Obsidian Wings
Authors: Laken Cane
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Genre Fiction, #Horror, #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Fantasy, #Paranormal & Urban
Obsidian Wings
By Laken Cane
Copyright © 2014
Laken Cane
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Dedications
With each new book, I
“meet” more amazing, supportive people. You make me eager to write that next
book, eager to take you with me on the next adventure. This one is for you.
Melody
Aboaf
Dawn Anderson
Gwynnith
Roberts-Baxter
Dawn Frasier-Bradshaw
Devaeriel
Ami Dixon
Dave Gallagher
Jeannie Holbrook
Tiffany Johnson
Dawn Levy
Danielle
Longamore
Mandi
Shannon Martin
Elaine
Otworth
Morris
Jeanette Rutherford
Roxie Worley Smith
Michelle Dunson Trout
Table of Contents
One
“You got me a present?”
Rune nudged the little envelope with a cautious finger. “The
perfect present for you, baby.”
“The perfect present would be the twins.” He paused, as
though afraid to ask the question that came next. “You heard from them?”
The hope in his voice made her close her eyes and curse
silently. “No. I’m sorry.”
He was quiet for a long moment. “What do you have for me?”
“Something to keep the vampires away. I’ll explain when I
see you.”
“That would be a good present,” he agreed, trying to sound
cheerful.
But she knew him. “I’m so sorry, Ellie.”
“It’s not your fault, Rune. And I know we’ll get them back.
I just wish we would hurry, before…”
Yeah.
Before.
“Get some rest, Rune. You have a lot of recovering to do.”
She sighed. He always worried about her, even though he was
going through his own hell. “I will.”
She clicked off, glanced at the door, then at the bed. But
pacing and worrying would achieve nothing.
So she undressed and climbed under the sheets.
Waiting.
For something. For someone.
She lay in the dark, her fingers touching the sharp, silver
shiv she’d slid under the edge of the mattress. Not that she’d need a blade
with the claws she possessed, but old habits
died
hard, and she found comfort in the routine.
She waited.
Her heart fluttered uncertainly, beating rapidly enough to
hurt the recently healed stake wound scarring her chest.
She heard the click when the lock was picked, a tiny click
not as loud as the click her throat made when she swallowed.
She closed her eyes.
Kept them closed as he undressed, as he slid into the bed
beside her.
But she knew who he was. His scent was as intoxicating to
her as the smell of blood, as familiar as the scent of the individual crew
members.
“Berserker,” she whispered.
He pulled the sheet off her and skimmed his fingers over her
belly, her chest, her face.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Berserker.”
She opened her eyes, catching the white gleam of his teeth
as he smiled down at her.
She forced herself to breathe. “I…”
“You were maybe expecting someone else?” His voice rumbled
in the darkness, covering her with silk and a dark, dark promise.
“No,” she said, gasping as he dipped his fingers between her
thighs. “Not really.”
Fingers still moving, slow and heavy, he leaned over and put
his lips against her cheek. “Let me do what I’m supposed to do.”
She couldn’t speak.
She arched her back, her breath catching in her throat.
“You don’t have to be afraid.” His breath was warm and moist
in her ear. “I’ve got you.”
He did.
God, he did.
She gazed into his glittering eyes, her desire building as he
effortlessly awakened her need. Her need for blood. For him. For sex.
And something more, something she had no name for.
She put her palm against his bicep, barely breathing. His
muscles bunched as he touched her, his fingers moving relentlessly.
She cried out, her grip tightening on his arm, tightening
enough to hurt him.
His expression didn’t change—he watched her, awareness in
his intense stare. He knew what he was doing to her.
Right then, at that second, she was his.
Just his.
And he knew that, as well.
She opened her mouth to reply, maybe, and he covered it with
his. He moved his lips, caressing hers, then slipped his tongue into her mouth.
He stroked her tongue with his, a whisper of a touch.
Nothing hurried, nothing tense.
And in her mind, there was only the berserker.
He overpowered the twins, her father, and COS. He even
forced away Z. He buried her worry for the blind Other who lay in the clinic,
tortured thoughts once again breaking the silence she’d found.
