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Authors: L. J. Smith

Tags: #Young Adult, #Fantasy, #Romance, #Vampires

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He seemed tense and distant, staring out the window into the dark. In the web Kaitlyn could feel only coldness and a sense of walls—as if he were living in a castle of ice.
He put the highest walls up when he had the most to hide, Kaitlyn knew. Right now she was worried that he was suffering—and that he wouldn't come to her for help.
And she'd noticed something else. He was still sitting in the front passenger seat. The rest of them had changed places every so often, but Gabriel always stuck to the front.
I wonder, Kait thought, if it could have anything to do with the fact that
I
always stick to the back.
She was getting fairly good at screening her thoughts when she concentrated. Neither Lewis nor Gabriel seemed to have heard that.
Rob and Anna returned windblown and laughing, clutching paper bags to their chests.
"We splurged," Rob said. "Microwave hot dogs—they're still pretty hot—and Nachos and potato chips."
"And Oreos," Anna said, puffing back wisps of black hair that had blown in her face.
Lewis grinned as he unwrapped a hot dog. "Pure junk food. Joyce would die."
Kaitlyn glanced at him, and for a moment everyone stilled. We still can't really believe it, Kait thought.
We all
know
Joyce betrayed us, but we can't accept it. How could anyone put on an act the way she did?
"She was so—
alive
," Anna said. "Effervescent. Energetic. I liked her from the minute I saw her."
"And she used that," Gabriel snarled. "She was recruiting us; making us like her was just a technique."
So tense, Kaitlyn thought. He's incredibly on edge. She watched Gabriel tearing into a hot dog almost savagely, and worry shifted in her stomach.
"Really hits the spot, doesn't it?" she said. Her eyes were on Gabriel, and she tried to keep her presence in the web completely neutral. She added casually, "But maybe it's not enough."
"We got two for everybody and a couple of extras," Anna said, following Kait's gaze to Gabriel. "You can have one of the extras, Gabriel."
He waved her off impatiently. His gray eyes, fixed on Kaitlyn, were full of angry warning.
"Just trying to be helpful," Kaitlyn said. She leaned close to Gabriel to fish a potato chip out of the bag and added in a low voice, "I wish you'd let me."
You can help by leaving me alone.
The thought was swift and brutal—and meant only for her. Kaitlyn could tell that none of the others had heard it. Trust Gabriel to have perfected the art of private communication.
So he wasn't going to come to her. He needed to, she was sure of that now. His face seemed even paler than usual, almost chalky, and there was a repressed violence to his movements. As if he were under some terrible internal pressure, and in danger of flying apart at any minute.
But he was stubborn, and that meant he wouldn't come. Gabriel didn't know how to ask for help, he only knew how to take.
Never mind, Kaitlyn thought, watching him surreptitiously. I'm stubborn, too. And I'm
damned
if I'm going to let you kill yourself—or anybody else.
Gabriel waited until they were all asleep.
Kaitlyn had been the last to succumb, fighting even the warmth they'd produced by running the van's heaters before they bedded down. He'd felt the red-gold shimmer of her thoughts running on when all the others were still and silent. She was trying to outwait him.
But it didn't work. Gabriel could be patient when he had to be.
When even Kaitlyn's thoughts had faded into a humming blank, Gabriel quietly sat up in the driver's seat and opened the door beside him. He slid out and had the door shut again almost before anyone could stir. Then he waited a moment, his senses focused on the inside of the van.
Still asleep. Good.
The wind out here was bitterly cold. Not the sort of night for any sensible person to be out wandering.
That was a problem, and Gabriel thought about it as he trudged through the dry, loose sand above the high tide line.
Then he looked up. There were cottages and duplexes on the beach, as well as motel units. And some of them must be occupied.
He tried to dredge up a killing smile, but he couldn't quite manage. Breaking and entering was one crime he'd never committed before. Somehow it seemed different from picking a victim at random off the streets.
