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Mel was standing in Thrett’s crowded office, trying to hide her irritation, and pay attention to the story Ty and Huhnter were telling her. Her eyes, however kept drifting to where Tara sat with Tru in front of the Commander’s desk. Mel didn’t know why Tara was avoiding her, but she was going to find out one way or another—just as soon as this meeting was over. Tara hadn’t answered any of Mel’s texts or calls since last night, and when she came into the room a few moments earlier, she had only given Mel a polite nod from the door.
She tried, again to catch the female’s eyes from across the room, but Tru and Tara were locked in a serious, silent exchange that Mel knew better than to interrupt. Watching the two of them argue without saying a single word out loud was a little unnerving, but Mel was amazed all over again at Tara’s talents. The guys stopped trying to talk to her, and started up their own conversation. Mel felt a little bad for ignoring them.
Dhayn, the other reason for Mel’s anxiousness, finally arrived in Thrett’s office with Stehlth right behind him. Dhayn’s whole body was ridged with tension, and he looked ready to kill someone. Whatever his uncle had pulled him outside to tell him was eating him up inside. He glared at Tru, until Stehlth stepped in his line of vision, and nodded in Mel’s direction. Dhayn visibly relaxed when he met her eyes, and made his way across the room to stand next to her. He pulled her into his side and kissed the top of her head.
Mel pulled back slightly to question him with her eyes. Dhayn pursed his lips and nodded toward their Commander. Mel frowned and huffed a breath in frustration, wishing in that moment that she had Tara’s abilities, and could pluck the answers from the minds around her. Instead, she began to listen to the mummers she had been blocking out.
Now that the Brothers were all present, the crowded space was practically buzzing with restless anticipation. Hushed conversations about the rebellion, and Lucian drifted around the room as they waited for Thrett to tell them why they were all there. Whatever happened last night at Bharron’s house must have been big to warrant the tension building in the room.
Thrett ended the private call he had been making since they arrived, and motioned for the room to be quiet. Silence descended immediately. He remained seated but pushed back from his large desk. His eyes fixed on Tara with a look of seriousness that made the hairs on the back of Mel’s neck stand on end. She fidgeted with the hem of her ribbed black tank and glanced back and forth between her Commander and her best friend like she was watching a tennis match.
“I’ve received orders from the King. Our plans have changed,” Thrett said calmly, shifting his attention toward Tru.
“I will do whatever you ask of me Sir,” Tru responded immediately, his shoulders tense, and his jaw clenched.
“You have done more than enough Intrudehr,” Thrett replied.
“I am willing to do anything I can to redeem my name, and keep my place here as a Warrior.” Tru said, glancing briefly at Tara.
“We will not fault you for your sire’s mistakes,” Thrett said sombrely.
Mel was starting to put the pieces together, and Thrett’s next words confirmed what she was thinking.
“Bharron is the prime target now. He will be captured and questioned until we know all there is to know about his involvement with the rebellion,” Thrett paused and took a deep breath. “Then he will be executed for treason, and for his part in the murders of Krush and Evahlynne.”
“What?” Mel blurted out, looking to Dhayn for an explanation. His parents had died in a car accident, at least that is what he had always told her.
“Bharron has been heavily involved in the resistance since before we knew it existed,” Stehlth offered from across the room. Mel noticed for the first time that he too looked angrier than usual.
“And he killed my parents,” Dhayn finished for him, his voice hushed in anger.
“Tru’s sire?” Mel asked, looking around the room, at everyone but Tru.
“Yes,” Tru replied.
“The murders are the top of the iceberg, and we will find out just how big this thing is beneath the surface before the night is through,” Thrett declared.
“What about Lucian?” Mel asked, irritated that she seemed to be the only one out of the loop.
“He isn’t as important to our goal now that we know who’s in charge,” Thrett clarified.
“Huhnter, Tyrahnt, Tru, Tara, Stehlth; we are going to bring in Bharron, with the help of some of the other Brothers being sent over by the King,” he said, looking to each of them in turn.
“What if Lucian runs?” Mel asked, suddenly annoyed. Sure, she was irked about being left out of the mission, but there was no way she was going to let her sister’s murderer escape, even if he was just a pawn.
“That is never going to happen,” Kryhm growled from his place to the left of Thrett’s desk.
He was an imposing force in his black leather jacket and jeans, his brown hair and beard trimmed short to show of the hard edges of his firm jaw. Mel actually flinched when she met her sire’s deadly glare. She knew it wasn’t aimed at her, but if looks could kill…
“We’ve been tracking him. You, Dhaynger, and I are going after that worthless piece of shit, and we no longer have to bring him in alive,” Kryhm said, fury in his eyes. Mel smiled slowly in response.
