Tamed

Dark Protectors - 6.5

Rebecca Zanetti

Chapter One

Lily Sotheby settled back into the worn leather of the booth, her fingers around the stem of a wineglass. “This cabernet is, um . . .”

“Piss.” Hilde Freebird pulled the label off her longneck beer as Garth Brooks crooned from the jukebox. “You don’t order wine at a honkey-tonk, Prophet.”

“Shhh,” said Janie Kayrs, the other accomplice, eyeing the peanut shells lining the tavern’s floor. “Don’t call her that.”

“Oh yeah. My bad.” Hilde pushed her glasses farther up her nose and nodded at a group of men playing pool. Fit and hard, several wore handmade silk suits. They seemed out of place in the dive bar as well. “Have you chosen?”

This was such an incredibly bad idea. “No.” Lily tracked the distance from the booth to the door. “If the king discovers we’re at a bar, he’s going to kill me.” What in the heck was she thinking, bringing the vampire king’s niece to a public bar? Half of the immortal species wanted to kidnap Janie; the other half wanted her dead.

Janie snorted. “I know. We’re safe because nobody in the world would expect to find us here. But I’m twenty-five, have been for several days, and I’ve always wanted a real night out with the girls—without vampires or bodyguards.”

Hilde nodded. “That is important for a human woman, which you are. And getting the prophet laid is an admirable goal.”

On all that was holy. Lily’s face heated. “I’m sure I don’t remember how to, ah, copulate.” She’d mated a vampire three centuries ago, and he’d died shortly thereafter. Once mated, a vampire or mate could never become intimate with another being . . . until now.

“Well, first you need to stop using the word copulate.” Jane took a swig of beer. “How odd is it that a virus created by our enemies now allows you a second chance at love?”

Forget love. Lily had just wanted a night free of work and worry. Having sex with some stranger was not the way for her to relax, regardless of her friends’ attempts. “Virus-27 is designed to unravel our chromosomes until we become bacteria . . . no doubt I’ll die before that happens.” But, for now, the virus took away the physical repercussions of vampire mating, and she could actually touch a man again without inflicting a horrible allergic reaction upon them both. If she found a man. She smoothed down her long skirt.

“Speaking of copulation”—Hilde clucked her tongue—“did you have to dress like a puritan?”

Lily examined her flowered gown. “This is how I dress.”

“At least ditch the sweater.” Without waiting for agreement, Hilde grasped the sweater’s hem and yanked it over Lily’s head. “Oh my.”

Lily glanced down at her breasts rising above the bustier. “This is to be worn underneath the sweater.”

“Not if you want nookie.” Hilde shoved the sweater in her bulky purse. “Come on. Unlike you, I’m a widow who hasn’t contracted the virus and thus I still can’t touch a male without an allergic reaction. You must get some for both of us.”

Lily tried to relax and smile at her friend. Hilde had moved in with the vampires when her granddaughter had mated one of the king’s brothers, and she’d become a friend to Lily and a pain in the butt to the vampires. “This top is indecent,” Lily murmured.

Janie smiled, pretty blue eyes lightening. “You look beautiful.” She leaned forward. “In a couple of days, you’re going to be so busy brokering the end to the war, you won’t have time for fun. You deserve this. Now pick a man.”

Lily cleared her throat. “As one of three Realm prophets, I feel the need to caution you about strange men and pre-matehood sex.” While the prophets technically belonged to the Realm, a coalition of vampires, shifters, and witches, in reality, they belonged to Fate and would broker peace among all species. “You really should wait until you’re mated or married.”

“Shut up.” Hilde grinned as the waitress set down shots of tequila. Waiting until the woman had bustled away, Hilde pushed glasses toward the other two women. “Here’s to ending the vampire war.”

Lily took her glass. “To peace.” Tipping back her head, she allowed the liquor to slide down her throat, bringing instant warmth. Her eyes watered.

Janie played with the label on her beer. “So, ah, Caleb Donovan is supposed to arrive at headquarters in a few days.”

The mere mention of the vampire’s name sent heat spiraling through Lily’s body to pool in her abdomen. “All three of us prophets will be involved in negotiations.”

Hilde rolled her eyes. “Come on. Even though I’ve only been at headquarters a short time, I’ve noticed how you blush whenever the Realm Rebel is mentioned.”

Lily sighed. “We dated briefly centuries ago, but my parents arranged a marriage to somebody else. Caleb was angry, but duty called.” She’d always wondered if she’d made a mistake in choosing duty.

Janie sighed. “Ignore duty while you can. Caleb is hot. Maybe you should scratch an old itch and forget finding a human male for the night.”

“No.” Lily straightened her shoulders. “Caleb was kicked out of the Realm and only returned because your uncle needed allies in the war. Then, when Fate marked Caleb as one of the three prophets, the chance for anything between us ended. He’s so angry, and he hates being a prophet.”

“That’s because he’s a vampire and a soldier. The soft approach doesn’t work for him.” Janie frowned. “Sometimes Fate gets it wrong. Trust me.”

Enough talk about Fate and mistakes from the past. Lily glanced around the tavern, trying to distract Janie from the seriousness of their lives. “The bartender is handsome.”

Her friends instantly swiveled to check out the blond behind the bar. Green eyes, broad chest, hard-earned tan.

Hilde blew out air. “A twenty-five-year-old human male in that good shape? I bet he could go all night.”

Lily coughed out the scent of peanuts, dust, and tequila. “For goodness’ sake. I can’t do this.” Especially with a human who’d been on earth only a quarter of a century. He was just a kid.

Janie nodded. “Yeah, I agree. You need a guy with some mileage . . . experience matters.”

Lily turned in slow motion to eye the psychic. “You’re too young to be so wise. Tell me you haven’t been dabbling with some guy with mileage.”

Janie’s eyes sparkled. “Don’t ask questions if you don’t want the answers.”

Yeah, right. The poor woman never had a moment to herself. “Someday you’ll find your bliss, Janie.” Lily straightened her shoulders. “Now, let’s finish our drinks and go catch a movie.”

Hilde frowned. “No sex?”

“No. I’m a prophet, for Pete’s sake. I can’t sleep with one of these boys under thirty years old.” Lily sighed. Dignity was her middle name, darn it.

Hilde pushed her beer away. “Seriously. No sex?”

“Now, that would be a shame.” One of the men from the pool area slid around the corner, his wide shoulders blocking the nearest light. “Sex with strangers can be exhilarating.”

Hilde’s smile lit up her green eyes. “Exactly.” Scooting from the booth, she all but shoved the man in. “This is Lily, and she’s trying to ‘get back out there’ after ending a relationship a long time ago.”

The man held out a hand. “Paul Dunphy, and I know what you mean.”

Janie slid from the booth and gave Lily a look. “We’ll go play darts. I expect to see his license if you decide to leave with him.” The woman followed Hilde.

Lily’s mouth dropped open. She shook her head, “I, ah—”

Paul captured her hand and shook. “It’s all right, Lily. No judgment here.” He yanked on his silk tie and loosened the top. “I like your bar.”

“This is my first time here.” If Paul didn’t stop ogling her chest, she might have to kick him. “This doesn’t seem like your kind of place.”

“We finished signing a deal around the corner, and this seemed like a good place to let off some steam. I’m a financial broker.” His voice lowered on the last as if the statement should impress her.

“That’s nice.” Lily tried to signal her friends. Time to leave.

“What do you do?” Paul asked her breasts.

“Well, they just sit there mainly.” Lily waited until his gaze rose to her face. “I, on the other hand, am a counselor.” Which was true. “But I have an early morning tomorrow and need to get going.”

“Early morning? What are you, twenty-five?” Paul leaned in close, charm in his smile.

Three hundred and twenty-five, actually. “I feel much older.”

He frowned and brushed her hair from her face. “You look like a princess with those shining eyes and white-blond hair. And you smell like . . . what is that?”

Strawberries, or so she’d been told. She allowed her empathic abilities to open just a bit and then drew away from the darkness in her new companion. Kindness lived nowhere in the man.

“Strawberries,” he mused. His eyes darkened. “I’d love to taste you. How about we get out of here?”

Caution straightened her shoulders, and she plastered on her smoothest smile. “I appreciate your offer, but I must be going.” She moved to scoot from the booth.

His hand wrapped around her wrist. “Don’t tease. I heard you earlier—and I know what you want. A girl like you from a place like this? You could even earn some money if you make me really happy. You gave the token refusal, and now we’re going to go.”

Lily centered her mind. This was so bad.

Janie Kayrs instantly appeared at the table. “Is everything all right?” She glanced pointedly at Paul’s restraining hand.

“Just fine.” Lily shook loose. “Though I’m ready to go.”

Paul grabbed her upper arm. “You’re not leaving.” He glared at Janie. “Get out of the way, or you’re going to get hurt.”

Janie slid one leg back. “Let go of my friend. Now.”

Lily’s heart roared into gear. God. This was going to be disastrous. She bunched her free hand into a fist and nailed Paul in the Adam’s apple. His eyes widened, then he released her and grabbed his throat.

Janie tugged her from the booth. “Let’s go.”

They turned and ran into Paul’s friends. The closest one glanced at his choking buddy and then frowned at Lily. “You hit him?”

“She sure did.” Janie instantly side-kicked one guy, following up with a punch to the gut.

Lily went for the groin shot, knocking the guy down.

A third man ran from the pool area, and Hilde smacked a beer bottle down on his head. “Whoo-hoo,” she yelped as he fell.

Oh, things just couldn’t get worse. Lily grabbed Janie’s arm. “Run, now.”

Paul launched from the booth and captured Lily from behind. Bugger that. She’d trained for three hundred years and might accidentally hurt the guy.

The front door opened, and the situation went from disastrous to pure hell. Lily stiffened, her eyes widening as two men stalked into the bar. Tension spiraled through the room, and furious multicolored eyes met hers.

“Caleb,” she whispered.

He was even bigger than she remembered. Well over six feet, broad, and dangerous as hell, the Realm Rebel filled the doorway. His blond hair hung to his shoulders, and those odd eyes promised death. He filled out his dark T-shirt under a scuffed leather jacket, and long jean-clad legs led to biker boots. Someone so sexy shouldn’t be allowed to wear leather or boots.

He took in the scene with one glance, focusing on the male currently holding Lily against her will. He stepped forward, but the vampire king grabbed his arm.

“They’re human,” Dage muttered, his voice easily reaching across the room.

“I don’t give a shit.” Three steps into the room, and Caleb focused on the guy behind her. “Let go, or I’ll take your head off.”

Paul released Lily and paused, as if trying to decide whether or not to take him on. Good sense apparently took over, and he angled to the side to haul his buddies up. “She said she wanted to get laid—I was just trying to help. Let’s go.” They scurried from the tavern.

