The guard stared at her for what seemed like endless
minutes before he finally hissed a curse and blurted out the details in a toneless spill of words. The Darkhaven in Hamburg was breached less than an hour ago. We just received the call from one of the guards who managed to escape. The
only
guard who escaped, he amended. It was a complete annihilation. Everyone present at the mansion tonight is dead.
Oh, God, Claire whispered, leaning back against the closed library doors for support. I dont understand
Who could do something like that?
The guard shook his head. We dont have a clear count of how many attackers were involved in the strike, but the surviving agent said the assault was like nothing hed ever seen beforefire everywhere, as though hell itself had blown down the gates and swept through the place. Theres nothing left but cinders.
Claire stood there, stricken and voiceless, trying to process everything she was hearing. It was impossible
unbelievable. It just didnt make sense. God, so much of what had been happening lately made no good sense at all.
So much random violence.
So much senseless death.
So much pain and loss
We cant delay, the guard was saying now. We have to get you evacuated before this location comes under attack, as well.
You really believe that whoever did this will come out here? Why?
This time the guard didnt pause to tell her anything more. His fingers clamped down hard around her arm and he started walkingquickly. The message in his brisk stride was plain enough: Claire could hurry to keep up
with him, or he would drag her out of there. Either way, she was leaving the premises and doing so under heavily armed, grim-faced security.
There was no stopping for a coat or her purse. She fled with the guard, out of the house and into the chill of the late October evening. The cold autumn breeze bled through the fibers of her wine cashmere sweater and her gray wool pants as she ran alongside the guard to the paved drive, the soles of her suede loafers scuffing in her effort to keep up with the longer-legged gait of the agent dragging her along by the arm.
Claire was shown to the open back door of a Mercedes that idled in the center of a vanguard of four other vehicles.
Get in, the guard instructed her, and gently but urgently guided her inside ahead of him.
As he slid in next to her on the leather seat and closed the door, Claire tried to rub away the bone-deep chill that seemed to emanate from within her body rather than without. Everything was happening so fast. She was still trying to come to grips with the terrible news of the attack on the Darkhaven in Hamburg, let alone register the idea that not a few minutes ago her biggest worry was the proper placement of a garden bench or flower bed. Now the handful of Wilhelms relatives and personal guards whod resided at the Darkhaven were dead and she was being removed from her home in the middle of the night, fleeing from an unknown, unfathomable evil.
Why?
The question wailed in her mind. It was the same thing shed been asking herself some three months ago, when another Darkhaven had fallen to tragedya tragedy that also had left behind only ash and smoke in its wake. But
that had been an accident, according to the investigating Enforcement Agents. A freak explosion so fierce and total that it likely killed all of the Darkhavens residents instantly.
And still the question haunted her, as painfully as it had when she first heard the awful news
Why?
We are in and rolling, said the guard seated behind the wheel, radioing to the other vehicles. He stepped on the accelerator, and, like a fast-moving snake, the fleet of black sedans began to speed as one down the lengthy, forest-lined driveway.
Claire sat back, trying not to feel the anxiety that hung in the stale air of the car. The woods around them seemed darker than usual, so strangely quiet. Overhead, the thin moonlight was blotted out by the densely needled tops of the towering pines. The vanguard cleared the first bend in the nearly mile-long private drive. They sped up on the straightaway, all of the cars lurching into a higher gear as they gunned it for the main road.
There was no warning of the assault that hit the lead car in that next instant.
From out of the pitch-dark forest came a blinding ball of orange fire. It smashed into the first Mercedes in the line, exploding the car on impact. Claire screamed, feeling the sonic vibration of the blast all the way into the soles of her feet.
What the fuck is that? shouted the guard next to her in the backseat. Jesus Christ, hit the damn brakes!
Red taillights went bright in front of them, and it was all their driver could do to avoid crashing into the back of the other sedan as it skidded to a stop. Like a toy train suddenly
gone off its track, the caravan of vehicles bunched up, their line skewed and broken.
And up ahead, the first car was engulfed in flames that shot high into the black sky.
Just then another fireball launched out of the cover of the forest. It flew in a speeding, comet-bright arc, projecting straight toward the halted cars. Yet another orb of flames came quickly in its wake, both of the airborne threats awesome in their terrible, burning beauty.
The guard seated beside Claire leaned forward, his fingers clawing into the headrest of the seat in front of him. Back upfast, damn it! he yelled at the shell-shocked driver. Throw this thing into reverse and get us the hell out of here!
Tires squealing, the Mercedes jerked into a violent backward retreat. As the car spun around on the narrow track of pavement, its bumper crunching into the vehicle behind them in the drivers panic, Claire watched the guards in the two remaining cars out front throw open their doors and try to make an escape on foot. One of them leapt to safety in the woods.
The other proved only seconds too slow. The first fireball crashed down into the hood of his car, obliterating man and metal both in a sickening roar of twisting, flying debris.
Claire screamed, turning her face away from the carnage just as the second fireball rained down onto the empty car ahead of them on the road. The thundering explosion shook the earth and chewed a deep, smoking crater into the ground.
The guard next to her made the sign of the cross on his chest, then punched the back of the drivers seat with a
nasty curse. Go, you moron! Hit the fucking gas! Get us out of here!