There was only the berserker.
He took his mouth from hers when she shivered.
“Rune.” His voice slid into the darkness the way his tongue
had slid into her mouth.
“Yeah?” The word left her in a breathless, strained rush.
“I wanted to say your name,” he told her. “You know I—”
She put her fingers over his lips. “Shhh.”
His lips moved as he pulled one of her fingers into his
mouth, and then, before she could say another word, he stopped being slow.
Stopped being gentle.
She gasped and suddenly didn’t care what he said. She
wouldn’t have heard him over the blood rushing through her ears.
Strad used his rough fingers to shove her over the edge, and
just as she fell, he forced her mouth against his throat.
He didn’t have to offer twice.
She dropped her fangs and struck, the rush of blood making
her orgasm harder, longer.
More.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to his
hard, muscled body as he thrust into her.
And there in the darkness, cut off from the world and all
its trouble, they fed each other.
Much later, she lay wrapped in his arms and realized she’d
never felt more at peace than when she was with the berserker.
It was not a wholly comforting thought.
Two
“She can feel them, I think,” Dr. Haas said. She leaned over
Lex and flashed her light into the Other’s eyes, as though that would tell her
something.
Rune figured it was habit. “If she can feel them, that might
mean they’re nearby.” She squeezed Lex’s hand. “Can you hear me, Lex?”
Raze leaned against the wall. His eyes were bloodshot, and
his face was stubbled with the coming day’s hint of a beard. It’d been his turn
to watch over Lex.
And even when it wasn’t his turn, he stayed away long enough
to grab a couple hours of sleep, and, when called upon, to work. Then he ran
back to Lex.
The strain of worrying about the twins along with Lex’s
unrelenting descent into a darkness they couldn’t chase away was showing. On
all of them.
Abruptly, Lex was back. Kind of.
She clutched at Rune’s hand, her grip desperate. “They’re in
the Moor.”
Raze strode to the bedside. “We checked the Moor.”
“In the Moor,” she repeated.
Her body quivered, but Rune couldn’t tell if she was
shivering or trying to vibrate. “Can you see anything else, Lex?”
But Lex was gone again.
“She’s not getting better,” Rune murmured.
“She’s worse,” Dr. Haas agreed. “You’ve fed her. I’ve done
everything I can think to do but—”
“She’ll get better once the twins are safe.” Raze’s voice
was hoarse. He didn’t look at anyone but Lex. “She’s going there.” He gestured.
“In her mind.”
Rune nodded. He was right.
“God knows where else she’s going,” the doctor said. “If
Karin Love is released—”
“Don’t say that name,” Rune told her.
None of them knew what was happening to Lex. But something
was, and it was something dark. Rune was terrified that eventually the girl
wouldn’t be able to find her way back to them.
“The Moor,” Rune said. “If Lex says the twins are in the
Moor, they’re in the Moor.” She caught Raze’s stare with her own. “We’re going
to have to look harder.”
He nodded. “You go. I’ll—”
Rune cut him off. “No. You’ll come with me. I’ll call Ellie
to sit with Lex.”
Raze needed to be out working or he was going to lose his
mind right along with Lex. He knew that.
His jaw knotted as he thought about it, and finally, he nodded.
“I’ll call him.”
The doctor followed Raze from the room. “I’ll check on her
often,” she threw back over her shoulder. “I’ll let you know if anything
changes.”
Rune hadn’t asked the doctor about Lex’s injuries. She wasn’t
sure she wanted to know. “Please get better,” she whispered.
“They’re in the Moor.”
But where in the Moor? Raze had been right. They’d torn the
Moor apart—had torn the county apart—searching for the twins.
They’d simply disappeared. Right along with COS.
But if they truly were in the Moor, someone there had to
know. And she was going to question every motherfucking one of them.
Lex began screaming, startling Rune so much she stumbled
back, sending the tray table into the wall. “Fuck!”
Raze ran into the room, his eyes wild, shivs in both hands.
“What?”