Caleb didn’t move, yet somehow his gaze landed on her. “What in the hell are you wearing?”

“None of your business.” She’d give anything to retrieve her sweater from Hilde.

The king sighed, his focus on his niece. “What are you doing in a bar without bodyguards?”

Janie pressed both hands against her hips. “You tracked me? I mean, you have a tracker on me?” Fury flashed red through the woman’s face.

“No.” Dage shuffled his feet in the peanut shells. “We have a tracker on Hilde.” He winced and glanced at the forty-something woman. “Sorry, but we figured you’d venture out at some point.”

Hilde pursed her lips, thought, and then shrugged. “Yes. Good call.”

Lily lifted her chin and tried to find some dignity. “I believe it’s time we went on our way.”

Caleb pivoted and blocked her path. The scent of male and wildness washed over her along with his heat. She’d forgotten his heat.

“Dage, we’ll be along later. Prophet business and all that.” Caleb didn’t move as he spoke. His eyes dared her to contradict him.

“You sure?” Dage asked, reaching for Hilde’s arm.

“Yes.” Caleb gestured Lily back into the booth. “We need to talk.”

She thought about protesting, but truly, she’d caused enough of a scene for one night. Plus, they did need to talk about the upcoming peace talks. The bar was as good a place as any. So she retook her seat.

Dage escorted Hilde and Janie out of the tavern. Anybody who’d watched the scuffle went back to their business.

Caleb’s gaze raked Lily’s top, her breasts, and rose to her face, effectively pinning her in place. Red spiraled across his rugged cheekbones, and his nostrils flared. “So. Rumor has it you want to get laid.”

Chapter Two

Caleb forced himself to keep his gaze on Lily’s stunning midnight eyes, which wasn’t nearly as difficult as he’d feared, considering the creamy breasts spilling out of the bustier. Sweet, gentle, classy Lily Sotheby wore a bustier.

Who the fuck would’ve thought it?

He hadn’t kissed her in over three centuries, but even now, he remembered her taste. Strawberries and woman.

The brand on his neck that marked him as a prophet began to burn, and he rubbed his nape out of habit. “You want to get to it right here or go outside?” he asked, wanting more than anything to see her light up in anger again.

Instead, she gave the small, polite smile he truly hated. “Funny, Caleb. Did you wish to discuss the meeting tomorrow, or shall we be on our way?”

“Actually, I’d like to tug that bustier down and see the rest of you.” The words emerged before he could stop them and held much more truth than he’d like.

Her classic chin lifted, and her polite smile widened. “Really, Caleb. Let’s keep it to business.”

His temper began to stir. “Business?” He glanced around the now quiet bar. “You bring the king’s niece, the woman the entire world wants either dead or kidnapped, to a dive bar so you can scratch an itch? How is that business?” And why the hell didn’t she knock on his door if she wanted to explore sex? An unwelcome hurt slid through his anger. No. That was just pride, damn it. He didn’t still have feelings for the woman.

Lily sighed the long-suffering exhale of a prophet. “On second thought, our venturing out into the world may have been a bad idea.”

“Bad idea?” Red hazed before his eyes. “You were in a bar fight when I arrived.” For the briefest of seconds, he had thought she’d been in danger. Although she’d been trained for centuries, she was still small. Delicate. It was a damn good thing the king had been there, or Caleb would’ve immediately gone for the kill. The primal need to defend her, to protect her, swirled unease through his gut.

Sadness lightened her eyes to the color of a mountain lake. “I know. But we just wanted to get away from duty and war for the briefest time. Janie needed a break . . .”

“Janie doesn’t get a break.” Caleb lowered his voice to keep from exploding. “Neither do you. You chose duty all those years ago, and that never ends.”

Her graceful hands clasped on the dented table. “You’re not still angry I married Sotheby and not you? Duty called me, just as it did you when Fate made you a prophet.”

“Fate?” His laugh emerged dark and bitter. “Bullshit. Fate has nothing to do with the brand on our necks. Nothing at all.”

Delicate eyebrows drew down. “How can you say that? When Prophet Milner died, the marking appeared on your neck, making you one of the three prophets. Of course Fate stepped in.”

“There is no Fate, Lily. We vampires have to figure this out.” How the hell an advanced species like vampires could still believe in Fate was beyond him. “It’s a virus, or a mutation, or something we haven’t figured out yet.”

She gasped, her face paling. “That’s crazy. The prophecy marking is a calling, and I’m not a vampire.”

No. Vampires were male only who often mated with human females, who then became immortal through a naturally occurring genetic alteration. He exhaled slowly. Lily’s husband had been a prophet, and when he’d died, the mark had appeared on her neck. The woman took the job seriously, which was good, but there was no big calling. “You and your husband were close?”

“We were friends, and we’d been mated for two weeks when he was taken by the Kurjans,” she whispered.

“I know.” The Kurjans were enemies of the vampires and had threatened to kill Miles Sotheby if Caleb didn’t stop hunting a Kurjan who’d killed Caleb’s stepsister. Caleb hadn’t stopped until the enemy was dead. “Do you blame me for your husband’s death?”

“No. I never have. The second the Kurjans took Miles, they intended to kill him.” Sadness filled her midnight-colored eyes.

Relief swept through Caleb. He’d hoped she hadn’t blamed him, because he truly couldn’t have saved Miles Sotheby. But it wasn’t just a coincidence that upon his death, Lily had become a prophet.

Ever since the damn brand had marred his neck, Caleb had been trying to find a logical answer to the whole process. “You were close to your husband and lived with him. The brand somehow transferred from him to you. When I became a prophet, I was in the immediate vicinity of the dying prophet. I think it’s a virus that needs a living host.”

“A virus?” she hissed, pink spiraling across her high cheekbones. “Bullocks.”

God. Lily in a temper was a fascinating sight. What he wouldn’t give to see how far down that pink flush went. Caleb’s groin tightened until his zipper cut into his flesh. “Yes.” He slid his hand over her warm skin, easily covering her two hands.

The innocent touch zipped straight through him like a shot of homemade whiskey. His heart thundered in his ears, and he forced calmness through his veins.

Her pupils dilated, and her chest heaved out a breath. Yeah. She was affected by the simple touch, as well.

He swallowed, his gaze dropping to the full mounds beneath the tight bustier. “You want to forget about war and duty? Come home with me.”

She cleared her throat, dragging his gaze back to her face. Temptation curved her lips. “That would be a mistake of colossal proportions.”

His grin came naturally. “Of course. But if you’re going to make a mistake, why not make it a good one?” He leaned forward, drawing in the scent of strawberries. “I promise you won’t regret the night.”

Her cheek creased, and she gently withdrew her hands from under his.

Every instinct he owned pushed him to tighten his hold and keep her in place. So he released her.

She settled back in the chair. “We’re facing the most difficult task of our lives in brokering the end to the war between vampires, Kurjans, and demons. Nothing can distract us from finding peace.”

Peace was overrated. “I don’t see the Kurjans really wanting peace.” The Kurjans were a white-faced, creepy race of killers who’d declared war on the Realm. Unlike the vampires, they could not venture into the sun and lived always in darkness. All of a sudden, they wanted to end the war? Not likely.

“Everyone wants peace for their children,” Lily said quietly.

Ah, to be so naïve. After living for centuries and seeing the destruction supposedly enhanced species could create, how could the woman believe in good? Caleb shook his head. “Even if we’ve beaten the Kurjans down enough that they want peace, no way will the demons stop fighting.”

The demons were a deadly race that had declared war on the Realm the second the king had let Caleb back into the fold. He’d been kicked out eons ago for backing his relative, who’d mated a shifter instead of the demonness he’d been promised to. “The demons will never stop.”

Lily lifted a bare shoulder. “Yet they’ve reached out and asked for negotiations. As the prophets, the three of us lead the peace talks. Period.”

A part of him really wanted to find peace for her. Just so she’d keep that sunny outlook on life. Caleb’s hand itched to touch her again. “Both the demons and the Kurjans want a chance at getting Janie. The demons want her dead, and the Kurjans want her to mate with one of them.”

Lily nodded. “I know.”

“What else do you know?” Caleb asked. Since he’d become a fucking prophet, he’d been assailed with visions of the future—often visions that didn’t make any sense or have to do with anybody he’d ever met. Dark and ominous, something pushed him. To kill.

She shrugged, her gaze shifting away. “That’s it. Why?”

“No reason.” Yeah, the prophecy virus had messed with his brain, and apparently Lily wasn’t ready to share her visions, because she was lying. Well, he was a hunter at heart, and he knew when to have patience.

So he leaned back. “How are you feeling, anyway?” Since learning that Lily had contracted Virus-27, he’d alternated between feeling concern and anticipation. The Kurjans had created the virus to attack the genetics of vampire mates, unraveling chromosomal pairs so the woman was no longer a mate, taking her first down to human. Unfortunately, it appeared that the virus kept unraveling the chromosomes, but at least it was slow-acting.

Lily smiled and focused back on him. “I’m a bit tired, but I’m sure we’ll find a cure before I become human again, or worse.”

“What did your last genetic test show?”

She lost the smile. “I’m down to twenty-five chromosomal pairs, which is still two up from being a human. So I’m not aging, but if I get down to human, then I’ll start aging again.”

The idea of Lily not being on earth with him hurt. Bad. “I’m sure we’ll find a cure.”

“Me, too.” Fear crossed her face for the briefest of seconds.

Time hung like a weight around his neck. He pushed back from the table and stood, holding out a hand to the lady.

She took it and gracefully scooted from behind the table. “It is getting late.”

He pivoted and blocked her way to gaze down at her stunning face. He’d never wanted a woman more. One night with her was all he asked. “Have you decided? My place tonight?”

She slipped her arm through his in a move as old as time and headed for the door. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

No, it was a truly horrible idea.

They emerged into a chilly night. She shivered in the night air, and he quickly shrugged out of his jacket to drape it around her. The darn leather covered her almost to her knees.

The woman looked small, fragile, and definitely kissable.

He turned and pressed her against the worn brick building, startled yet again by the delicacy of her petite frame. He stood at least a foot and a half taller, but the woman had such a presence he often forgot her stature. Slowly, he slid his hand up to cup her chin. Curiosity and need glimmered in the depths of her mysterious eyes.

Even so, he allowed several seconds to pass in case she wanted to move away.

She didn’t twitch.

Her chin held a delicate stubbornness that tempted him far more than he’d ever admit. Would she still taste like strawberries?

He lowered his head, giving her plenty of time to stop him. His lips met hers, and heat slid through his veins. The rightness of the connection clicked somewhere deep inside him.

Then she sighed, and his head spun.

He pressed harder, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth.

