought of them ogling me,” he said with a hint of disgust. “I just ran into my mahmen.” He shuddered.
“Really?” Tara asked. Okay so maybe that would be creepy. “How did that go?”
“Well, after I recovered from the shock.” Tru supported her weight as he dipped her in time to the music. “She wanted to meet you but I didn’t think that would be such a great idea tonight.”
“Good call,” Tara said.
“I may have promised her we would go over one night for a meal. I hope that’s okay?” Tru watched her face, so Tara had to control her reaction - her heart speeding up at the thought of meeting Tru’s parents. That seemed like a big step.
“Of course,” she replied with a smile. Tru’s shoulders relaxed - she hadn’t even felt him tense. She would cross that bridge later - they had already been dancing together for too long.
“Have you found out anything useful?” she asked to get things back on track.
“No, the females here are too caught up in the comfort of the familiar, I doubt any of them would rebel against the Brotherhood because it’s tradition - their mates would be stupid to include them in a rebellion - and one thing we know for sure is that whoever is behind all of this is far from stupid.” Tru’s forehead was creased with concern and Tara itched to smooth away the lines with her fingertips.
“Why don’t you move on the some of the males?” Tara suggested. “I’m sure there are a few here who would respond better to you than me or Mel.”
“Most males here know I’m a Warrior, I don’t think they would let their guards down enough to let anything slip.” Tru said.
“Unless you used a little of your talent to mess with their heads.” Tara knew Tru had used his gift on males before - he had told her as much - and that it worked just as well on them as it did on females.
“I’ll think about it,” Tru said, cutting of the conversation with another irritated look.
Just as Tara was about to press the issue she felt a sharp slap of fear - a familiar fear that she could recognize even with her shields up. The flavor of the emotions were as familiar to her as her own and she immediately stepped back from Tru in search of her best friend.
“What’s wrong?” Tru asked, stepping to follow her.
“I don’t know, but you can’t help.” Tara was too concerned by the anger and dread seeping into her mind, that she didn’t think about how that would sound until after it left her lips. “Sorry, it’s Mel,” she rushed to explain. “Don’t worry I got this, you get back to work.” She rushed away from a stunned Tru, wondering what could possibly have stirred up these old emotions in her friend.
…......
I am going to kill him slowly, Mel thought. Rising to her feet - her anger finally outweighing her crippling fear. Mel hated that she still feared this male, but when your nightmare strolls arrogantly into a ballroom how else can you react? Mel had forgotten about the knife strapped to her inner thigh, but the weight was reassuring to her now that she was stalking toward her prey. Her vision was blurred with a crimson haze that grew brighter with every step. To hell with this mission, to hell with her cover - this male was going to die right here, right now.
“Mel,” Tara’s voice was more inside her head than in her ears. Suddenly the red faded away from her sight and Mel felt a sleepy wave of calm flow over her. She loosened her fists and was surprised to feel the sting of cuts on her palms where her nails had broken the skin. She knew she was mad, that she had to kill the bastard that had raped and killed her only sister, but she couldn’t feel anything but peace and calm. She spun around trying to locate Tara in the crowded ballroom.
“Are you okay?” Rhen - her forgotten dance partner - asked from her left.
“There you are!” Tara said in an over-excited voice.
Mel spun to her right and grabbed onto her friend’s hand. Let my mind go Tara, it’s him, Lucian is the one from the alley. Mel projected her thoughts as loud as she could.
“I need to talk to you. Can I steal you away for a minute?” Tara asked, unfazed - though Mel saw a slight twitch in her right eye. Are you sure? Tara asked silently.
“Yes,” Mel said - answering both questions aloud. She could still feel Tara’s control dampening her emotions, but she knew the female was only trying to help - or was that Tara’s influence as well?
Tara linked her arm through Mel’s and pulled her gently away from Rhen and her target. They swept quickly through the crowd to a mostly vacant hallway. Once they were out of earshot Tara turned to face to face her. Mel felt it when Tara receded from her mind - the fear rushed back first, swiftly followed by her anger.