They strode to the bed where the blind Other continued to
scream. She didn’t thrash, didn’t move, just opened her mouth and screamed.
Not even the expression on her face changed.
Rune shuddered and grabbed Lex’s shoulders. “Lex, wake up,”
she yelled, but still, Lex screamed.
She didn’t even take a breath.
Dr. Haas ran into the room with a nurse, and pushed past
Raze. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. She just started screaming.”
“Lex,” the nurse said. “Alexis?”
Rune couldn’t bear the agony. Lex was in hell, and there was
nothing she could do about it. “Can you knock her out?” She wasn’t sure the
doctor would hear her whispered plea, but somehow, she did.
“I can try,” she replied, her voice grim.
And still Lex screamed.
It took ten minutes to get the girl drugged enough to stop
screaming. To Rune, it took an eternity.
When Lex was silent and still at last, limp beneath the
sheets, Rune grabbed Raze’s arm and they walked from the room. Neither one of
them could have stayed a second longer.
They waited in the hall for Ellis and before Rune had time
to stop trembling, he arrived. He took one look at her and pulled her into his
arms. “What happened?”
“Lex had an episode,” Raze said. “She…screamed.”
Ellis drew back but held onto Rune’s hand. “Why?”
But they had no answer for him.
Rune cleared her throat. “We’re going back to the Moor. Lex
said the twins were in the Moor.”
Ellis’s eyes widened. “They are?” He squeezed Rune’s
fingers, his voice heavy with hope. “They are?”
“She said so, baby.” But she hadn’t, really. She’d said
they
were in the Moor. Whoever they were. Maybe the twins. Maybe fictional nightmare
creatures in her mind.
Ellie put a hand to his chest. “Then go
get
them.”
“We’re going to try,” she said. “If anything happens, call
my cell.”
“Yes, yes.” He
shooed
them away.
“Go find our boys.”
She called Strad once she was in her SUV, speeding down the
highway. “Lex says we should check the Moor. For the twins, I think. Or maybe
COS. I’m going there right now.”
“Alone?”
She sighed. “Raze is right behind me.”
“I’ll meet you there.” He hung up.
She woke Jack up. “We’re headed for the Moor. Lex is sure
that’s where we need to be.”
“Then we do.”
“I think so, too. Maybe the twins are in the Moor. But
where?”
“That’s the question.”
“Call Owen for me.”
“You got it. See you there.”
She realized she’d forgotten to give Ellis the fang. The
deadly, hideous fang. For him, it would be a lifesaver.
Llodra was dead, but Ellie wasn’t safe. Any vampire could
bite—and turn—him.
The fang Amy had given her, though, that would protect him
when Rune couldn’t. The little bite junkie had done much more for the crew than
they’d ever done for her.
Her cell rang, the display showing RISC. “Bill?”
“Rune, I need you to check out something in the Moor.”
“Then you’re in luck, because I’m almost there. What do you
have?”
“We got a report of a dead female Other. I need you to check
the scene for me.”
“What’s different about this death?”
“Obvious murder. She was tortured and nailed to the side of
the old abandoned slaughterhouse on Timber Road.”
She closed her eyes in a long, slow blink. “Who’s on the
scene?”
“Homicide detectives have come and gone. I was called once
they discovered the victim was Other.”
“
Doer
might be human.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “And if we find that to be true, River
County humans can take the case.”
“There won’t be much to take if I find the son of a bitch
first.”
“You know the rules, Rune.”
She knew. Didn’t mean she followed them. “I’ll call you when
I have something.”
She clicked off, then called Raze. “We’ll have to split up.
Rice wants me to check out an Other murder on Timber Road.”
“That’s in the Moor,” he replied.
“Yes. I’ll catch up with you after I’m finished. Let me know
if you find anything.”
“I will. Who do you want to take?”
“I’ll call Jack. You and the others concentrate on the
twins.”
If it was an Other against Other crime, she wouldn’t be
looked at too hard if the killer was put down during his capture. The Other
prisons were overflowing. But if she took out a
human
who’d killed
Others, she could find herself in very hot water.
If, of course, she was caught.