Fire, need, and strawberries became the center of his world. The leash he constantly kept on himself snapped. He stepped into her, his body caging her, his erection brushing against her warmth.

He tangled his hand in her silky hair, tethering her, taking all he could.

She sighed and kissed him back, a soft sound of surrender emerging with her breath.

Fisting her hair, he angled her so he could go deeper, invading her mouth. Possessive and fierce, he wanted all of her.

A car alarm went off blocks away, dragging him back to the present.

The woman might kiss like the devil, but she was a lady, and he wasn’t going to take her the first time on a street corner. So he broke the kiss and slowly released her.

Her perfect blond hair was mussed and her lips swollen from his. Rosiness covered her cheeks, and desire burned bright in her eyes.

He bit back a groan at the need to bury himself in her. Even so, he couldn’t help running his knuckles across the breasts pushed high by the underclothing. The softness almost dropped him to his knees.

She breathed in, her entire body shuddering, a vulnerable look of surprise flashing across her face. “Caleb.”

His body rioted with the need to finish what they’d started. But his brain kicked into gear. One kiss, and reality had slapped him upside the head. He’d never be able to walk away this time, and the last thing he wanted was a mate—even one who couldn’t wear his mark because of the virus. Lily was a sweet, kind, gentle woman who deserved protection. Right now, he was needed on the front lines, peace talks or not.

So he stepped back and zipped the jacket up and over those amazing breasts. “You ever ride a motorcycle, sweetheart?”

Her mouth formed a perfect O as she glanced behind him to the Ducati quietly waiting on the other side of the street. “A motorcycle?”

Chapter Three

Lily smoothed her face into calm lines as the helicopter set down in the mountains of Idaho. Five other Black Hawks followed suit, and soon the deserted area was crawling with vampire soldiers. Make that vampire, shifter, and witch soldiers.

She bit back a yawn. After Caleb had driven her home on the bike the previous night, and after the amazing kiss that had all but shocked her with an impossible level of passion, she had gone to bed . . . to toss and turn, and not from her usual nightmares. The ones she was beginning to fear.

The kiss had revved her up beyond belief, and even now, she could still taste him. Spice and male. But sleeping with him would be dangerous to her heart, and she had enough concerns.

Caleb was a soldier who moved around. He didn’t want to settle down and would certainly leave after the peace talks.

Falling for him would just leave her alone and sad.

She moved to open the helicopter door, and the pilot, Jase Kayrs, turned around to flash a grin. “Stay put, Prophet. We’re not secure yet.”

“Don’t be bossy,” she said calmly to her friend, one of the many soldiers she counseled for PTSD.

He rolled his copper-colored eyes, making him seem not quite as dangerous as usual. “I’d like to be included in the peace-party talks, Lily. Can you arrange that?”

Probably not a good idea, considering Jase had been kidnapped and tortured by demons for years. The scar on his handsome face showed the suffering he’d endured, although now he was happily mated and seemed to have found peace. Lily smiled. “Your brother put Caleb in charge of deciding who will attend.”

While the prophets would lead the talks, the king had a say in the proceedings.

Jase eyed her. “My brother listens to you.”

“Maybe.” Lily scooted closer to the door just as it opened.

Caleb grasped her hips and set her on the ground, his warm palms leaving heated imprints on her skin. The scents of pine trees and male surrounded her. “Wear this.” He plopped a hard hat on her head.

She frowned and squinted up at him as one of her dangling earrings caught. “You’re not wearing one.”

“My head is harder than yours.” He held out his hand. “Earrings.”

Frowning, she handed them over, surprised when he drew a box from his back pocket. “For you.”

She blinked. Her heart leaped to her throat. She flipped open the lid to reveal stunning solitaire diamonds. “I don’t understand.”

He shrugged. “I saw them, and they reminded me of you. Beautiful, elegant, and simple. Please wear them.”

She blinked and inserted the diamonds as if in a dream. Heat rose into her face. Was Caleb trying to court her? “Thank you, Caleb.”

He nodded. “I meant to attend the surprise party for your birthday last month but got caught in a fight in Iceland.”

Oh. So they were a birthday present. Even so, he’d spent time choosing them—just for her. “It was no big deal, just a little get-together. But as a prophet, you should spend more time counseling and mediating situations than fighting, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely not. I’m meant to fight, not to compromise.”

“Then why are you here? These are going to be peace talks.” Couldn’t he at least hope for peace? She fingered the solid stone in her ear.

“I’m here to protect the king and Janie in what is sure to be a battle.”

“Not little old me?” she asked with what felt like a flirty smile.

“I’ve told the king that you are too much of a security risk, considering the Kurjans have been after you for years.” His jaw seemed to harden.

“I’m attending the talks—we need to find peace.” The man wasn’t going to keep her from doing her job.

He shook his head. “There will be no peace.”

Sorrow filled Lily for the briefest of moments. How could he live every day and not even think there was a chance for peace?

His gaze swept her from head to toe. “You couldn’t wear jeans even to head into the bowels of the earth?”

She glanced down at her deep green skirt and matching blouse. “This is fine for mine shafts.” They might be heading into the earth, but she was on duty and at work. “You could look more like a prophet.” Though the man looked beyond good.

His faded jeans covered muscled thighs, and the worn T-shirt spread across his broad chest hugged impressive strength. “I’m a soldier, not a prophet.”

Actually, he was both. Lily nodded toward the gaping opening in the rock, set into looming mountains so tall snow had already dusted the peaks. Farther down the hillside, where she stood, fall had turned the leaves brilliant colors of red, gold, and orange. The month of change was a perfect time for peace talks. “I take it we’re at the north entrance?”

“Yes.” Caleb pressed a hand to her lower back in a touch that was both reassuring and possessive. “The Realm will have all control of the northern entrance, while the Kurjans control the south, the demons the east, and the witches the west.”

Lily nodded and stepped lightly over a pile of rocks, glad she’d worn her boots. “How far down are we going?”

“The mine was deserted years ago, and after our alterations, reaches about five thousand feet down, made possible by a blend of string theory and quantum physics—magic, in other words. It’s an impossible depth, and we’re combining some dangerous science to pull it off. Are you claustrophobic?”

“No.” But Jase Kayrs was, and this was another reason he couldn’t be allowed to face off with the demons during the peace talks. “Have we agreed upon the number of people present during the talks?” Lily asked.

“Yes. Besides the three prophets and Janie Kayrs, each species gets a dignitary and bodyguard at the table. Or rather, across the fire.” Caleb escorted her into the darkness and snapped a switch to show lights strung along the ceiling. “We have a mine lift here, and there are stairs to the side in case we need that way for an escape, though it’d take an awfully long time to make it out that way.”

Lily swallowed and stepped onto the lift to take a seat and strap herself in. Freshly cut wooden boards surrounded her on three sides and smelled like Christmas. They must’ve used pine trees. “I take it we’ll have soldiers stationed along the way?”

“They’re in place now and will remain so until after the peace talks next week.” Caleb sat and secured his harness in the sturdy seat.

“I feel like I’m about to go on an amusement ride,” Lily said, butterflies in her stomach.

“This is faster.” Caleb reached for a lever.

“Hold it,” a male voice called out before the king leaped onto the lift, a grape energy drink in his hand. He took a seat on Lily’s left and buckled in. “I want to go down with you.”

Lily smiled at the king as her stomach clenched. “Good morning, Dage.”

The king lifted a dark eyebrow over a narrowed silver eye. “Prophet. I’m pleased to see you’re fine after your bar fight last night.”

“That’s kind of you.” Lily kept her voice solicitous and fought the urge to roll her eyes. A lady didn’t roll her eyes.

“Do we need to discuss the danger involved?” Dage asked.

“No.” Lily clasped her hands together, fully aware that even the king put her on a pedestal. The only person who saw her as a woman and not a prophet was currently glaring multicolored eyes at her. “Stop glaring, Caleb.”

He grunted and hit a button that enclosed the lift.

“Who is attending the talks from the Realm?” she asked.

Dage rubbed his chin as an engine roared to life in the background. “Jase really wants to attend.”

“No,” Caleb said, reaching over to double-check Lily’s restraints.

Dage eyed his friend over Lily’s head, and Lily’s foot began to tap. “I’d like to talk about it,” Dage said.

Caleb lifted a massive shoulder. “I understand you’d like to talk, but Jase isn’t attending the peace talks. He’s still rightfully angry at the demons, and they him, so no Jase. If you really want peace, we need to be smart. You and Talen should attend the peace talks from the Realm.”

Lily pursed her lips. “Why Talen and not Conn?” Both men were brothers to the king and deadly soldiers. Either would be an excellent choice, and she wondered how Caleb had chosen between them.

“Janie needs to be there,” Caleb said quietly as the engine sound increased in volume.

“No.” The king’s jaw set in a hard line.

“Yes.” Caleb turned to more fully face Dage over Lily’s head. “The Kurjans and demons have both demanded her presence, and you know it. We’ll keep her safe, but she’s instrumental to the talks.”

Lily nodded. “The war began because everyone was fighting over getting to Janie, and it makes sense that she be present.” Plus, the unknown force that always guided Lily all but screamed that Janie needed to be there.

Caleb cleared his throat. “If Janie’s there, then her father needs to be present. He won’t take no for an answer, I assume.”

“I agree,” Lily said. Talen was Janie’s adopted father, and he’d raised her from the time she was a toddler. No way would he take a shooter’s position outside the talks while she was vulnerable inside. “So Talen it is.”

The scent of rock and earth tickled Lily’s senses, almost competing with the strong scent of male surrounding her. Most immortal species would be uncomfortable sitting between the powerful energies cascading off the two dangerous soldiers. Lily took a deep breath, thankful she’d been a human. If she’d been a witch, she’d be twitchy by now.

Dage nodded and gave a quick head nod. “Talen is a good choice. Are we almost ready to go?”

“Yes,” Caleb said. “Hold on.” A second later, he pushed a lever.

The world dropped out from under Lily. She cried out, her hair swishing up, her body slamming against the restraints. It was an amusement ride! Finally, when she thought she might actually vomit, they began to slow until finally stopping.

They bounced several times, and Lily grabbed the armrests to settle herself. The engine sound disappeared.

Relief lifted Dage’s upper lip as he released his restraints and stood. “They smoothed out the ride nicely.”

It had been rougher than that? Goodness. Lily unbuckled herself and stood, her knees shaking.

Dage nodded. “I want to check out the other entrances and lifts.”

“No,” Caleb said as he stretched his neck. “The other entrances are off-limits, as you know, King.”

The king turned, silver eyes glinting. “You know, Caleb, I don’t think anybody in the universe has told me ‘no’ twice in the span of a couple of heartbeats.”

Caleb grinned. “I do like to be one of the few.”

The door finally slid open.