“Why did you pull me away?” she demanded. “He killed Phyrie! I need to make him pay.” Mel’s voice dropped low in a dangerous whisper. She could feel her muscles tensing for the fight, and adrenaline shooting through her veins.
“Think about this Mel,” Tara dipped her head to catch Mel’s eye. When their eyes met the room around them faded out and Mel felt their lifelong connection click into place. It was like putting on a favorite pair of jeans. They stood like that for a few minutes before Tara broke the silence - bringing them back to the here and now.
“We are undercover in a house full of people - some of whom are looking for an excuse to discredit the Brotherhood. What do you think is going to happen if you attack the guest of honor?”
“I don’t care!” Mel raised her voice, heat rising to her face.
“We need to talk to Thrett or Krym before we do anything. You have to calm down,” Tara insisted, pulling Mel into a gentle embrace. “I believe you and we will get him, but not here - not now Mel.”
“I can’t go back in there and not kill him Tara.” She was dead serious about that.
Mel knew if anyone could understand her, it would be Tara, and she held on tighter to the female as tears started to slide down her cheeks. She was furious and confused, but she was thankful that Tara was letting her keep control of her own emotions. Mel had a second to marvel at how much Tara’s skills had grown in the past few months before another familiar voice caught her attention.
“What’s wrong?” Dhayn asked, his arms held out awkwardly like he wanted to join in on the hug but had stopped himself halfway.
“We need Thrett. Lucian’s not who he says he is,” Tara explained, releasing her hold on Mel so that Dhayn could step in and take over.
“I knew there was something off about him. What did you find out?” Dhayn asked as he rubbed Mel’s back. She felt herself calm a little more at his touch and she surrendered to his reassuring strength. She had the two people she loved the most on her side and that was enough to take the edge off of her rage.
“He killed my sister,” Mel said. She felt all the muscles under Dhayn’s suit tense at her words.
“Then he’s a dead male,” Dhayn growled. She couldn’t agree more.
…......
Tru had to shake himself out of his stupor and get back to work, but Tara’s abrupt departure had left him more than a little confused. Where was she? And what had freaked her out all of a sudden. He didn’t think that it was anything he had said, but he ran through their conversation again in his mind just to be sure. Nope, nothing outside of the norm, he decided.
If anything he should be upset. She kept insisting he use his weird sexual draw - something he only recently discovered was even possible - on other people. He hadn’t been meaning to influence people in the past, and the thought of it still kind of creeped him out. She only wanted him to mess with their heads, not actually sleep with them, but he still didn’t know if he even knew how to do that. Tara didn’t really understand how hisgift - as she called it - really worked. Half the time he didn’t even understand it. He had been working with her to learn how to keep the draw under control, but they hadn’t really practiced letting it loose without the end result being naked and sweaty. Tru shook himself again to keep his mind from thoughts of being with Tara, which would not help his control.
He headed to the bar and poured himself a strong drink. The rye burned going down but it did help take the edge off. He scanned the room, wondering whom he should interrogate next.
“Intrudehr,” a male voice said from beside him. Tru was all too familiar with the sound of this male. He turned to face his sire.
“Bharron.” Tru gave his sire a half nod in greeting. He hadn’t seen the male in months but he felt his anger stirring to the surface and had to tamper it down.
“Your mahmen tells me that the prodigal son is coming home for dinner. What happened? Did you squander your inheritance already?” His cocky stance and smug grin made the hair on the back of Tru’s neck stand on end.
“No,” Tru answered bluntly. He had forgotten how much he hated the male who raised him - if you could call beating him between business trips a form of parenting. Tru realized with a small thrill that he was taller than his sire now, and in much better shape. He squared his shoulders and stared right back at the older male.
“Well I see it’s not because you’ve missed me,” Bharron laughed and brought his drink to his lips to take a sip of the amber liquid.
