Bound by Night (The Moonbound Clan Vampires) (23 page)

He walked with her, a silent shadow at her side. She sensed that he wanted to say something, but she was thankful that he kept quiet, his demeanor shifting from sort of affable to deadly, focused warrior the closer they got to the building.

As suspected, entering wasn’t a problem. The security guy at the front desk knew her and was aware of her kidnapping, and he was so relieved that she’d “escaped, thanks to the Good Samaritan hunter” accompanying her, that he let them inside without question.

“You should have let me eat him,” Riker muttered as they hurried to the area where she was certain Neriya would be held.

“Right,” she drawled, “because a severely anemic, unconscious security guard wouldn’t have attracted attention at all.” Then again, if the guard was doing his job, he’d be calling his supervisor right now to report her unannounced and irregular arrival. Maybe she should have let Riker eat him.

She picked up her pace, checking each door as they passed to orient herself. All Daedalus labs were of the same design, but the contents of each room varied according to what the main purpose of the lab was.

“I think it’s the door ahead on the right. The big red one.”

“I’ll take point.” The commanding tone in Riker’s voice both annoyed her and sent a shiver of feminine appreciation through her. “You—”

A soft puff of air whispered across Nicole’s cheek, followed by Riker’s grunt. She spun as he yanked a dart out of his neck and stumbled into the wall.

“Riker!” She started toward him but froze as half a
dozen men popped out from doorways and hallways, weapons trained on them both.

“Hello, sis.” Chuck stepped out from behind a big security guy. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

There was a sting in her arm and then . . . nothing.

“NICOLE. HEY, SLEEPYHEAD,
wake up.”

Nicole woke to Chuck’s voice, bright lights, and a headache the size of Europe. An awful snarl rattled every cell in her body, but where it was coming from, she had no idea. A thick strap across her forehead kept her from looking anywhere but at the ceiling.

Chuck’s face appeared in front of her as he crouched down, and she realized she was lying on the floor inside one of the cells meant to hold vampires.

“What . . .” She swallowed, wincing at the dry roughness in her throat. After months spent in a hospital recovering from Boris’s attack, she knew the feeling all too well; she’d been intubated and extubated. “What’s going on? What are you doing?”

“I’m protecting Daedalus, just like I’ve done for the last twenty years.”

“What are you talking about?” She tried again to move, but shackles pinned her arms and legs to the floor. “Where’s Riker?”

“Subject fifteen-seventy-two, you mean?” That horrid snarl sounded again, and with sickness, she realized it was coming from
subject fifteen-seventy-two
. “I’ll let you see him after you answer a question.” A lock of hair fell over his eyes as he cocked his head, and he shoved it away with a vicious swipe of his hand. “Did he force you to come here, or are you working with them?”

Nicole’s head spun. This was all so bizarre. Chaining her to the floor? To what end? Was this some sort of game? A prank? If so, it wasn’t fun
or
funny.

She hedged, seeking his angle. “You know how much I’ve always hated vampires. Why would I work with them?”

“Because they’re masters of seduction, Nikki. Liars with pretty words.” He straightened, looming imperiously over her. “Look how they tricked you when you were a kid. They made you love them. Made you believe they cared about you. They don’t. All they want is to eat us. They’ll even murder their own kind.” He started to pace, the
clack
of his shoes on the floor so annoyingly loud. “There’s a simple truth we try to keep from the simple human population: that vampires are the top of the food chain. If we ever let their numbers get out of control, humans could face extinction. What we do here at Daedalus ensures that the human race keeps the vampires in check.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” He was spouting propaganda that she knew well. “I’ve heard it all before, same as you.”

“Yes, but I’ve never tried to protect the vampire who kidnapped me. The vampire who murdered his own mate.” Chuck’s cheeks were mottled with anger. “Did you know that? Did you know this vampire behind me is the one who killed your nanny? Who butchered Terese?”