Lily eyed the underground cavern, her mind reeling. “They don’t call you the Realm Rebel for nothing, do they?” She turned and surveyed the soldier. Yeah. He even looked like a rebel. Something warm unfurled in her abdomen. Something new.

The king stepped off the lift first. “Most rebels die young and horribly, don’t they?” He strode into the cavern, gaze sweeping the area.

Lily stifled a grin and patted down her skirt, stepping carefully onto the smooth stone floor. The obvious affection between the two men was heartwarming to see. Even the deadly needed connection.

She took a deep breath and surveyed the room chiseled so far into the earth. Four entrances, each the same distance from the others, opened onto a room about twenty-five feet wide and long, with an eight-foot rock ceiling. Five rock tables had been formed with seats behind each. A fire, even now crackling, burned in the center of the room, the smoke curling naturally up into a small opening in the rock.

Lily frowned. “How is that possible?”

“Quantum physics—and that’s all the magic that will work this far down in the ground,” Caleb said from behind her.

Lily nodded. “I read the last report you sent out.” Frankly, the room was darn impressive. The quartz rock prevented even the most powerful of immortals from using powers; thus nobody would have an advantage underground. Even the witches and the king were stymied.

“I don’t like that weapons won’t work down here,” Dage said grimly, opening his can of grape drink.

“I know.” Caleb smoothed his hands over the nearest dark table, his voice echoing off the rocks. “But that protects us, as well. The atmospheric pressure we had to create in order to keep from being cooked so close to the earth’s core also prevents the laser guns from firing. Any guns, actually.”

“You trust the Kurjans not to create something new?” Lily asked.

“No,” Caleb said flatly. “But they don’t have time, I think. Plus, each entrance is being fitted with a state-of-the-art detector that instantly freezes the person who tries to bring in a weapon.”

“A metal detector?” Dage asked.

“No. Weapon detector.” Lily turned around to face the king, having read the schematics. “Everything from plastic to metal to silver . . . these things detect it all.” The Realm’s scientists had been working around the clock. “After the peace talks, we’re hoping to leak the designs to the humans to use in their airports.” At least, that was her plan. The queen, a former human, agreed, as well.

Caleb rolled his shoulders, focusing on the king. “You, Janie, and Talen will be here. Two shifters to your left, two prophets to your right, the witches next to them, then two Kurjans, and finally two demons.”

Lily stiffened. “What do you mean, two prophets? Isn’t Guiles coming?”

“Yes. Prophet Guiles will be here,” Caleb said slowly, focusing those odd multicolored eyes on her.

How dare Caleb? He hated being a prophet so much, he wasn’t going to take part in the most important peace talks of their time? Disappointment tasted like ashes. Lily frowned. “I can’t believe you aren’t going to be there.”

“I am going to attend.” Caleb drew in a deep breath, waiting patiently.

Lily gasped. They’d already addressed this. She needed to attend, as well. Just who did he think he was?

Dage grinned. “I’m going to check out the other entrances—from a distance. I promise I won’t step inside.” Taking a deep swig of his drink, he sauntered toward the closest entrance.

A very rare temper tickled the base of Lily’s neck, so she donned her most polite smile. “Prophet Caleb, while I appreciate your desire to keep me safe and away from danger, all three of the prophets are required at the peace talks.”

The grin he flashed warned of an explosion, even so deep into the earth, with rumblings all around them. “Three points here, Prophet Lily. One, you know it pisses me off when you give me that crappy smile. Two, you know it really pisses me off when you call me Prophet. And three, you are not going to be here.”

She reached deep for patience. Even worse, an odd hurt filled her. Though Caleb drove her crazy, he was one of the very few people she’d thought saw the real her. The one with strength and not the fragile lady from centuries ago. “Yes, I am. You’re explosive, Guiles is arrogant, and I’m the peacemaker. What do you think I’ve been doing as a prophet for the last three centuries?”

His broad hands settled on her shoulders, shooting instant heat through her body. “You’ve done an amazing job, especially counseling soldiers in so much pain. There’s no doubt you’re the leading expert in our world on PTSD with your constant schooling as well as personal experience. But this is war.”

“No. This is peace.” That pretty much summed up the differences between them. Caleb looked for the blade, while Lily looked for the sheath. “Why don’t you want me here?” A hurt she wanted to mask slipped out in her tone.

His gaze gentled and he blinked. “I can’t do my job and protect the king if you’re here.”

She frowned. “Why not?”

“Because when you’re in a room, you’re all I see.”

Flutters cascaded down her throat to her heart. The sweetness, the blunt honesty he’d no doubt wanted to hide, shone in his eyes for the briefest of moments. A real vulnerability, and one he had the courage to express.

“Caleb, I—”

“Stop arguing. Lily needs to be here.” Dage finished his stroll around the cavern and ended up back at their lift. “Just like Janie needs to be.” He smacked Caleb on the shoulder hard enough the sound echoed through the room. “Suck it up, and forget personal feelings.”

Caleb frowned and released Lily.

Lily shivered from the sudden coolness. How odd that it was cool. She glanced around the room again. “What if the quantum physics that created this crazy room fail?”

Caleb followed her gaze and shrugged. “We all fry.”

Chapter Four

Lily nodded at two guards flanking the doorway as she strode into the infirmary, her gaze catching on Jane Kayrs, who was patching up a soldier with a wound across his upper arm. “What happened?”

Janie finished with the bandage and gave the soldier a sweet smile. “You’ll be fine, Charlie.”

The young tiger shifter grinned back. “You should see the other guy.” He stood and grabbed his ripped shirt to tug over his battered chest, turning toward Lily. “Hi, Prophet Lily. We had a small skirmish with a band of Kurjans last night, and I thought a Band-Aid would suffice.”

Janie shook her head, fondness curving her lips. “You needed ten stitches. Thanks for coming in before your arm fell off.”

Charlie smiled and gave Janie a half-armed hug. “Thanks for the stitches.” With a respectful nod at Lily, he headed for the door.

Lily eyed Janie. Dark circles lined Janie’s eyes, and her pretty skin was porcelain pale. “How long have you been working in the infirmary?” Lily asked.

Janie shrugged and stood, stretching her neck. “All night. The fight was more than a skirmish. The Kurjans attacked an outpost of ours near Portland.”

“Your medical knowledge is impressive, considering you haven’t gone to school yet.”

Janie walked to the sink to wash her hands. “I’ve had battlefield training, I guess.”

Curiosity welled up in Lily. The young woman had been prophesied to change the world, but had anybody ever asked her what she wanted to do? What she wanted to be? “Are you interested in attending medical school?”

Janie turned around, wiping her hands on paper towels. “Not really.” She pursed her lips. “I’m interested in the medical field, and I like to help. But when the peace talks are over, and if I survive my twenty-fifth year, then I’d like to study psychology. To help people the way you do.”

Warmth slid through Lily along with alarm. “First, I’m flattered. Second, what do you mean about your twenty-fifth year?”

Janie blinked. “That year is the year it all happens. Whatever it is, I’ve always known the prophecy comes true while I’m twenty-five, which I am right now.”

“That’s frightening.” Lily’s heart sped up.

“I know.”

One concern at a time. Lily smoothed her face into calm lines. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Um, last night?” Janie smiled. “In fact, I’m starving. Let’s go find something to eat.” She tucked her arm through Lily’s. “Did Dage read you the riot act for our bar fight?”

“Not really. How about you?” Lily could eat.

“No.” Janie stifled a yawn.

“That shifter was cute,” Lily said as they maneuvered out of the infirmary into the warm sunshine brightening the main street of the vampire headquarters. Gorgeous maple trees lined the street with red leaves falling, the grass beneath already yellow as winter approached. “I’ve always found feline shifters impressive.”

Janie nodded. “I agree. Charlie was my first kiss, you know.”

“Really?” Lily smiled and glanced up at her friend’s face.

“Yes. My brother walked in, saw Charlie kissing me, and threw the poor guy over a pool table.” Janie laughed. “Charlie and I have been great friends since.”

Lily squinted against the fall sunlight. “Just friends, huh?”

“Yes.” Janie’s smile disappeared.

Now wasn’t the time to talk about Janie’s love life, or lack thereof. They both needed to survive the upcoming peace talks. Lily shook her head. “I find it so odd we need to survive peace, you know?”

Janie nodded as they strolled through the gated community, two guards following somewhat discreetly behind them. Finally, they reached a wood and stone house decorated with brilliant yellow mums lining the walkway to the door. Janie pushed open the front door, revealing a spectacular view of the ocean. “I haven’t been underground to the site yet. What did you think?”

Lily gasped at the stunning gray waves sparkling as far as she could see. “It was a bit intimidating, to be honest.”

“I agree. I’ve seen the room in visions since I was five years old. Maybe four.” Janie led her into a kitchen with shiny stainless-steel appliances. “I made lasagna last night. How do leftovers sound?”

“Fantastic.” Lily slid onto a stool behind a long counter. “Is this your place?”

“Yes. When Uncle Dage increased our land-to-air missiles, we figured we could all live aboveground in houses. If the war goes bad again, we’ll have to head back into the earth.” Janie took out a pan of lasagna. “Which is okay with me. I’ve lived in mountains for a good part of my life, and I’m comfortable there.”

Lily swallowed. There had to be a good way to bring up the subject, but she couldn’t find the right words. “Tell me about any visions you’ve had concerning the peace talks. What exactly do you see?” More importantly, could the visions really be trusted? Could the whispers in the night be telling the truth?

Janie slipped the glass pan into the microwave. “I see dark stone, tables, and a lot of figures. There’s a sense of expectation, of drama, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from.”

Lily stilled. “Do you see anybody in particular?”

“No. I can’t make out the people individually, but I see shadows moving.”

“Does anything go wrong? I mean, do you get a sense that this is a mistake?” Lily asked.

Janie leaned back against the counter, her blue eyes clouding. “No. I don’t get a sense of danger or of peace. Just shadows, and I know I’m there.”

Lily’s heart leaped. “You’re there? For sure?”

Janie shrugged. “I must be, or why would I be seeing the room?”

Good question. Lily forced a smile. “Why, indeed?”

A knock sounded on the door, and Janie eyed the microwave. “I’ll be right back.”

Lily nodded, her head spinning. Every instinct she had warned her to refrain from telling Janie about the dreams. The ones haunting her every night and keeping her from wanting to sleep. Why would her instincts warn her against Janie?

Everybody knew the young woman was the key to the future, yet nobody knew how or why. Janie was good and kind . . . so her contribution had to be necessary and good. Right?

Janie strolled back into the room with Prophet Guiles on her heels.

Lily stood for the obligatory kiss to both cheeks. “Guiles, how are you?” She’d known the man for years, and everyone called him by his last name. It might be his only name, as far as she knew.