Too late.
From out of nowherefrom out of the sky itself, it seemedcame a rolling, fiery sphere of heat. The fireball soared down past the windshield of the vehicle, the glow of it so intense it filled the interior of the Mercedes with blinding white-hot light. Whatever it was, it felt charged with the power of ten suns, as electric as a bolt of lightning, concentrated into an orb the size of a bowling ball. All the hair on Claires arms and at the back of her neck rose up as the thing smashed into the ground mere feet from the hood of the car.
Another fireball hit behind them, knocking Claire and her two companions forward in their seats. The drivers head hit the steering wheel with a sickening
crack
. The airbag detonated with the impact, setting off the cars security system. Amid the bleating alarm and the puff of chemical smoke from the deployed airbag, Claire also smelled the trace scent of blood. She wiped her forehead and swallowed hard when her fingers came away stained crimson.
Shit.
It was never a good idea to bleed in front of vampires, even vampires disciplined by Enforcement Agency training and dedicated to the service of her very powerful, very unforgiving mate. Not that she really expected to live long enough tonight to worry about the potential blood thirsts of her guards. It didnt seem likely that she or any of them would survive these next few moments.
Run, growled the one in back with her. He had a gun in each hand. His pupils were contracted to vertical slits in the center of their amber irises as he glared at the door
handle beside her. The panel swung open with the force of his Breed mind. Run as far as you can. Its your only hope.
Claire scrambled out and hit the ground in a clumsy stagger. Her legs were weak, shaking. Her head was ringing, her heart hammering in her chest. She heard the guard roar as he got out of the vehicle on the other side and stood to face whatever assault was coming.
Claire drifted toward the tall black shadows of the woods as the chaos continued all around her. A couple of guards raced past her, weapons drawn, as though any of them could stand against the hell that had arrived here tonight. She couldnt imagine what kind of army had opened up such a brutal offensive strike. Claire shot a terrified look over her shoulder as she made her way to the edge of the forest.
Whoever the attacking forces were, they were coming closer now. The unearthly glow of the forest behind her was growing brighter, marking their progress. Her steps slowed as the orange light reached through the trees like rays of scorching sunshine in the midst of coldest darkness. She stared, transfixed, unable to look away from the approach of what was probably going to be her death.
A silhouette began to take shape.
Not an army, but a single man.
A man whose entire being was alive with flames.
For one instantone jarring, delusional instantClaire thought she recognized the broad cut of his shoulders, the fluid swagger of his stride. Impossible, of course. Still, a glimmer of familiarity kindled in the back of her mind. Could she know him somehow?
But this was no mancertainly none that she knew,
now or ever. This creature was something out of a nightmare.
He was death incarnate.
The
crack
of a gun firing jolted Claires attention to the gathered group of Enforcement Agents nearby. Another bullet rang out, then another and another, until the air was filled with the sound. For all the good it did.
The man of flame kept walking, unfazed. The bullets popped like firecrackers as they neared him, exploding harmlessly the instant they met the wall of heat that surrounded his body.
When the last shell was finally spent, he paused.
He lifted his hands in front of him, though not in surrender. With little more than a seconds warning, he turned loose a volley of fire on the defending guards. Claire couldnt bite back her scream of horror as the flames engulfed them, incinerating them on the spot.
She knew the instant the man noticed her. She felt the heat of his eyes pierce her from across the distance, every nerve ending in her body going taut with fear.
Oh, God, she whispered, stumbling backward a few paces.
The man of flames took a step in her direction, all of his terrible fury now rooted entirely on her.
Claire bolted, not daring to look back again as she plunged into the woods and ran for all she was worth.
CHAPTER
Three
H
e walked unfazed through the smoldering ash and ruin on the pavement. His boots crunched over broken glass and wrenched metal, past puddles of spilled, flaming oil and the smoking remains of the Breed males whod fired on him with their paltry weapons.
Their bullets hadnt stopped him.
Nothing could, not when he was like this.
The ground sizzled under the heavy soles of his bootsnot from annihilated debris, but from the heat that was still running through his limbs, an electrical crackle that traveled every inch of his body in pulsing waves of lethal, pure living energy.
Hed let his fury get out of control tonight; he knew
that. Hed understood well enough how important it was to contain the fire inside of him, but his hatred of Wilhelm Roth had made him carelessfirst in the city, then here. His thirst to complete his vengeance had pushed him over a steep ledge and now he was falling, falling
Failing
, when justice was so near his grasp.
Roth hadnt been at his Hamburg Darkhaven. Nor had he been among the dead whod tried to flee these grounds tonight. His vision flooded red with heat, Reichen cast a ruthless eye over the wreckage. He could see no sign of the bastard.
But Roths mate was here.
She would know where to find him. And if her lips refused to give him up, her blood would tell soon enough.
Claire
.
Her name flickered like a shorting-out circuit in his mind, dimly, darkly, only to be devoured by the rage that owned him. Right now, to him, she wasnt anyone hed known, once or ever. She was no one hed ever held in his arms. No one hed ever loved.
Right now, like this, his fury knew only that she was the female who belonged to Wilhelm Roth.
And that made her as much Reichens enemy as Roth himself.