But the other choice was Kaitlyn.
This time the killing smile came easily. It was a smile for himself, and full of self-mockery. Because Kaitlyn was the obvious choice—the girl was warm and willing and definitely pleasant to link up with.
Her life energy encased her in a scintillating ruby glow; her mind was a place of blue pools and blazing meteors. He'd been tempted all day by the aura that surrounded her like a charged field.
It had been all he could do not to plunge into that halo and drink it in gulps. Find a transfer point and fix on to it like a leech. He'd needed her desperately.
Only a complete fool would have turned down her help when it was freely offered.
Fighting his way through crumbling sand while the wind lashed around him like a lost spirit, Gabriel smiled.
Then he began to trudge toward one of the cottages that had a light in the window.
Kait woke up and cursed herself.
She'd been absolutely determined not to fall asleep. And now Gabriel was gone, of course. She could feel his absence.
How could she have been so
stupid
?
She'd had practice, now, in disentangling herself from Rob and slipping away soundlessly.
Kait almost yelped as she stepped away from the van and into the wind. She should have brought a jacket—but it was no use thinking about that now. Head bent, arms wrapped around herself, she cast her thoughts wide.
She'd had practice now in searching for Gabriel, too. He was good at concealing himself, but she knew what to look for. In only a moment she had found it—a faraway sense of glittering ice. Like a blue-white spark on the edge of her mind. Kait turned her body toward it and started walking.
It was rough going. The wind blew sheets of sand away from her. When the moon came out, it showed particles whisking through the air like ghosts. It also showed a gigantic rock shaped like a haystack rearing out of the ocean, where no rock had any business being.
A spooky place. Kaitlyn tried not to think about psychic attacks and Mr. Zetes. She was crazy to have come out here alone, of course—but what else could she do?
The wind smelled of saltwater. From her left came the soft-but-loud crashing of waves. Kait swerved to avoid driftwood and then turned sharply, heading for a cluster of cottages. There. Gabriel was very close; she could feel it.
The next moment she saw him; a dark silhouette against a lighted window. Alarm spurted through her.
That window—she knew what he was doing loitering around a cottage. What if he'd already…
Gabriel!
The call was involuntary, wrung out of her by panic. Kaitlyn's heart thumped before she realized that Rob and the others were out of range.
Gabriel wasn't. His head whipped around.
What are you doing here?
What are
you
doing
? she countered.
What have you done, Gabriel
?
She saw him hesitate, then saw him abandon the cottage window abruptly and come striding toward her.
She walked to meet him, and he pulled her into the shelter of a carport.
"Can't I take a walk without being followed?" he said venomously.
Kaitlyn gave herself a moment before answering. She was trying to smooth her hair, which the wind had turned into a mane of elf-locks and fine tangles. And she needed to catch her breath.
At last she looked at him. A streetlight outside illuminated half his face, leaving the other half in shadow.
Kaitlyn could see enough. His skin looked tight, as if it had been stretched over his bones. There were black circles under his eyes. And there was something about his expression… the way he stared at her, eyes narrowed, lips drawn back a little as he breathed quickly.
Gabriel was on the breaking point. And, no, he hadn't gotten into that cottage yet.
"Is that what you were doing?" she said. "Taking a walk?"
"Yes." His lips drew back a little farther. His eyes had turned defiant—he was going to brazen this out. "I need to get away from the rest of you once in a while. There's only so much of Kessler's mind I can stand."
"So you just wanted some privacy." She took a step toward him. "And you decided now was the time for a little stroll."
With startling suddenness he flashed his most dazzling smile. "Exactly."
Kait took another step. The smile disappeared as suddenly as it had come, leaving his mouth grim. "In the middle of the night. In the freezing cold."
He looked dangerous now. Dark and dangerous as a wolf on the hunt. "That's right, Kait. Now be a good girl and go back to the van."