Taken aback by his sudden rage, she stared. Why did he care so much about Terese’s death? What was the point of this? And how on God’s green earth could this be the brother she’d followed around like a puppy
and worshipped as a child? Granted, she hadn’t seen much of him over the last twenty years, but they’d communicated frequently via teleconferencing, and he’d flown to Paris once a year to see her. Nothing he’d said or done during any of those times had made her think he’d gone off the rails.

She was beginning to lose hope that this was a prank.

“Well?” he prompted, impatience turning his voice guttural.

“Riker didn’t kill Terese.”

“Of course he told you that, but you saw it yourself.” Chuck’s patronizing smile made her want to scream. “So your denial tells me that either you’re suffering from Stockholm syndrome or you’ve switched sides. Which is it, sister?”

She tried again to free herself, but her futile struggles only heightened her awareness that she was in a lot of trouble.
Stay calm. He’s your brother. He won’t hurt you
.

Maybe not, but he could hurt Riker, and she had no doubt he would.

“I’d be happy to discuss all of this at home.” She cleared her throat and conjured her
I’m the boss
voice. “Release me.”

“You don’t run Daedalus anymore, so you don’t give the orders. I do.”

The first stirrings of true fear welled up at his words, his matter-of-fact tone. “Why don’t you just get to the point of all of this?”

“Oh, Nikki.” He sighed. “You’re making this really difficult.”

She
was making this difficult? “I’m the one strapped to a floor for no reason I can figure out, so can you tell me what the hell is going on?”

“What’s going on?” Chuck crouched beside her again. “I’m taking what rightfully should have been mine. I’m our father’s eldest. It was
my
mother he loved, not the whore who trapped him with her family’s wealth and connections. Your mother was nothing but a means to an end to him. The company should have passed to me, not you. I worked my way up and learned every nuance of the business. I know how many employees we have at each facility. I know how much the company spends on air travel every year. I know what kind of damn fertilizer is put on the lawn outside the Phoenix facility.
You
inherited Daedalus without paying your dues. You’re clueless about how it works. This company is mine.”

Nicole’s mind whirled as she tried to puzzle out where this was going. Clearly, he was bitter about how he’d grown up, but if it was the company he wanted, he had it. So why was all of this necessary?

“Chuck, the company is yours now. The board kicked me out—”

“They changed their minds!” Leaping up, he crunched his foot into her ribs. Through disbelief that her brother had physically harmed her and pain that made her ears ring, she heard Riker’s roar of rage, followed by threats that involved Riker putting Chuck’s organs in places they shouldn’t be. “Your kidnapping drummed up a shitload of sympathy for you. The board wants you back so they can play up your ordeal to the public and shine the spotlight on Daedalus.”

Keep him calm
. “I’ll refuse to come back,” she said in a rush. “I’ll sign everything over to you. Just let me go.”

“I can’t.” He scrubbed his hand over his face, and for the first time, she saw how tired he looked. His bloodshot eyes, identical to hers, sat like dull stones in their sunken sockets, and a five o’clock shadow darkened his puffy cheeks. “Don’t you see that I can’t?”

A panicky sensation began to wrap around her, squeezing her aching ribs. If he couldn’t let her go . . . dear Lord, what did he plan to do with her?

“What happened to you, Chuck?” she whispered. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“Oh, Nicole,” he whispered back. “Have you been listening at all? I’ve always loved you. You were sort of a dopey kid, but I felt sorry for you.”

“You felt sorry for me? Why? I had everything you didn’t.”

“Except for a good mother,” he said. “Your mother was a neglectful piece of crap. Terese took better care of you.”

Nicole wanted to argue, but he was right. Well, she wouldn’t have called her mother a piece of crap, but she definitely hadn’t been PTA and Girl Scouts mom material.

“So you felt sorry for me.” She could barely spit out the words; her body throbbed. But she had to keep pressing him, had to buy time to plan her next move. “When did that turn to hate?”

“I don’t hate you. That’s what’s so hard about this.” She heard a loud bang that sounded like a fist hitting a wall. “I love you, but you had everything I should have
had. Our father should have divorced your bitch of a mother and married mine. Instead, I grew up in a shack across town until I was twelve and he finally decided to claim me as his. And that only happened because your mom couldn’t have any more children and he was desperate to have a boy to carry on the family name.”