“I want to go after Bharron with you sir,” Dhayn said, surprising Mel.
“We discussed this already Dhayn,” Stehlth cut in. “You are too much of a risk. We need him alive.”
“I need to see him bleed,” Dhayn growled.
“And you will,” Thrett said, standing. “But not until after we have all the information we need from him.”
Mel caught Tru’s flinch out of the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. This must be really difficult for him. What would she have done if Kryhm was suddenly exposed as a traitor? A lump formed in her throat. Tru turned and caught her staring at him. He gave her a half-hearted smile—that looked more like a grimace—and stared down at his black shit-kickers.
“We’re leaving in thirty minutes,” Thrett said, focusing everyone’s attention. “Timing is key if we are going to catch both of them off guard.”
“Mehlisha, Dhaynger, gear up and meet me out front in twenty,” Kryhm said, pinning them both with a look that said “don’t question me.” Mel nodded, and saw Dhayn do the same. She followed her sire out of the office, noticing his rigid shoulders and clenched fists. In the hall she placed a hand on his shoulder and met his angry stare.
“Tonight we get justice,” she said, picturing Phyrie in her mind.
Kryhm only nodded and squeezed her shoulder in return. When Dhayn joined them, her sire stepped away and headed toward the stairs.
“This is the first time he’ll see you fight,” Dhayn remarked, watching Kryhm’s back.
“First time I’ll see him in action too,” Mel realized aloud. Nervousness mixed with excitement at the thought.
Mel headed to Dhayn’s room—now their room most days—and he followed close beside her. The large bed was still a mess from their hurried love-making at dusk, and the sight of it brought a flush to Mel’s skin. She forced herself to ignore the quickening of her pulse, and continue walking into the closet—where they kept their weapons. Once inside of the small space with Dhayn close behind her, she felt her body reacting of its own accord. Her core began to pulse in response to his nearness, an aching need stirring to life between her thighs. Her breath caught as his arm brushed hers, while reaching for his leather holster hanging next to hers.
“Fifteen minutes isn’t nearly long enough for what I want to do to you babe,” Dhayn whispered huskily into her ear, nipping her lobe with an exposed fang. He ran a possessive hand over her belly, and teased the top of her tight black jeans.
It was as if he had flicked off the switch to her self control. Mel turned abruptly and jumped him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and her hands behind his neck, until there wasn’t an inch between their bodies. Mel could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against her where she was most sensitive. She slowly shifted her hips forward to increase the pressure—a low moan reverberating in her chest. She forced his lips to meet hers, and devoured his mouth in a lust-fuelled frenzy. He responded immediately, his soft lips gliding over hers with equal passion, and she couldn’t get enough of him. His tongue teased her lips, and she met it with her own, duelling for dominance. Her back was suddenly pressed against a wall, clattering hangers full of clothes tumbled around her, as Dhayn pinned her with his body. The hard ridge of his erection pressed firmly against her mound, making her inner walls clench in anticipation. He rocked his hips, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm with need.
“I want to tie you up and make you come, until your begging me to stop,” Dhayn growled, his blue and green eyes darkened with a dominance that made Mel’s knees week.
A sudden intake of breath from the doorway brought Mel’s attention abruptly to her right. Standing frozen in the entrance to the closet, her eyes wide, and her mouth slightly open, was Tara. Dhayn stiffened against Mel and she could feel his rapid heartbeat matching her own. The three of them hadn’t been alone together since before their break-up, and Mel was thrown off kilter by the need in Tara’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Tara said, in a hushed voice. “The door wasn’t closed all the way…” Her eyes drifted down to where Dhayn’s hand firmly gripped Mel’s ass.
What the hell? I thought she didn’t want us anymore? Mel furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Wanting you was never the problem,” Tara answered aloud, reminding Mel that her thoughts were not always her own around her best friend.
Tara shook her her head slightly and squared her shoulders. Mel could practically see the shields sliding into place in Tara’s mind—the heat leaving her eyes, and her jaw tightening ever so slightly. Reality surfaced in Mel’s lust-fogged mind, and her cheeks heated in embarrassment. She quickly disengaged herself from Dhayn—who was still as frozen as a statue—and ducked out from under his muscular frame. She noticed, for the first time, the two glass tubes in Tara’s hands. They held a shots-worth of an unmistakeable, rich, crimson-red liquid. Mel’s interest was piqued.