“I’ve been gone a long time, Mahmen deserves better,” than you, he finished silently. Tru had to remind himself that he had promised to try and be cordial - for his mahmen.
“How is business?” Tru asked to try and break the ice - or in their case the brick wall - between them. Bharron had inherited a lot of his wealth from his sire - as had Tru - but he had taken his share and invested it in many companies over the years - multiplying it tenfold. Tru may have hated the male, but he couldn’t fault his business sense.
“Keeping me busy, the factory in Texas is starting to lose ground so I’m headed down there next week to take what is mine and invest it elsewhere.” Bharron said arrogantly.
He seemed to relax easily after that. He filled Tru in on his businesses and partners, oblivious to the fact that he had no interest in any of it. The minutes seemed to slow as his sire monologued about the pros and cons of playing the stock market in today’s economy. Tru tuned back in only when he heard a familiar name.
“Sorry, who did you say?” he interrupted.
“Lucian, the male who bested the Brotherhood and saved that poor female,” Bharron said, clearly irritated that Tru hadn’t been paying close enough attention. “I transferred him to my security team here in the city, and it’s a good thing I did.” He seemed quite pleased with himself.
“Lucian works for you?” Tru asked.
“Of course, he has for years. Another of the Brotherhood’s mistakes - letting him go.” Bitterness leaked into his tone and Tru knew he was thinking of his own rejection.
“He was offered a place as a Warrior,” Tru said, thinking of both of the males.
“An insult,” Bharron snapped.
“An honor,” Tru corrected. “I am happy to continue to serve as a Warrior if they choose not to accept me into their ranks.” He would definitely take a hit to his pride, but it he would accept their decision - Virgin knows he was glad they hadn’t initiated his sire.
“We shall see, when the time comes for your refusal,” Bharron said indignantly.
Tru clenched his jaw. So they had come full circle. He would never last more than ten minutes in a conversation with his sire without wanting to deck him. He took a deep breath and set his empty glass down on the table.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Tru said, stepping away. “I guess I’ll be seeing you again soon.”
Bharron smiled as if he had won their verbal battle and waved Tru off. The male was just asking for a right hook to the face. Tru turned and walked away before he could do anything stupid. He had to find one of the Brothers and fill them in on what his sire had told him. Why hadn’t Lucian told them who he worked for?
…......
Dhayn held Mel’s hand tight in the car ride back to the mansion. She was not happy - understandably so - about leaving without Lucian’s head. Her sire had to be physically subdued by Thrett and Steahlth to get him into the car. Tara and Intrudehr were staying longer with a couple of the Brothers to avoid suspicion, but Thrett had insisted on removing Mel and her family to avoid a disaster. Dhayn and his uncle were accompanying them back to the mansion just in case they decided to try and return to the party and finish Lucian off.
“I don’t care who he saved, I’m going to see him dead D,” Mel broke the tense silence.
“And I’ll be there to back you up, but Thrett is right,” Dhayn gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “We have to get some sort of proof Mel, you remembering his voice from over ten years ago won’t cut it now that he has placed himself on such a high pedestal.” Dhayn knew she was pissed about her word not being enough, but he had to agree with the Commander on this one.
“How am I supposed to sit by and wait while we find this proof, there isn’t any!” Mel threw her head back against the headrest in exasperation.
“We will think of something, and if not then the two of us will track him down and take him out,” Dhayn could see her relax at his words.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said seriously.
They pulled in to the long drive of the mansion and Dhayn went through the various security checks until they pulled up in front of the main entrance. He nodded to Henry - giving the doggen permission to park his car - and wrapped an arm around Mel’s waist as they climbed the stone steps. The thin material was soft to the touch and Dhayn couldn’t help but run his fingers down to her hip.
“I can think of a few ways to distract you for the rest of the night,” he whispered in her ear, giving the lobe a gentle bite with a fully extended fang. Mel shivered all over.
Dhayn was very good at distractions.
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