and sped down the dark tunnel to handle any survivors of the blast.
CHAPTER 6
Beth slammed the phone in the empty reception hall down and stalked back to her room.
“Give it up Beth.”
Those were the words of advice from her mentor and, hell, her only real friend. Well screw you Jackson, she thought as she pulled the door of her room open. Sure, she had heard the concern in his voice. She had been hearing that for the last few months, if she was honest with herself. But the clip she had sent him was important, dammit. She knew it. And for him to just brush her off like she was a rookie chasing a blind lead.
Tears of frustration sprang into her eyes, shocking her as much as the slam of the door behind her. God she must be overwrought from lack of sleep. Not to mention an assault in the forest.
She had been trying to get his face out of her head for the past hour, during the long run back to the hotel and the quick bite she had grabbed at the restaurant down the drag. But it was a losing battle. The green eyes and scarred face were flooding her senses. She could smell the tree in front of her, and the feel of the man behind her as he had whispered in her ear.
“Not until I say so.”
Beth closed her eyes for a second and pulled the air slowly into her lungs. Melchior. She knew him in her dreams. The dark taste of a man’s lips in the dark forest, his hand between her legs as she arched back against him. Melchior rising above her in the dark of a room. She was slick with need for him. Begging him to take her again and again.
With a gasp she opened her eyes. What was wrong with her? Jesus anything could have happened up there alone in the forest with him. It almost had. But she knew it had not been one-sided. He had wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
She walked over to the bathroom and pulled the door open and stepped into the running shower. Slowly she lifted her eyes to the mirror, dreading what she was going to see. She knew she had been under stress but she didn’t realize how much weight she had dropped in the last few months. No sleep would do that to you. She could see the deep shadow of her cheekbones now cut her cheeks like two slashes. Beth knew men found her beautiful and not even the short crop and scowl she wore seemed to keep them away. She was tired even of trying.
She climbed out of the shower and pulled one some silk panties and a thin hotel-issue toweling robe she found behind the door. Then she stepped into the room. A hand clamped down over her mouth and a white light blinded her. Behind it she saw a pair of fierce green eyes and a scarred face. He had found her.
“Sleep,” he said. And her lights went out.
CHAPTER 7
Beth was tied in the cave of fathomless despair, her arms locked in heavy chains and her legs wrapped in the coldest locks. He moved towards her through the space, a tiny dark creature shrouded in a hood. She knew he was evil, the rank smell of it washes off him in waves.
His black eyes raked her flesh. Beth shrank back against the cold stone, trying to crawl inside herself, save herself from the waves of putrid hate coming towards her.
She knew just a single touch would contaminate her, poison her forever. He was evil. Disease.
Dreamwalker. He said, moving above her.
Flesh of my flesh. You are mine. The last one.
You will bring him to me.
Nooooooo, Beth sobbed as he looked at her.
Even in her dream she knew she was going to betray the man with the green eyes.
Great sobs shook her body as it convulsed in the dark. She would fight, as she always had. But it meant that he would kill her, this tiny deathbringer.
It happened every time. Every single night of her life she had fought him. And every night she had lost. Soon a great dagger of stone was going to descend, slicing her torso open as her lifeblood ran down the altar and into the thirsty earth below.
She was helpless, about to die. Great