“What’s in the vials?” she asked, taking a couple of steps toward Tara.
“Blood,” Tara stated plainly.
“Who’s?” Mel prodded.
“Mine,” Tara replied shyly. Mel sucked in an involuntary breath, and heard Dhayn do the same.
“Why are you bringing us your blood Tara?” Mel was a strange mix of confused and aroused, her amped up body pleading for the release it had been denied.
“I had a dream,” Tara explained, her hands tightening on the little vials. “You were both in trouble, but I couldn’t find you, I couldn’t stop…” Tara looked down as her face contorted with pain.
Mel reached out to her, placing a hand on her cheek and lifting her face to meet her eyes—now misted with emotions that she kept at bay.
“It’s ok Tara, it was just a dream,” Mel soothed, smiling at her other half.
Mel’s vision blurred, and then she was seeing darkness and trees—a forest full of blood and destruction. Her heart rate picked up as she found her own face among the broken bodies, a weeping Dhayn crouching over her lifeless form. A limping man approached from behind them both, and Mel screamed at Dhayn as the attacker lifted a gun. Dhayn didn’t respond, and his body collapsed on top of her own as the bullets punched through his neck and scull—releasing torrents of blood, that pooled beneath them as he sank to the dirt floor beside her. She gasped when Tara and the closet came back into view, and spun to make sure Dhayn was still behind her. Her hand grazed the vials, knocking one of them from Tara’s hand in the process. Dhayn hadn’t moved an inch. He continued to glare at the closet wall as if nothing had happened. Mel looked back at Tara, who was now crouched to pick up the small tube. The blood had seeped onto a discarded white shirt, reminding Mel all to clearly of the scene Tara had just shown her. Mel hadn’t realized just how gifted Tara had become.
“Is that going to happen?” Mel asked Tara, as she stood. “Are you seeing the future now too?”
“No. At least not that I know of.” Tara frowned and looked down at the empty vial. “I can’t stand the thought that it could. That someone I love might need me and I won’t be able to find them.”
Tara looked up and pleaded with her eyes. Mel felt the tug in her heart that she always felt when she was with Tara. As their eyes met, their souls were connected. Mel understood what Tara needed, and she would give it to her, she would do anything for her. Mel took the full vial from Tara’s other hand and swallowed it in one shot. Warmth spread through her entire body at the once familiar taste. Tara smiled and brought Mel in for a tight hug.
“Thank you,” she whispered, as she pulled away.
Mel watched as Tara looked between the empty vials, and the statue of a male that was ignoring them both. Tara sighed and lifted her wrist to her mouth, biting into her vein with a wince. She held one of the vials at the ready, but before she could collect a single drop, Dhayn was across the crowded space, and grabbing her wrist—stopping the flow with his thumb.
“Why?” he demanded.
“B-because I want to be able to find…” Tara started.
“No,” Dhayn cut in. “Why did you leave us Tara? What was the problem? If you love us, and want us, then why?”
Now Mel was the frozen one. All three of them stood inches from each other, with the smell of blood and sex surrounding them, and she couldn’t move an inch. She barely breathed as she waited for Tara’s answer.
“Thrett was never going to let the three of us be together.” Tara took a deep breath, and let it out on a sigh. “You two didn’t deserve to suffer because of my sire.”
Mel’s heart sank. Somehow, she had always known Tara had backed off to give Mel and Dhayn a shot, but it was easier to believe the lie, than live with the truth—that Tara didn’t leave because she had fallen out of love with them, she had loved them too much to stay.
“So now you’re suffering instead?” Dhayn pressed.
“No.” Tara closed her eyes and took a step back. “I am happy with Tru.”
“Do you still love me? Us?” Dhayn slid his hand into Mel’s, and she squeezed it gently to reassure him—and herself—that they were in this together.
“Yes,” Tara said, without hesitation. “But, I love him too. We’re going to be mated.”
There was a loaded silence that seemed to last a lifetime, as Mel watched a myriad of emotions play across Dhayn’s face. Finally he released Tara and brought his own wrist to his lips. He ran his fingers over the back of Mel’s hand as he licked the line of blood that had trailed down his arm, and then sucked his thumb into his mouth. The fire in his eyes was unmistakeable, as were the dark spices wafting through the air, but he stepped away from Tara, and pulled Mel to his side.
“I don’t know if that’s enough, but it’ll have to do. We have to go,” he said, surprising Mel, and reminding her that they were due to leave any minute.
“Thank you,” Tara whispered. She backed out of the closet and hurried to exit the room.
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