Kaitlyn moved again, close enough that she could feel his warmth—and he could feel hers. She could feel the instant tension in his body, could see his eyes darken. She could hear his breath become uneven.
"I've never been a good girl. Ask anybody back home—they said I have an attitude problem. So you were just hanging around that cottage by accident."
He took the sudden change in subject without blinking, but when he spoke it was through clenched teeth. "What else would I be doing?"
"I thought"—Kaitlyn tilted her head back to look up at him—"that you might need something."
"I don't need anything from anyone!"
She'd accomplished something astonishing just then—she'd made Gabriel give way before her. He'd retreated, stepping back until the concrete wall behind him stopped him.
Kait didn't give him a chance to regroup. She knew the risk of what she was doing. Gabriel was on the verge of snapping—and he was capable of violence. But she wouldn't let herself think about the danger; she could only think about the shining torment in Gabriel's eyes.
She moved to him again, this time so close that they were touching. Carefully, deliberately, she put her hands on his chest. She could feel the running-stag clamor of his heart.
Then she looked up at him, her face inches from his.
"I think you're lying," she whispered.
CHAPTER 9
S
omething in Gabriel's eyes fractured. It was like watching gray agate shatter into pieces.
He caught Kaitlyn by the shoulder. His other hand clamped in her hair, twisting her head to the side.
Black terror washed over Kait, but she didn't move. Her fingers tightened on the sleeves of Gabriel's borrowed shirt.
Then she felt his lips on the back of her neck.
The first sensation was a piercing, as if a single sharp tooth had penetrated at the upper part of her spine, just below her neck.
Vampires, Kait thought dazedly. She knew Gabriel was just opening a transfer point, but it felt as if he had punctured her skin. She could easily see how the legends about vampires had started.
The next instant the sharp pain had gone, replaced by a
tugging
, as if something inside her was being plucked up by the roots. She felt her own momentary resistance—like the Earth clinging to a handful of weeds being pulled. And then a giving, a yielding. As if the weeds had come free in the pulling hand.
Energy fountained out of the open wound in a narrow stream. Kaitlyn felt a flare of heat—and pleasure.
All right. It's going to be all right
, she thought, scarcely knowing whether she was speaking to herself or Gabriel. The experience itself was frightening—it was like working with high-voltage electricity. But she refused to be afraid on other grounds.
I trust you, Gabriel
, she thought.
She could feel the energy pouring into him, and once again she felt his gratitude, his appreciation. His relief as his need was met.
I trust you.
The energy was still flowing steadily, and Kait had a sense of cleansing. Her entire body felt light and airy, as if her feet weren't touching the ground. She relaxed in Gabriel's arms, letting him support her.
Thank you.
The thought wasn't Kaitlyn's, and no one else was in range—so it had to be Gabriel. But it didn't sound like Gabriel. There was no anger, no mockery. It was the free and joyous communication of a happy child.
Then, all at once, the current streaming between them was broken. Gabriel released her and lifted his head.
Dizzy, Kaitlyn clung to him for a moment, hearing her own breath slowing.
"No more," Gabriel said. He was breathless, too, but calm. The starving emptiness inside him filled—at least partly.
Then he said, "Kait…"
Kaitlyn made herself let go of him. She stepped back, keeping her eyes down.
"Are—are you sure it's enough? You'll be okay now?" She spoke because sharing thoughts was too intimate.
It had occurred to her—finally—that she was courting another kind of danger here. Being this close to Gabriel,
giving
to him, and feeling his joy and gratification—it had bound them together in a way even the web could not match. It had brought down Gabriel's walls… again.
And that was unfair, because on her part it was just caring. It's not like what I feel for Rob, she told herself. It isn't—love…
She could sense Gabriel looking at her. Then she felt an indefinable change in him, a mental straightening of shoulders.
"We need to get back," he said. His voice was short and he ignored her question.
Kait looked up. "Gabriel—"
"Before we're missed." Gabriel turned away and started out into the night.

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