Dominion (Book 1 of The Dominion Series) (22 page)

"So you knew my parents well."

"No," he says. "Not well at all. I was merely an intermediary between my group and your family. I didn't know your family had gone back to Boston until a year later. Before I could reestablish contact, your mother died. I did my best to ensure the Council didn't get you in their clutches."

"So it was you who lost my file?"

He doesn't say anything for a while.

"I had a contact in the normal child welfare system who was supposed to find you a good home, and I did lose track of you as soon as you went to live with your foster family. I didn't want to know where you were or who you were with. I wanted to forget about your existence completely, to protect you from the Council. And I succeeded, until you were looking for a translator. I had no idea Julien gave the manuscript to your mother. I asked him for it and he said he'd given it to a collector."

I just sit and look at the picture, my memories drawn back to that time of my life, travelling with my parents through Europe that last year before we moved back to Boston.

"Why?"

He frowns. "What do you mean? Why did I help?"

"Yes. You say how strategically important I am. I thought your mission was the most important thing to you."

"You were different. I hated the thought that your talent would be wasted. I wanted you to have the chance to develop."

"I wish you would have told me. I would have felt differently."

"What do you mean?"

"If I'd known you knew my parents and helped our family."

He shakes his head.

"I didn't want you to feel any obligation. I wanted it to be your own free will as much as possible."

I hand the picture back to him and I feel so sad now, grief just under the surface. He touches my hand when he takes the picture back.

"This upsets you," he says. "I'm sorry. I told you that Julien would stir things up."

I go back to the other bed and slip under the covers, staring at the ceiling.

He comes over and sits beside me on the bed, leaning down to kiss me, but nothing more. Then he goes back to the other bed, turning back to the television.

I turn over and face him, wondering why he's not going to sleep with me, wishing he would, but I try to be obedient, submit to his will, letting him decide if and when we fuck.

"Good night," I say quietly.

"Good night, Eve." He clicks off the bedside light and there's just the flicker of blue light from the television.

Sometime later when the sky is still pitch-black, I wake to find Michel in bed with me, spooned against me, naked. His arms are wrapped around me, and he's kissing my neck, his hands under my nightgown cupping my breasts. My body responds immediately to his touch, and I gasp when he turns me over and his mouth finds mine. He pulls my nightgown off and begins to kiss me, his mouth moving down my cheek to my neck.

"I thought he'd take you from me," he whispers, his voice so fearful even now. "I can't lose you."

Then his mouth moves lower, his hands cupping my breasts while he tongues my nipples, blowing on them so they pucker. Then he nips each one softly with his teeth and I know he's in hunter mode for I can feel his fangs. They don't break my skin, just remind me that he's a vampire and that he could take me if he wanted. I want him to but he doesn't.

He licks my skin, his mouth moving down over my waist and belly, to my sex, his hands spreading my thighs, and his tongue is relentless, stroking me, fingers slipping inside and repeating the same movements, and then he shoves himself into me and I feel my orgasm near, the sweetness spreading down my legs and up into my chest as I start to spasm around him, I cry out his name.

Then he rises up and it's not Michel. It's Soren. I gasp and try to push him away, but he's too strong…

My eyes fly open and I'm alone on the bed. I reach down my body and my nightgown is still on, but my panties are wet from my arousal. It was just a dream. After a few moments of deep breathing to calm my racing heart, I get up and open the curtains to look at the airport. It's still dark out. Michel isn't on the other bed beside me and so I assume he's gone back to his own room. It's 4:00 a.m., and if I'm going on the early flight, we have to leave in half an hour. I need to get up.

I dress quickly and decide to go down to the restaurant, get a cup of coffee at the coffee shop. I slip on my jacket and boots, then leave the room. I go down the elevator but the hotel coffee shop is closed. I'll have to go to the one next to the hotel and out through a side door to the coffee shop. Before I get to the door of the well-lit parking lot, I stand for a moment and face the airport. A lone plane takes off directly overhead and for a while I just stand and stare up at the sky. The stars are bright enough despite the city lights that I can make out Cassiopeia and the Big Dipper.