Guiles held both of her hands in his warm ones, his brown eyes twinkling. “Ready for peace. You look lovely, as always, Lily.”

She laughed. “You’ve always been such a flatterer.”

The vampire had about a couple of centuries on her and had always worn his brown hair long while remaining ruthlessly clean shaven. The sharp angles of his face showed his Russian heritage, combining into a handsome configuration that inspired trust and confidence. He appeared to be in his early thirties, but his dark eyes showed the centuries he’d endured.

He released her and eyed the modern kitchen. “I do find it strange to be living in houses like humans.” Turning, he breathed deep at the view out of the nook window. “Though it’s beautiful outside the rock, isn’t it?”

“I agree.” Janie grabbed pot holders to tug out the lasagna.

Guiles laughed. “The king still has you surrounded, doesn’t he?”

Janie shook her head. “You mean the bodyguards at my front door? Yes. Right now, as the peace talks draw near, apparently I need guards around the clock.”

Amusement twinkled in Guiles’s eyes. “The bigger one frisked me.”

Janie sighed. “Sorry about that. Max gets a bit overprotective. Would you like to stay for lunch, Prophet Guiles?”

He smiled, flashing sharp incisors. “I just had lunch with the king, but thank you. I brought him a bottle of Dalmore 62, and we had a couple of glasses, so I really should go walk it off before I fall down in a nap.”

Lily breathed out. Guiles was usually rather, er, frugal, and the Highland Malt scotch went for about sixty-three grand a bottle. “How lovely of you.”

Guiles shrugged, red sliding up his face. “The king and his brothers saved my life, and I owe him. Everything.”

Lily nodded. Guiles had been kidnapped by their enemies, and the king and his brothers had rescued him, battered and beaten. While Guiles had always been neutral regarding the vampire rulers, he’d been devoted and loyal since his capture. “I’m thankful they found you in time.”

“Me, too.” He half bowed to Janie and glanced down at Lily. “If Prophet Lily would escort me to the door, I’ll take my leave of you gracious ladies today.”

Lily slid from the stool. “I’ll be right back, Jane.” She followed Guiles through the comfortably furnished home and out the front door and between two hulking vampire guards.

She slipped her hand through Guiles’s arm and escorted him away from the house so they could speak privately. The unseasonably warm fall sunshine instantly blinded her, and she turned toward her old friend.

He brushed a hand through his hair. “What did you think of the underground room?”

She shrugged. “I think Caleb has planned for everything he can, and the cavern will work. What do you think?”

Guiles lost his smile. “I don’t know. I’ve been having terrible dreams about the peace talks.”

Lily’s breath caught in her throat. His dreams couldn’t be as terrible as hers. “What kind of dreams?”

His gaze dropped. “Just bad ones, that this is a mistake. That maybe what we’ve always believed isn’t true. That maybe Prophet Milner was right.”

Lily stilled. “Milner was wrong.” The previous prophet had bellowed that Janie Kayrs and her mother would bring down the Realm, that whatever Janie’s destiny became, it had to be stopped. The same insidious theme had been winding through Lily’s dreams for too long.

“I know.” Guiles’s lips trembled with an almost smile. “I’m sure this is just stress. I’m worrying about the peace talks and our role in them. Sorry to have alarmed you.”

Lily patted his arm. “We’ve been friends for a long time and can talk about anything. If you have any more bad dreams, please call on me.”

His gaze leveled on her. “So you haven’t been having nightmares?”

“No.” Lily met his stare evenly as she lied with everything she had. “I have not.”

Relief relaxed his shoulders. “Good. Very good. Okay. I’ll see you at our prophets’ meeting tomorrow. Good day to you, Lily.”

She nodded and watched him walk down the sidewalk of an ordinary-appearing subdivision toward the main lodge. With a sigh and a deep breath, she turned to go back inside and face one of her friends. Janie Kayrs.

The woman the nightmares insisted Lily kill.

Chapter Five

Caleb sprawled across the massive bed, sweat rolling down his back. He was exhausted, but he knew better than to sleep, although very comfortable quarters had been provided for him. The Realm’s main lodge held an entire wing of guest suites, and his was masculine, with heavy furniture throughout the living area, kitchen, and bedroom.

He punched the pillow into a better shape. If he didn’t get some decent sleep, he wouldn’t be of use to anybody the next few days. Damn it. He really needed to get laid.

But every time he thought of finding a willing woman, his thoughts turned to a tiny blonde with a huge spirit who smelled like strawberries.

Even now, centuries after he’d courted her, he got hard every time he smelled a strawberry.

How fucked up was that?

Plus, there was no doubt the pretty prophet also occupied a suite somewhere in the massive lodge, somewhere close. Sleeping now . . . in what? What would the classy Lily wear? Probably a head-to-toe nightgown from the 1800s. He grinned at the thought.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on his breathing, counting slowly in a method he’d learned from a monk two centuries ago. Most people wouldn’t believe one of his best friends was a monk, and he was just fine with that. Sometimes a guy needed depth, and he certainly didn’t need to share that aspect of himself with anybody.

Even Lily.

Damn it. He forgot to count.

He started over, and finally slipped into a sleep that included dreams of battle, of war, and of ocean voyages.

During the voyage, one he’d actually taken eons ago, the ocean suddenly turned black. Churning, deadly, angry, the water rose up to cover his boat.

He dropped into freezing cold darkness, knowing even as he did so that this was a new dream. One he couldn’t shield against.

So he dropped low and chose not to question how he could breathe at the bottom of the cold ocean.

Blackness swirled around him, brushed against him, but he couldn’t see. The chill fingered through his skin and muscles to his bones, digging deep with sharp nails.

Pain and fear roared through him, scratching inside his flesh.

He tried to awaken, and a voice in the darkness laughed in a distorted tone. “This is your future,” the voice said. “If you don’t fulfill your destiny, this is everybody’s future. Everyone you know, everyone you love. Darkness and pain.”

He tried to punch out, tried to kick, but the swirling vortex contained him. So easily, as if he were nothing better than a gnat in the air.

Down there, he was nothing.

“There is nothing,” the voice intoned. “Do. Your. Duty.”

“Which is?” he tried to yell, but his voice emerged weak, like a toddler’s.

“Janet Isabella Kayrs must die. To save humanity, to save everyone, the prophesied one must die.”

The water grew in force and stole his breath. He coughed, trying to get oxygen. Panic filled him. His skin heated. He struggled like a trout on the bottom of a boat, his mouth working, a silent scream seeking air.

Gasping, he sat up in the bed.

God. Oh God. Gulping, he sucked in as much air as he could. He panted and shoved the bedcovers to the floor. The cool air dried the sweat rolling off his body, and he shivered.

Taking a deep breath, he stood. His knees wobbled.

Preposterous. He was one of the most dangerous vampires alive in the world, and he could barely stand. From a dream. A nightmare.

He drew a shaking hand across his wet forehead. This was ridiculous. Feeling unbelievably chilled, he headed into the shower and let the scalding water wash away the remnants of the dream.

What the hell was going on?

When the water turned cold, he turned off the faucet and stepped outside to dry off. The stupid prophecy mark on his neck was turning him mad. He glared at the dark blue Celtic knot marking him for Fate. His was bigger and had sharper lines than Lily’s more gentle marking. Tying a towel at his waist, he padded out of the bathroom toward the kitchen. Maybe the king had stocked some whiskey for him.

A soft knock at the door nearly stopped his heart.

He shook his head at his scattered thoughts and strode forward to answer the door.

Lily Sotheby stood on the other side, her blond hair wild around her shoulders, her midnight-colored eyes wide. “I require a clear head.”

Shock kept him immobile for the briefest of seconds. He glanced down at her tank top and black yoga pants and actually took a step back. The top outlined pert breasts, while the pants showed small but toned legs. Lily Sotheby was out of a skirt.

She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He bit down desire and gestured inside the living room. “Come in, Lily.”

She glanced at his bare chest and swallowed. Loudly. “Ah, I—”

He took her arm and all but pulled her into his suite. Even so, she moved gracefully past him and faltered. “I’m sorry to bother you. It’s merely—”

Good God from heaven above. Her ass was everything he’d ever hoped and more. Curvy, tight, she filled out the tight pants like she ran on treadmills all day. He tried to force his dick to remain calm. Mindful of her much smaller bones, he wrapped a hand around her bicep and turned her to face him. “It’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She shook her head, distress in every line of her body. “This is so silly. I’m silly. Please go back to, ah, the shower?” Her gaze dropped to his tenting towel, and a fine pink flushed across her smooth cheekbones.

“I had a bad dream and showered to clear my head.” He drew her toward the couch and settled her down. “If you’d like, I’ll go throw on some clothes.”

She breathed in sharply, lifted her chin, that intelligent gaze direct. “What kind of a bad dream?”

Shit. He ran a ragged hand through his wet hair. This was worse than he’d feared. “Don’t tell me. You’ve been having nightmares, as well?”

Her hands trembled as she clasped them in her lap. “Yes,” she whispered. “About Janie.”

“Fuck.” He dropped to the couch, the towel sliding to the floor.

“Caleb!” Lily’s gaze darted away as the pink turned to a full-on red across her face.

He coughed. “Uh, sorry. Be right back.” Standing, he turned and strode toward the bedroom to yank on a worn pair of jeans with a grimace. He was half-hard just from Lily’s scent, and the jeans were damn uncomfortable. Glancing down at his bare chest, he shrugged. The important parts were covered.

With a ton of stones dropping like weights onto his shoulders, his sense of foreboding dark, he headed into the living room to figure out what the hell was going on.

Lily’s breath heated, and her thighs trembled. Naked, Caleb was the most impressive man she’d ever seen. After being a counselor and even a part-time nurse the past centuries as a prophet, she’d seen nude men.

Not one compared to the Realm Rebel.

Good Lord.

Needing to put her hands on something, anything but the hard body that had just exited the room, she grabbed the damp towel from the floor and folded the thick terry cloth into precise lines. Her world was spinning out of control, and once again duty required more than she could imagine giving.

He stalked back into the room, having donned ripped jeans that weren’t fastened at the top. Broad and strong, his chest held impressive muscles, as did his arms. A happy trail, or so she believed it was now called, arrowed down his ripped abs, leading to what she now knew was a well-endowed cock.

Not penis. Not dick. That was a cock.

She cleared her throat and held out the folded towel, her hands trembling. “Thank you for getting dressed.” Could she sound any more formal? Sometimes she wished more than anything she could be free. Could be somebody other than a prophet.

“Of course.” He sighed wearily, took the towel, and tossed it on top of a wooden coffee table as he sat next to her on the sofa.

