Crave the Night: A Midnight Breed Novel (39 page)

The massive warrior only nodded. No need for more words.

They’d both come through the fire of a terrible upbringing in Dragos’s labs.

Both men now stood in the light of a redeeming bond.

As Nathan and Hunter watched their mates get acquainted, Dante, one of the Order’s former Boston members, who was now commander of the Seattle operation, strode over hand in hand with his Breedmate, Tess.

The pair had been talking with their son, Rafe, but now walked toward the sculpture sitting in the center of the conference table. Jordana and Corinne, Nathan and Hunter, all joined them near the piece.

Tess’s smile was wistful as she looked at
Sleeping Endymion
, then back to her dark-haired warrior mate. “Twenty years ago, we met in the art museum, in front of this very sculpture. Do you remember?”

Dante grunted, his mouth quirking with private humor. “I remember it was the second time we met. The first time, I greeted you with my fangs in your throat and you, in turn, stuck a syringe full of animal tranquilizer in me. Well deserved, I might add.”

Tess laughed. “Not exactly a Hallmark moment, was it?”

Dante shook his head. “Hearts and flowers were never my style. Fortunately, I have other gifts.”

“Oh, yes. You definitely do,” she said, wrapping her arms around him in obvious devotion.

As they all conversed and reminisced and more of the group gathered close, Gideon and his Breedmate, Savannah, came over to greet Jordana and Nathan.

The Order’s resident genius had had the good sense to make gentle but strong Savannah his mate some fifty years ago. The mocha-skinned beauty’s kindness and intellect were her abiding traits, but she also had an insatiable curiosity. One that was aided by the Breedmate’s extrasensory talent of psychometry.

She studied the sculpture for a moment, then glanced at Jordana, a fervent, impatient eagerness in her soft brown eyes. “Would it be all right … may I touch it?”

“Of course.” Jordana nodded. “We can do whatever we like with it. The sculpture—and any secrets it might contain—belongs to the Order now. You’re all my family now. Whatever I have belongs to all of us.”

And Jordana had a lot.

A vast wealth in priceless art, as it turned out. Soon after their return to Boston, Nathan and Jordana had gone to see Martin Gates. Jordana wanted the Breed male to know that she was grateful for the life he gave
her as his daughter, and assured him that he would always be her family—the father who raised her.

No more secrets. No more lies.

The only unknown that remained was the terra cotta piece on the table before them.

Savannah reached out cautiously, settling her hand lightly on the sculpture. No one spoke in the long moment that followed.

Then she shook her head and withdrew her touch. “I don’t feel anything. It’s as if there’s something standing in the way of my ability. Blocking it.”

Lucan grunted, his dark brows knit in a heavy scowl. “We need to know what this sculpture means. Not only to the Order, but to the Atlanteans and the rest of the world.” He turned his sober gray gaze on Jordana. “If this contains what you suspect, we need to understand its power and either harness it or, if necessary, take steps to destroy it.”

Carys glanced at her best friend. “Do you really think there’s an Atlantean crystal in
Endymion
, Jordana?”

Jordana looked up at Nathan before meeting the expectant eyes of everyone gathered in the war room. “There’s one way to find out.”

Lucan gave her a resolute nod, but Nathan noticed the Order’s leader protectively pulled his Breedmate closer to him. The rest of the warriors did likewise with their women, everyone braced for whatever was about to occur.

Jordana lifted the sculpture in both hands.

With an indrawn breath and a confirming glance at Nathan, she released it.

The terra cotta hit the floor at her feet with a hard crash. It shattered into pieces.

In the center of the rubble lay a polished metal box about the size of her palm.

“Titanium,” Nikolai guessed, the blond warrior well versed in the material, having handcrafted custom bullets and blades out of the precious metal for the Order over the years.

Jordana bent down to pick up the box.

With an encouraging look from Nathan and the rest of the Order, she carefully unfastened the latch and opened the container.

A smooth, silvery crystal the size of a hen’s egg rested inside.

It was remarkable, otherworldly. A thing of cosmic power and beauty.

Just like the woman holding it.

Jordana rose, looking up at Nathan and smiling. Wonder and amazement danced in her ice-blue eyes.

“The crystal,” she whispered, as everyone moved in closer to have a better look at this extraordinary treasure.

Jordana handed it off to Lucan, and Nathan took the opportunity to pull his mate into the shelter of his arms.

He kissed her, relished the feel of her body against him. Savored the feel of her heart beating in time with his.

And as he held her close, he understood with his whole heart—with his entire being—that whatever power the crystal might contain, with Jordana at his side, loving him as she did now, he already possessed the greatest treasure any world would ever know.

Thank you to my publishing teams in the United States and around the world, to the booksellers, online retailers, and reader communities who have so generously embraced my work and helped to spread the word about my books. I appreciate all of your effort and support!

Thanks also to my home team: Paula, Heather, and the rest of the folks who not only keep me on track but keep me sane. I couldn’t do it without you!

And to John, for holding my hand in every joy and crisis, and for holding my heart in every moment in between. I love you!

Kiss of Midnight

Kiss of Crimson

Midnight Awakening

Midnight Rising

Veil of Midnight

Ashes of Midnight

Shades of Midnight

Taken by Midnight

Deeper Than Midnight

Darker After Midnight

Edge of Dawn

Crave the Night

eBook novella

A Taste of Midnight

Lara Adrian is the
New York Times
and #1 internationally best-selling author of the Midnight Breed vampire romance series, with more than 4 million books in print and digital worldwide and translations licensed to more than 20 countries. Her books regularly appear in the top spots of all the major bestseller lists, including the
New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly
, Indiebound, Amazon.com, and Barnes & Noble.

Her debut novel,
Kiss of Midnight
, was named Borders Books best-selling debut romance of 2007. Twice her novels have been named among Amazon.com’s Top Ten Best Romances of the Year and have been twice nominated for Goodreads Choice Awards for Best Romance of the Year. Reviewers have called Lara’s books “addictively readable” (
Chicago Tribune
), “extraordinary” (Fresh Fiction), and “one of the best vampire series on the market” (
RT Reviews
).

With an ancestry stretching back to the
Mayflower
pilgrims and the court of King Henry VIII, the author lives with her husband in New England, surrounded by centuries-old graveyards, hip urban comforts, and the endless inspiration of the broody Atlantic Ocean. She is currently at work on the next novel in the Midnight Breed series.