Black Fallen by Elle Jasper

Author:Elle Jasper [Jasper, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy, C429, Extratorrents, Kat, Romance, Vampires
ISBN: 9780451413529
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2012-12-31T00:00:00+00:00

Part Seven

UNINVITED

Evil is like water, it abounds, is cheap, soon fouls, but runs itself clear of taint.

—Samuel Butler, 1835–1902

The change in Riley now is like mist to black vapor. It is as obvious as a knife plunged into the heart. She won’t accept her mate’s fate. Will not. I can see it in her eyes. There’s a fury there that is chilling. For the first time since arriving in Edinburgh, I feel like the Fallen have no chance in Hell of surviving. Not Riley Poe anyway.

—Lucian MacLeod

“Riley.”

The moment I walk through the door, Victorian is there. Noah immediately steps in front of me, blocking the Romanian vampire from me. Noah says nothing. He simply stares at Vic, who only returns his hot glare for a second before turning his brown gaze to mine. What is it? Talk to me.

Noah’s hand grips mine and leads me through the foyer to the library. Everyone is pretty much where we left them.

Where Eli and I left them.

I feel my knees go numb, my body begin to crumple.

Noah grabs me, holds me up. Victorian, despite the glares and threats from Noah, is at my other side.

“What is it?” Jake says, striding toward us.

“The Fallen. They got Eli,” Noah says. His voice is laced with fury. Eerily calm, barely contained fury.

“What do you mean, ‘got him’?” Jake asks.

I look up and meet Jake’s green gaze. The memory of what I saw rushes back, hits my gut like a brick. “I’m gonna be sick,” I say, and pull from Noah’s grasp. I bolt for . . . anywhere, stumbling, my hand over my mouth. I’m lost, trying to find a bathroom, a trash can. Plant. Door. Anything.

In my next breath I’m swept up and Jake is running through the Crescent. I close my eyes because my head is now spinning. He eases me to the floor, kicks the toilet lid up with his foot, and holds my hair back. I wretch and wretch until I cough.

Coughing turns into sobbing. I break. I can’t help it. I try not to but . . . it happens.

I totally break down. Even while it’s happening, I know I’m allowing myself this one weakness. This one snap. I’ll let it all out, then be done. None of it will help bring Eli back.

At the sink, with Jake still holding my hair back, I throw water on my face and rinse out my mouth. He hands me a hand towel and I dry off, then our eyes lock in the mirror. Even Jake’s face seems ashen.

“It canna be,” he says, his unusual accent washing over me. Comforting me somewhat. “Tell me.”

With my hands propped against the sink, my head drops forward and the tears fall. Pain surges up from my insides, seizes my gut, my throat, and escapes on a noise even I can’t define. Wailing cat. Singing whale.

Mourning human with tendencies.

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