Lily opened her mouth to object since the wood shouldn’t get wet, but no sound came out. The coffee table was of little importance compared to what she was beginning to believe was happening. “I keep having dreams that I should kill Janie Kayrs.” There. She’d said it—finally confessed to somebody.

“Damn it.” Caleb stretched long legs out, his feet on the towel. “Me, too. Scary, over-the-top, bizarre dreams saying that the only way to save humanity is to kill Janie.”

Lily covered her eyes with her hands. She had always followed her duty. Always believed in the paths created by faith and destiny. “This can’t be happening.”

“Have you ever had visions like this before?” Caleb gently drew her hands from her face.

“Sometimes,” she whispered. His one hand completely enclosed hers in warmth and strength. “I’ve had visions throughout the centuries of people I need to seek out and help, or even conversations I need to attend to avoid war. I’ve always followed the visions.”

Caleb blinked. “Have you ever had a vision telling you to kill somebody?”

“No.” In fact, she’d never had one inciting violence. “This doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense.”

“This is the first time I’ve had vision-type dreams.” Caleb’s thumb rubbed circles across the pulse in her wrist.

The pulse increased.

She drew in air, trying to calm herself. Broad and dangerous, Caleb drew her in ways that were anything but proper. “I can’t help but think that dreams haunted Prophet Milner. We could’ve helped him instead of letting the king kill him.”

Caleb shrugged. “Dage didn’t have a choice. Milner was going to kill the queen, so Dage killed him. Making me a damn prophet, I might add. We need to concentrate on right here and right now. Why are we having these dreams, and what do they mean?”

“Well, if you believe in Fate, then Fate is giving us instructions.” Lily couldn’t believe any Fate would want Janie wiped from the earth. But life often took odd turns, and Lily was ever mindful of duty. Even if duty hurt and ultimately ended in her death. But the death of a friend? Was she strong enough to make that happen?

“I don’t believe in Fate.” Caleb rubbed his scruffy jaw with his free hand. “I’m more concerned about anybody else getting these nightmare instructions. I figured if it was just me, then this whole prophecy thing was getting to me. But if two of us are being haunted, then there may be more people.”

“I think Prophet Guiles is having nightmares, too, but I didn’t ask for details,” Lily said.

“We’ll need to talk to him.” Caleb nodded. “I’d like to say we should notify the king, but we can’t.”

Lily gulped. Would Caleb agree to kill Janie if the Fates demanded it? “Why not?” she whispered.

“Because he’ll demand we bow out of the peace talks—if he doesn’t have us both sent into exile somewhere. He’ll do anything to protect his niece.”

“I don’t blame him,” Lily said.

“Me, either. But we need to figure out what’s going on in order to stop it, and I’m needed at the peace talks. While you and the king have decided you should be there, I’d like to figure out a way for you to attend via teleconference.”

The man was trying to protect her, so she should stop thinking about punching him in the head. “I’m attending the talks. Get over the big-man-protecting-the-little-prophet attitude before I have you banned.” There. That was a decent threat.

He didn’t seem fazed, if the twinkle in his eye said anything. “We’ll talk about it later. For now, tell me about your dream. All of it.”

She sucked in air, grateful Caleb still held her hand. “I keep walking in a dark forest, then it gets darker, and then some weird voice tells me that Janet Isabella Kayrs must die, or we all die. The entire world will die. Then I try to wake up, and I can’t breathe.”

Caleb nodded. “Mine is underwater, but the same concept. In the past, when you’ve had visions, have they been similar?”

“No. They’ve been more intuition, or a realization I’ve had once in a dream. Never a dictate or an order.” Lily tried to keep her gaze off the light sprinkling of hair across his chest. So masculine, so vital.

Her husband had been centuries old and more interested in her mind than her body. He’d been a great friend, and she’d grieved his loss.

But she’d never felt on fire for a man. Until now.

Caleb nodded. “This is different and new for us both. Our first step is to pin down Prophet Guiles and make sure he’s not getting the same visions. Although you talked to him, I’d like to probe a bit deeper. Then we’ll decide our next move.”

“What if there isn’t a next move? I mean, what if the vision is true . . . that Janie will bring down the world?” Lily hated even saying the words, and something in her chest twisted.

His jaw tightened. “They’re not true. I don’t understand what’s going on, but we’ll fix it. I promise.”

That was what Lily had wanted when she’d knocked on Caleb’s door after the nightmare. A sense of purpose and a way to deal with the fear. The ball of dread in her stomach finally started to dissipate. They had a plan, and they’d figure out a way to save both Janie and the world. Lily allowed herself a moment to feel safe.

His thumb caught the earring on her earlobe. “I like seeing these on you.”

“I haven’t taken them off,” she whispered. She felt closer to him every time she saw the diamond earrings in the mirror. He’d chosen them. Just for her.

A clock ticked quietly on the mantle as the late hour pressed in. Intimacy slid through the room. They were both nearly unclothed, and propriety demanded she take her leave from Caleb’s quarters. Yet she remained on the sofa. Sometimes the loneliness of her position chilled her until she shivered. She was so tired of being alone.

The scent of soap and male swirled through the air along with power. Lily finally allowed Caleb’s warmth to relax her shoulders. “Do you like being called the Realm Rebel?” she asked softly.

His upper lip curved. “I don’t have an opinion either way, but to be honest, I’ve been called worse.”

She smiled. “I’m sure of that.”

He leaned toward her, his hold strengthening. “Do you regret your choices so long ago?”

Her gaze dropped to his full lips. “Regret us? I mean, marrying Sotheby?”

“Yes.”

She traced the hard line of Caleb’s jaw with her gaze. She and Caleb had only courted for a couple of weeks and shared one kiss before her father had betrothed her to Prophet Miles Sotheby. Caleb had been furious and had asked her to run away with him. She’d chosen duty. “I don’t have any regrets.”

“I see.” His voice roughened.

“But I have wondered. About you, about us, about what we could’ve had. Who we could’ve been.” She didn’t know how to lie, and he deserved the truth. Even if it made her vulnerable.

He reached out and cupped her cheek, running his long fingers through her hair. “I’ve wondered, too.”

“Do you understand why I chose duty?” She’d always wanted him to understand, to forgive her.

His multicolored gaze met hers. “I’ve always understood who you are, Lily Sotheby. Duty called you, and you stepped up. You were destined to be a prophet, and you’ve fulfilled your destiny admirably.”

What if destiny required her to kill a friend? Could she do that? She swallowed. “I’ve always hoped you would find happiness.”

“I’m a soldier—made for war. Happiness was a fleeting wish when I was young and foolish.”

She leaned into the heated strength of his palm. “What if we find peace?”

His grin held both amusement and regret. “Peace is always temporary, now, isn’t it?”

Unfortunately, based on her observation of life, that was a true statement. “What’s permanent, Caleb?”

His eyes flashed a metallic gray, and he drew her toward him. Tension crackled through the room. “This.”

Warm and firm, his lips covered hers. Burning hotter than possible, lava flowed through her veins, through her flesh. His touch singed her with need and hunger.

She moaned and pressed against him, her free hand spreading across the hard muscles in his chest. They vibrated beneath her palm, sending matching vibrations straight to her sex.

The hand in her hair tangled, tightened, angling her head to the side. His tongue swept inside her mouth, tasting of mint and male. All Caleb.

Timidly, she brushed her tongue against his.

His chest drew in a deep breath, rising against her hand. With a low growl, he went deeper, sending her senses reeling. His body met hers, trapping her hand, as he leaned her against the armrest of the sofa.

Her head spun, while liquid need spread through her. Want and need combusted into a hunger that caught her unaware. Unprepared.

All she could do was feel.

Her head hit the armrest, and he yanked her hips under him, covering her, groin to groin.

Fire unfurled in her abdomen, and her sex clenched.

Hard. He was so hard. Neither her pants nor his jeans were a barrier to his heated shaft. He pulsed against her, so full, so ready. Every movement sent electricity through her, making her crave him with a desperation she’d never felt.

He tore his mouth from hers, placing heated kisses along her jawline to her ear, where he bit down.

She gasped, her eyes widening.

Pausing, he levered himself above her, his eyes now bright with metallic colors. Brighter than normal. “I can’t treat you like some breakable doll, Lily. If you want me to stop, tell me now.”

Hope and need flushed through her. “Please don’t treat me like I’m breakable.” The plea came from deeper than the moment, deeper than her consciousness. For once in her life, she needed to be real. To be a woman. A woman with Caleb.

A dark flush highlighted his dangerous cheekbones. Then a smile full of sin curved his lips. “I promise.” Twin fangs dropped low, and quick as a whip, he sank them into her neck.

She cried out, her body arching, an unbelievable need reducing her to a craving too dark to withstand. Yanking her hand free, she reached around him to caress his flanks. So strong, so male, so muscled. Even for a vampire, the rebel’s hardness was extraordinary.

The fleeting thought occurred to her that by biting her, he could mate her. If they were joined, and if she wasn’t suffering from the devastating virus. As things stood, there’d be no mating, and that was a good thing. Talk about complications.

Even so, as he drank, such need cascaded from him that her breath deserted her. He rolled his hips against her cleft, and she bit her lip to keep from begging. The devastating ache between her legs overwhelmed her.

Slowly, with a hum of appreciation, he retracted his fangs and licked the wound closed. “You really do taste like strawberries.” Wonder and a deep hunger roughened his voice.

For the first time, she wished she could be a vampire. Could taste him. So she settled for the next best thing and licked her way up the corded muscles in his neck. Man and salt . . . all Caleb. She’d had dreams of him, of licking him, of tasting him. The reality was better than any dream.

He kissed her again, going deep, spiraling her body into overdrive. Finally, he released her. Quickly standing with the grace of any shifter, he leaned down and lifted her.

The world spun and then settled in incredibly strong arms.

His lips wandered over her forehead. “Please stay, Lily.”

She gulped in air, mentally listing the reasons she should return to her suite. Not only was this a bad idea, but the timing stank. She’d always been proper, always been a lady. Ladies didn’t do this kind of thing. But the urgent cloud of doubt and despair that had been swirling around her had finally abated. For the briefest of moments, she felt peace. For once, destiny quieted and allowed her to be a real, flesh-and-blood woman. In Caleb’s arms.

As he awaited her acquiescence, his eyes remained bright, swirling with secondary colors, the color a vampire’s eyes turned when he was furious or aroused, and only one answer came to Lily’s mind.

“I’ll stay,” she whispered.

Chapter Six

At the simple words, a rush of energy burst through Caleb with more force than an angry storm. Lily Sotheby, the woman he’d wanted for centuries, had just said yes. The untouchable just became touchable.

He strode toward the bedroom before she could change her mind. Oh, if she did, he’d let her go. But he’d probably combust at that point.

At least he wouldn’t have to be a prophet any longer if he exploded. His lips twitched.