Again, she couldn’t form an argument. Her own thoughts on the matter had traveled that same route on occasion, and for years, she’d harbored guilt over how Chuck had grown up and been treated by both her mother and their father.

“Nikki, I loved you until the day you came back from France and took over a company you knew nothing about.”

She wanted to tell him he was wrong, that she’d learned the ins and outs of running a corporation, that she’d understood what Daedalus was all about. She’d thought running the company would be more about managing day-to-day operations, handling publicity, and doing paperwork. She’d been content to stay on the fringes of the inner workings. Or maybe
content
wasn’t the right word. Maybe she’d been happy to remain blind to what was truly going on inside the company her parents had built.

So in a way, he was right. She’d known nothing about the company, and the truth now just made her sick.

“If you’d just resigned like you were supposed to after the lab-deaths scandal, none of this would be happening.”

Like she was supposed to
? She inhaled as an unimaginable thought came to her. “Oh, my God, you were
the one who signed the death warrants. You set me up, didn’t you?”

“You left me no choice.”

Flabbergasted, she couldn’t even speak for a moment. When she finally found her voice, it was so full of anguish that even Chuck flinched. “How could you? My God, Chuck, you’re my
brother
.”

He brushed his knuckle over her cheek the way he used to do when she was little. The reminder of how close they’d been pained her. “You wanted to dismantle the company I’ve put my soul into. Your ideas to sell off entire divisions pissed off the board. Everyone was looking to me to rein you in. I had to do something. I wanted the company to send you to our Siberian post. You’d have been out of the way but still alive. I didn’t want
this
, I swear.”

A chill shot up her spine. “This? What is
this
?”

Chuck stood and shook his head sadly, as if this was all out of his control. “This,” he said, “is a clinical trial.”

“A what?”

“Clinical trial,” he said slowly, as if she were an idiot. “Well, not technically. We don’t have government approval, and obviously, we’re bypassing the ‘informed consent’ portion of the test, but if it’ll make you feel any better, this will help a lot of people in the future. Your sacrifice won’t go to waste.”

Her
sacrifice
? What kind of insane
trial
was this?

Using his foot, he hit the latch on the head restraint, and with a snarl, she whipped her head to the side in a frenzied bid to take a bite out of him. She didn’t care that all she’d get would be a mouthful of leather. She wanted to hurt him the way he’d hurt her.
Her teeth barely scraped his shoe, and then he was gone, the cell door closing behind him with an ominous metallic
clank
.

Finally able to look at more than the sterile white ceiling, she craned her neck in Riker’s direction. Her heart squeezed painfully tight at the sight of him hanging from chains on the wall. Dried blood plastered his tawny hair to his forehead, and fresh blood dripped from raw wounds on his wrists, where the shackles had bitten deep. His silver eyes were molten with hatred.

“Chuck.” She peered up at him through the thick glass window that separated the chamber she and Riker were in from the main room. “You don’t have to do this. We can work this out—”

“Too late.” Chuck hit a button on the wall next to the door, and her remaining restraints popped loose. “While you’ve been busy trying to sell off Daedalus bit by bit, I’ve made progress on the new antivampirism vaccine. But government bureaucrats aren’t convinced it’s safe, and they won’t give us the go-ahead to use convicted felons as test subjects.”

Of course they wouldn’t. The government wasn’t as concerned about the blood-borne form of the virus as they had been about the saliva-borne form. Infection via contact with a vampire’s blood was rare and, according to many lawmakers, not a pressing problem.

“I know how much you care about your work,” Chuck continued, “so I figured that if we have to get you out of the way, at least you’ll be making a contribution to humanity. I injected you with our vaccine, and now we’ll see how effective it is.”

She staggered to her feet, her aching bones and
stiff muscles making her clumsy. How long had she been out? “What if it works and I don’t turn into a vampire or die during the transformation? What then? You’ll have to kill me to keep me quiet. Are you prepared to do that?”

Chuck had the decency to flush and look away. “Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Dammit, Chuck!” she shouted. “You can’t do this. You don’t want—”