I walk with my head up, not paying attention to my surroundings, letting the feelings of relief at leaving Helena fill me, when I bump into a person walking in the opposite direction who grabs my arm.

"Oh, hell," I say, when I realized it's Julien. He's barely visible, wearing his long black trench coat and black fedora.

"What in God's
name
are you doing walking around alone while it's still dark?" he says, his voice almost a hiss. "Have you no sense?"

"I was just getting coffee."

"At four in the morning?"

"Julien, Michel and Ed have agreed that we're flying back with Soren. I want to go on the first flight. I don't want to go back with Soren."

"Soren's not going to hurt you."

I shake my head. He must have gotten to Julien as well.

"Soren's compelled you, too."

"
Quiet
," he says, his voice low. He pulls me over between two parked semi-trailer trucks and pushes me against one. He presses his hand over my mouth and shakes his head quickly.

A lone man walks through the parking lot towards us. Julien pulls his coat around me as if to hide me from sight. I glance up at his face. He speaks in a quiet voice, his tone flat. "Don't say a word."

I try to get hold of myself, realizing that I'm in danger from whoever might be following me. I stand with Julien's arms around me until the man has gone to one of the other semi-trailers and then I try to pull away.

"No. Just keep quiet for a minute."

I just stand there, waiting and Julien buries his nose in my hair and neck, inhaling deeply.

"Christ, Eve," he says. "Why in
hell
would you think of going out alone? Have you learned nothing about the danger you're in?"

I frown at him.

"I'm in danger from Soren, and you're all convinced he won't take me."

"Soren's not going to take you." He shakes his head. "Eve. You have to be extremely careful. You simply can't go out alone," he says, brushing hair off my face. "This was the worst time possible to be brought into this life, but there was no choice. You just have to accept reality."

I look around, trying to avoid his eyes because I'm so frustrated at Soren's ability to manipulate them all.

"I hate this," I say. "I hate
you
, and Michel and Ed and everything."

"Hush," he says, his grin lopsided. "No you don't. You don't hate me. You don’t hate Michel. In fact, you like us both a little too much." He takes my arm, gently escorting me towards the coffee shop. "It's not what you imagined, but it's reality. You're a survivor, Eve. You just have to accept things for what they are and cooperate."

He squeezes my arm and I tug it away, but it's futile.

"You enjoy this, don't you?" I say, angry at his possessiveness. "This sense of ownership you and your brother have over me."

"No," he says. "I don't, Eve. Actually, I'm mad at you. You have no idea how much danger you put yourself in by coming out here."

"You're all putting me in danger, letting me go back with Soren on his plane."

"Don't worry, Eve. He's not going to take you."

"You keep saying that. Don't you realize he's compelled you?"

We reached the door to the hotel.

"You go on in. I'll get you a cup of coffee. Medium roast with cream, right? I'll be up in about fifteen minutes. I have to make a call first. I don't know how Michel let you out of his sight."

He pushes me forward and I enter the hotel with my keycard and go to the bank of elevators. I get in the elevator and go back to my room.

I check Michel's room but there's no answer. At 4:30 a.m. Julien still hasn't come to my room so I knock on the door adjoining my room once more and call Michel's name.

There's still no answer. I call down to the front desk and ask the night clerk if she knows where Ed and Michel are.

"Oh, he and Special Agent de Cernay left for the airport twenty minutes ago. They left word that you were flying back with a Mr. Henrickson later this morning."

"
What
?"

The clerk starts to repeat herself but I cut her off.

"They're
gone
?"

"Yes, I called a cab for them. They left for the airport."

All I can think is that this is a nightmare and soon I'll wake up and see that none of the preceding happened – it's all been a bad dream.

"Can you tell me what room Julien de Cernay is in?"

She pauses on the other end for a moment. "I'm sorry. We have no guest registered with that name."

I sigh. What the hell?

"Can you call me a taxi? I have to make it to the airport for the flight."

The clerk frowned. "Well," she says slowly, "that might be a bit hard since it's already taken off."

"What?"
Damn
.