Intrigue filled her eyes as a slight smile curved her lips. “What’s amusing you?”

He glanced down, his chest hitching at her open smile. “The last time I felt this desperate for a woman, I was young—barely an adult.”

She hummed and ran a soft hand across his chest. “Lucky woman.”

He started, his heart beating hard enough she had to be able to feel it. “It was you, Lil. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted badly enough to burn.”

Her eyes widened and then softened. “The things you say.”

“Always the truth. For you.” He brushed a kiss across her forehead, trying to be gentle.

“I know,” she murmured, leaning into him. “I’m, ah . . .”

He frowned, gently laying her on the bed. “Second thoughts?” God, please don’t let her want to leave. Not now. Not when they were finally so close.

“ No.”

At the one word, an unnoticed constriction around his chest released. “Then what?”

Her gaze wandered down his torso and seemed to hitch at his jeans. “It’s been a while, Caleb. And frankly, I mean, I never . . .” The blush blooming across her delicate features moved down her neck. “But I want to,” she said in a rush of energy as if trying to reassure him.

How was it possible that a woman who’d seen war, who’d counseled so many victims, could be so damn sweetly innocent? He took a deep breath. “You’re not a virgin, Lily. It’s okay.”

“I know. But my marriage was short, and while Sotheby was a good man, he wasn’t”—her hand swept along Caleb’s body—“you.”

Yeah, he had a bit of an ego, because that warmed him throughout. He almost felt like it was his first time. “I won’t hurt you.”

“But you could.” She sat up, her blond hair swishing around. “And I don’t mean physically.” Her head tilting down, those delicate hands reaching for the zipper of his jeans. “You’re in my heart, rebel. Always have been.” Slowly, she released his zipper. “We could hurt each other, and you know it.”

The second she released his cock, it became too late to consider consequences. “I know.” He tilted up her chin to meet her gaze. “All hell is about to break loose with the peace talks, and I want this night. I want you.”

Her pink tongue flicked out to lick her bottom lip, and he groaned. “Why do hell and peace go together?” she asked softly.

The philosophical question was beyond him. Slowly, so as not to spook her, he reached down and slid her shirt over her head, his thumbs gliding along her smooth skin. Heat spiraled down his spine, stealing his breath.

Small and firm, her breasts were created for his palms. Planting his hand between the tempting mounds, he pushed. She fell onto her back with a small chuckle that hitched when he yanked off her yoga pants.

Her gaze flew to his.

With a smile he tried to gentle, he ripped his jeans off. From the wariness crossing her high cheekbones, he missed his mark with gentle. “Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not.” She blinked twice. “You just look like you want to consume me.”

“I plan to.” He wanted to joke, but his voice emerged guttural and full of truth. He fully intended to taste every inch of her.

She murmured low, and sparks lit her eyes. “Prove it.”

Ah. There she was. The real woman behind the proper prophet. He’d give his life to see the real Lily Sotheby. To have her. So he slid up her body, pressing his skin against hers.

Electricity sparked his nerve endings, careening straight for his balls. His groan mixed with her sigh.

She reached around him, skimming her hands down his back. “I love how strong you are, Caleb.”

It was like she wanted to take his heart forever. He silenced her with his mouth covering hers, careful to keep his weight balanced on his elbows. The need to plant himself inside her roared through him, and he settled for the moment with sweeping inside her mouth.

Strawberries.

She returned his kiss, her tongue playing with his, her sharp little nails digging into his back. Her legs widened, and the warmth of her cleft slid along his cock. Fire roared between his ears.

He reared back, trying not to pant.

“I’m ready, Caleb,” she said softly, her thighs pressing on his hips.

“No, you’re not.” Heat. Liquid heat was spilling from her, and he shoved back the primal beast inside him who wanted to take.

She frowned, her expression disgruntled. “Yes, I am. Do you want me to beg?”

The image of Lily begging nearly made him come right then. “Not this time, but someday, you will.” Yeah. He loved the fire that shot into her eyes at that statement. But her body wasn’t ready for his, and he wished he could go back and punch Sotheby in the face for not teaching her about foreplay. But then again . . . it’d be Caleb’s pleasure.

So he ducked his head and sucked a pink nipple into his mouth.

She gasped and arched against him.

Grinning around her diamond-hard point, he flicked his tongue against her. Her surprise made him enjoy the moment even more. The idea of the things he could show her flared through him.

“Ahhh,” she moaned, her nails piercing deeper into his flesh. More wetness spilled from her and coated his balls.

He played with her breasts, his mouth working her nipples, giving each one equal attention until she writhed beneath him, incoherent murmurs emerging on her sighs. Then he kissed a path down her stomach, impressed by the small but tight muscles shifting beneath his lips. Lily worked out.

Then he reached his goal.

She released him to dig her fingers through his hair, and he groaned at the contact. Then she tried to tug his head back up. “Caleb, no—”

Oh yeah. He licked her slit, tasting strawberries and woman.

Her entire body stilled. “Ah, I think, um—”

Amusement warred with the hunger ripping through him, and he raised his head, making sure his heated breath warmed her clit when he spoke. “What do you think?”

Her eyes crossed, and he bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. How could sex be fun and hard-edged at the same time? “Stop talking.” He went back to playing before she could protest, paying close attention to the way her body moved and her breath hitched.

The beast inside him shoved harder against the chains. He wanted to savor her, to enjoy her sexual awakening. But the beast was about to take control. Enough playing.

He slid a finger inside her. Damn. Hot, wet, and tight. Too tight. He slipped another finger inside, crisscrossing them, brushing her G-spot. Then, with a growl, he sucked her entire clit into his mouth.

She cried out, arching against him, waves rippling through her abdomen. The orgasm shook her entire body, her internal walls gripping his fingers and then finally softening.

There. Now she was ready. With one last soft kiss to her sex, he wandered up her body, pressing against her entrance.

Wide eyes met his.

He blinked. “What?”

She swallowed. “Nothing.” Yet she appeared both flushed and bewildered.

He nipped her jaw. “You’ve had an orgasm before.” Right?

“Yes. But not quite so powerful,” she breathed out.

He levered himself up and grinned. “Then hold on, baby.” Using every ounce of control he owned, he pressed inside her inch by inch, giving her body time to accommodate his size.

Even so, he couldn’t keep himself from shoving the last couple of inches in hard.

She stilled and slowly exhaled. “You’re so big.”

Male ego swelled within him, and he laughed. “Stop being fun.”

She tilted her head on the pillow to study him. “Why not?”

Because fun and sweet would rip out his heart and keep it forever. This was a quick release, a way to burn off tension and deal with a curiosity he’d had for centuries. He had to explain that to her, even while his body bellowed with the need to pound. “I can’t love you and be who I need to be,” he said softly, his heart giving her the truth even while his brain yelled for him to shut up.

Her sweet smile shocked the hell out of him. “You’re not expendable, Caleb. No matter how badly you think you’re the final shield.”

Only Lily Sotheby would see that far into his soul. He had no answer for her, so he wrapped a hand around her hip, and slid out and then back in.

Her mouth opened in a silent O.

Yeah. Keeping her gaze, not allowing her to look away, he did it again, slowly increasing the strength of his thrusts. Desire burned bright across her face, a female demand in every breath she exhaled.

Lava slid through his veins, burning down his spine. His balls pulled tight. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he thrust harder, the fire burning him from within.

Reaching between them, he plucked her clit.

She cried out, the orgasm taking her, those glorious eyes shutting. She rippled around his cock, holding with such force he was almost shoved out of her heavenly body. So he thrust harder to stay inside, the one place made only for him.

Without any thought, his fangs dropped low, and he sank them into her neck. Strawberries exploded on his tongue, and he pressed inside her, staying deep, as the orgasm ripped through him, stronger than any force found in nature.

Energy rippled through him and into her. She took everything he had and then some, leaving him panting and shocked. Even so, as his fangs retracted, he licked her wound to seal her skin.

He lifted his head to meet her bemused gaze.

His knees were actually weak, and his heart pounded. He’d had no idea. A fierceness he’d never expected rose in him—a primal demand to protect and keep her safe. Forever.

She smiled, her soothing hands sliding along his shoulders. “That was wonderful. Stop worrying. I’m not asking anything of you.” Her tone remained breathless and reassuring.

Oh, she so did not get it. He finally allowed his baser nature to rise and shine bright in his gaze. “Then start asking, Lily. After this, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go. Ever.”

Chapter Seven

Lily finished her yoga pose in her peaceful suite, finally giving up on breathing evenly. The night with Caleb had been more than a physical awakening; it had been an emotional beginning. A realization that she was more than a prophet, more than duty-bound. She was alive. Yet peace through yoga wouldn’t come, so she focused on the moment. The fire crackled in the spacious living room, while the tumultuous Pacific churned gray and dangerous outside.

Surely Caleb had been caught up in the moment when making his statement the previous night. Except . . . the statement had been all vampire. Possessive and positive.

Her heart wanted to hear the declaration, while her mind knew better. The visions that came with her prophet marking had never lied, nor had they ever sugarcoated reality. She’d omitted part of her nightmares from Caleb the previous night, and he could never know the truth.

At least not until she figured out a way to outmaneuver a fate that declared either Janie or Lily would die. Lily had thought she would simply sacrifice herself for her friend, but destiny was never that simple, now was it?

The Realm Rebel was a man who loved once and completely. If Lily allowed their tryst to go any further, he’d declare the love they both had felt for centuries. Her death would kill him, and she couldn’t allow that. She also couldn’t let him shield her from the king’s wrath if she did the impossible.

If she’d been whole and uninfected by the virus the previous night, when Caleb had bitten her, he would’ve mated her. But the virus had prevented that.

Sorrow wound through her, deeper than her skin, and she allowed herself to accept it.

Suddenly, she found herself in the darkened forest.

Wait a minute. She was awake.

“Awake, asleep . . . Fate can find you anywhere.” The ageless voice came to her in a high pitch more frightening than a deep growl. “Now is not the time to turn from your destiny, Prophet.”

Lily glanced down at her bare feet on the rough trail. Dirt squished between her toes and marred her pedicure. The darkness even found her toes. Swallowing, she glanced around at the jumble of silent trees on either side. They stood so closely together, she couldn’t differentiate one from the next. “Fate can’t want Janie to die.”

“Janet Isabella Kayrs was marked long before birth to destroy the vampire race. Why do you think all of the species with prophecies have warned of her coming?” the voice hissed.

Fear tasted like dirt, while anger heated Lily’s ears. She whirled on the trail to face more darkness. “Enough of this, coward. If you’re Fate, show yourself.” Lifting her chin, she took a stand she’d never imagined against the forces she’d blindly followed for centuries.

