The Thorndyke Trilogy 2: Dancing at Midnight by Lynne Connolly

Author:Lynne Connolly [Connolly, Lynne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal; Supernatural; Shifter; Vampire
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2014-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Nathan closed the door gently on the man outside. Whatever came next, at least he’d found Kristen and she was alive. He knew better than to take advantage of the subtle invitation this room possessed. Sorcery of some kind lurked here, an insidious beckoning that if he hadn’t expected it would have drawn him into opening his mind.

The PHR specialized in destroying Talents wherever they found them, but they weren’t above using plotting and guile. They organized in cells, which was why it was so difficult to get rid of them. When Talents rooted out one cell, another popped up somewhere else. The members guarded information carefully, only gave details to a selected few.

Nathan couldn’t do anything about taking this cell down tonight, but if he got out of this place in one piece, he’d take care of it.

“Good evening,” he said politely. He stayed where he was, near the door, but he longed to go to the couch where she sat and drag her into his arms.

The man called De’Ath looked up. The color of his eyes was pale, almost colorless, as if he lacked pigment there.

His skin was pink, and his lashes blond despite the raven shade of his hair.

They probably thought Nathan was a vampire. That gave him a definite advantage, since he wasn’t vulnerable to the same things. They probably hadn’t bothered to get Cephalox, the drug that would temporarily kill his dragon.

“Trent wants to offer me a job,” Kristen said with a sweet smile. “I could be a star here.”

He stared at her. Shock reverberated through him. She was looking at him as if staring at a stranger. The desire to kill somebody, anybody, seized him again, but he fought it down. He’d been a warrior in his time, and he knew the value of a cool head. He’d try to talk Kristen and himself out of here first. The odds were stacked against him; he’d already realized that from the strength of the muscle and the anti-telepathy buzz. These people weren’t amateurs.

He’d get Kristen out or die trying.

Death held no terrors for him, and that formed part of his strength. Because he didn’t care, he’d go that much further to get what he wanted.

Except he’d never have the chance to hold Kristen close again. A pang of regret hit him right in the solar plexus. Maybe he did want something else now. She’d made him vulnerable. This wasn’t the best time to discover that.

“You’ll be a star at my place.” Nathan kept his voice low and unthreatening. “It’s your choice, darling. Your free choice.”

Dalton’s snort echoed in Nathan’s head. “She’s in a trance.”

He hadn’t needed Dalton to tell him that. Her eyes betrayed her, the pupils unusually large in this surprisingly well-lit room. Now that Nathan was this close, he could contact her mind, but wary of a trap, he only skimmed it. Even that superficial graze told him she wasn’t thinking normally. The patterns of her mind were disrupted—some quelled, some working in a different way.

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