"Agent O'Neil said he sent you an email," the clerk says, her voice hopeful.

"Thank you," I say and hang up.

I open my cell and check my mail. There it is:

Eve,

Michel and I are going back now on the Council jet. It's fixed and we'll be gone at 4:30. Colonel Lindgren will send a driver at 11:00 so you can catch a ride out to his airstrip in time for his flight. Glad you decided to fly back with him – you looked really tired when we spoke last night and I agree – some sleep and a later flight will be good for you, given your recent experiences. Take the rest of the day off and see you at work tomorrow night.

Ed.

What? I talked to him? I have no memory of talking to him. Soren must have compelled him, too. I sit on the small sofa in the room and try to decide. I can't even get a rental because I don't have a credit card so I have to grit my teeth and fly back with Soren. I have a feeling it will be quite a test, whatever happens.

The car picks me up at 11:00. A black limo, the driver tips his cap and opens the door for me before loading my bag into the trunk. It takes just under an hour to arrive and I'm glad for the plastic partition that separates the driver from the passenger.

We drive through the countryside to the base, the driver sailing through the guardhouse checkpoint without even rolling down his window. The limo stops at the hangar and the driver opens my door, ushering me over to the hanger door. He brings my bag out and I wait for someone to come and get me.

The pilot opens the hangar side door and shakes my hand. He's a very young clean-cut man, red-blooded son of the Mid-West, who introduces himself with that familiar soft drawl that's not quite southern Cowboy, but not Northeastern that I'm more used to hearing.

"Come this way," he says. "Colonel Lindgren is already on the plane."

I follow him, steeling myself for the experience of spending a couple of hours in his presence – alone. I climb up the steps to the door and enter. Next I step through a heavy draped doorway and into the cocoon-like interior. It's been remodeled and has four plush armchair-like seats. The window shades are closed and the room is lit by soft yellow lamps along the cabin bulkhead.

Soren is seated in one of the chairs reading a file when I enter.

"Eve, how nice to see you again." He stands and like a gentleman, comes and shakes my gloved hand. He lays his other hand over it, clasping my smaller hand in his. "I was glad that at least one of you could fly with me. Agent O'Neil sent me a note to let me know you'd had a difficult couple of days and would sleep in, take the later flight with me. Glad I could be of service."

"What a load of bullshit," I say, unwilling to play this game of pleasantries between enemies. "You compelled Michel to let me come alone with you. Probably Julien and Ed as well."

He smiles. "You have a saucy mouth," he says. "I love saucy, Eve, so don't think that will put me off. Eternity's so long and I do love a challenge. Now, take a seat. We'll be taking off shortly. If you don't mind, I have a bit of reading to do. Help yourself to a magazine or newspaper while we wait." He points to a table at the side of the cabin.

I take off my coat and gloves, hanging them on the back of the seat and go over and select
The New York Times
. I need something to distract me for I hate small planes. In a large jet, I can pretend I'm on a bus or train, the ground firm beneath me. In a small plane, I'm unable to maintain the premise.

"What's that sigh for?" Soren says after a moment. I didn't realize I made any sound. "Don't like small jets? Or are you just tired?"

Is he reading my mind at a distance?

"I prefer larger jets, actually, Colonel," I say, hating to admit fear to him.

"Please call me Soren. Eve, my pilot is very skilled. Ex-top gun, former member of an aerobatics team."

"I'll be fine."

The engines start as the pilot goes over his pre-flight check, their whine signifying the inevitability of this trip. I breathe deeply and look around, trying to distract myself from the flight. I try to pretend I'm on a small bus. Deny that it's actually a plane - that I'm flying on a cushion of air. I can do it on a 727. I suspect I won't pull it off in this Lear jet. I'd need a drink or two for that.

Soren stands and comes over to me, bending over me, his face close to mine, and tethers me in before I can move to stop him. His skin is so pale, long blond hair pulled back as before. He's handsome in a cold way. He has me strapped in so quickly, I can't even protest. He pulls the shoulder belt, keeping one hand in between the belt and my chest to ensure comfort, looking at me closely as he tightens it.