The air shimmered, and a woman materialized in front of Lily. Long ebony hair, silver eyes, a light from within.

Fear exploded in Lily’s stomach. Even so, she lifted her chin. “From the creepy voice, I was expecting a man. An old one.”

The woman shimmered and smiled. “You know it always comes down to us women, right?”

Now that was a true statement. “Are you Fate?” Could Fate actually have a face? A body? More importantly, if Fate were making these unreasonable demands, could Fate be killed?

The woman lifted an eyebrow. “You can’t kill Fate.”

“Are you positive about that?” Lily forced a smile and kept her thoughts clear. If the creature in front of her could read minds, Lily could shield.

“Yes. I’m fate, destiny, and the future . . . and I can’t be killed.” The woman gestured to the right, and a path glimmered through the trees. “Let me show you a future.”

Lily turned and saw Janie surrounded by headstones in a cemetery high on a cliff. “What in the world?” As if she could hear, Janie turned, and Lily gasped.

Bright and blue, the mark of the prophecy glowed from Janie’s neck.

Lily swallowed. Well, Janie becoming a prophet made a type of sense, even though she was human and wouldn’t live long unless she mated an immortal. But the only way Janie could become a prophet would be if—

“If one of the current prophets dies,” Fate said, her high-pitched voice at odds with her stunning features. “If you die.”

Lily took a deep breath and looked closer. It was Lily’s marking on Janie’s neck. “So be it.”

Fate chuckled. “Read the headstones.”

Wonderful. So the demanding Fate wanted Lily to see her name on a piece of granite? Like that would frighten her. “Fine.” Lily peered closer, her stomach clenching. Cara Kayrs. Emma Kayrs. Dage Kayrs. Talen Kayrs. One by one, the names of her friends and loved ones came into focus. Caleb Donovan. At the sight of his name, at the very thought of the powerful vampire being taken down, a sharp pain pierced Lily’s breast. “I don’t understand.”

Fate nodded. “I know. Forces beyond us have controlled Janie Kayrs since birth, and she’ll bring down the Realm. It’s the destiny she’ll fulfill if she lives. If you die.”

Lily shook her head. “I don’t believe you.”

Fate shrugged a creamy shoulder, and the forest to the left was bathed in white light. “Your only other choice.”

Lily didn’t want to look, but she turned anyway to see herself holding a blond toddler with multicolored eyes. A little boy—Caleb’s child. Her arms ached with the need to reach for him. “Wh-what is this?”

“Your child. There’s a plague coming, one foreseen by many, and only this child will be able to combat it. We’ll still lose many, but without his brilliance, we’ll lose all. If he isn’t born, those you love will die.”

None of this made any sense. “Why?” Lily whispered. “Why do either Janie or I have to die? I don’t understand. Why can’t we both live?” Love for the little boy burst through Lily. She wanted him with everything she was. Caleb’s little boy.

Fate grabbed Lily’s arm, her nails sinking deep. “Janie needs to be a prophet to meet her destiny and destroy the vampire and witch nations. She must kill you to do so—that’s your marking she’s wearing.”

“Why are you showing me this?” Lily whispered.

“I know you’ll sacrifice yourself for Janie. But will you sacrifice him?” Fate pointed at the adorable little boy.

Pain nearly doubled Lily over. “He’ll save the planet?”

“Yes. Your son will be gifted beyond measure with a brilliant scientific mind and will save thousands upon thousands. If he’s born.”

The forest went dark again, and the babe disappeared.

“No,” Lily cried, trying to run down the hidden path to reach the boy. Her boy. A branch slapped her in the chest and stopped her. She turned just in time to see Janie look her way, blue eyes empty and cold.

Then the trees faded.

Lily shook herself into reality, still sitting on the floor in front of the fire. She glanced down at the nail marks in her arm.

Fate had drawn blood.

Slowly, with the grace Lily had honed over the years, she stood, her knees shaking but holding her. Fate had given her two choices, and both involved death.

Lily glanced out the windows toward the fathomless ocean. She’d married out of duty, and on the day she’d been widowed, she’d been claimed by Fate. As a prophet who worked for the Realm, she’d sacrificed for destiny. For years, alone, she’d served Fate without fail.

Sometimes the line in the sand involved a yoga mat and tennis shoes. Maybe Fate could hear Lily, maybe not. Either way, it was time to draw that line, so Lily spoke slowly and clearly. “You’ve underestimated me, bitch.”

Chapter Eight

Caleb tried to settle his large boots under the conference table without knocking into the middle support. They’d drawn the blinds in the small conference room, and the darkness was making him twitchy. He was a soldier, not a businessperson. “I hate teleconferencing.”

Seated to Caleb’s right, Dage rolled his eyes and finished punching in a code on a keyboard, an ever-present grape energy drink at his elbow. “Will you please stop your whining?”

“I’m not whining.” Caleb hunched his shoulders.

“Are, too.” Dage finished messing with the keyboard and glanced up at a blank screen taking up the entire north wall. “Want to talk about it?”

“About what?” When the hell was this meeting going to start?

“Lily.”

The mere mention of her name swept heat through Caleb’s body. “No,” he growled. While the king could certainly smell her on Caleb, he didn’t need to mention the fact. “Mind your own business.”

“You’re my oldest friend. You are my business.” Dage popped open the top on his drink.

Caleb nodded at the truth. It was nice to have friends, but he wasn’t a sharing type of guy. “Thanks, but I’m good.”

Dage shrugged. “Okay. How did the training go earlier with the shifter brothers?”

Caleb sighed. Somehow Dage had found an isolated group of three wolf brothers who’d pretty much raised themselves after having lost their parents. “They’re a motley crew. Why in the hell did you send them to me for training?”

“I usually send angry misfits to you,” Dage said calmly.

Caleb’s head snapped up as the truth of the statement punched him in the gut. “That’s true. Are you pissed at me?”

Dage’s right eyebrow rose. “No. You’re just good with misfits. With counseling and training.”

Caleb’s mouth went dry. “I don’t counsel.”

“Sure, you do. Not in an office, but in bars, around campfires, and across training fields. You help the angry and the forgotten. Always have.” Dage turned back toward the keyboard.

A rare panic sped up Caleb’s heart. “You’re making me sound like a prophet.”

Dage sighed. “You dislike the ceremony of the prophecy and the superficial assumptions everyone makes about prophets because of their roles. But you’ve always counseled, and you’ve always helped soldiers, even before the marking appeared on your neck.”

Caleb blinked. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, when the door silently opened.

His mouth went dry.

Prophet Guiles held the door open for Lily. She swept inside, wearing her usual uniform of an old-fashioned dress, her hair braided down her back. An energy vibrated around her, one that took a second for Caleb to pin down.

Fury and determination.

The prophet was pissed.

Caleb cocked his head to the side, curiosity burning through him. Was she angry with him?

She smiled, somehow appearing regal. “King. Caleb.” All grace, she took the seat next to Caleb. Prophet Guiles sat next to her.

Caleb leaned into her space, the scent of strawberries nearly dropping him to his knees. He knew how she tasted, and he wanted more. “Are you all right?”

She slowly turned her head, one eyebrow arched. “Of course. You?”

Yeah, pissed. But he couldn’t tell at whom or why.

The king angled around Caleb, his eyes narrowed. “Prophet Sotheby, you seem . . . focused.”

“I am, King.” The words held both menace and promise.

Fascination shot through Caleb to settle hard in his groin. The woman had layers he wanted to unpeel and savor. This layer, this mood . . . was new.

The screen crackled, and the leader of the Kurjan nation came into focus. Franco was about four hundred years old, his eyes a Kurjan purple and his hair a deep red with black tips. White-faced and allergic to the sun, he appeared more ghoul than powerful leader. “King Kayrs,” he said, his gaze sliding instantly toward Lily.

Caleb leaned forward, his arm flexing with the need to draw Lily close. “We’d like to renegotiate the location of the peace talks.” It was a long shot, but he’d insisted on the chance. Having Lily in the same cavern with the monstrous Kurjan leader made Caleb want to puke. Or kill. Yeah. Kill.

Franco nodded, pursing blood red lips. “I’m happy to conduct more of a one-on-one negotiation. Anytime.”

Fury roared at the base of Caleb’s neck, but Lily spoke before he could respond. “With today’s technology, there’s no reason we have to meet in person for negotiations,” she said, clasping her hands on the sturdy table.

Franco flashed sharp canines. “We must sign the contract in blood.”

“Then use Fed-Ex after you sign,” Prophet Guiles said dryly.

Franco sighed and focused on Dage. “You can’t have our blood, and you know it.”

Caleb couldn’t disagree. Blood held power, and with the scientific advantages the Kurjans had reached in the last decades, he particularly didn’t want them to have the blood of any vampire, especially the king. “We don’t need to sign in blood,” he said slowly.

Dage nodded. “How about we sign in ink?”

“No.” Franco leaned back in what appeared to be a leather chair. “Contracts require blood to bind, and then we burn them. The ways of our forefathers must be followed.”

Caleb kept his face stoic. He’d known the Kurjans wouldn’t agree to ink, and neither would the demons. But he’d given it a shot as one last chance to keep both Lily and Janie far away from their enemies. Now he had to convince Lily to skip the negotiations. He couldn’t protect the king if he was worried about Lily. “Fine.”

Franco cleared his throat. “We also demand more than two representatives at the talks.”

“No.” Dage’s jaw hardened. “Each species has two representatives—a dignitary and a bodyguard.”

Franco slammed a hand down on his desk. “Not counting the chosen one, you have two soldiers, and three prophets. That’s five.”

Lily leaned forward. “The prophets represent all species on earth and will serve as mediators. We do not belong solely to the Realm.”

Franco’s eyes swirled from purple to a dark red. “So you belong to me also, do you?” His voice lowered to guttural, and a high flush spread across his pasty cheekbones.

Caleb growled low, startled when Lily’s foot connected with his shin. Had the lady just kicked him?

“We will attend the talks to broker peace,” Lily said, her voice clear and sure.

“At what cost?” Franco asked softly, his gaze tracing her face.

Caleb lowered his chin. The Kurjan had better stop flirting with his woman. “As per tradition enacted after the Kurjans killed a prophet, the prophets are protected by all races.” He put every ounce of threat he could into his tone, and purposely didn’t use Miles Sotheby’s name. The Kurjan who had killed Miles was long dead, and Caleb didn’t want to upset Lily any more than was necessary.

Franco swung his gaze toward Caleb. “I had wondered if the marking would tame you, Prophet Donovan. Never had I thought to see you hiding behind tradition.”

Caleb slid on an easy smile. If the fucking Kurjan thought he could get under Caleb’s skin, he was in for disappointment. “Why don’t you and I meet up before the negotiations and explore that thought?”

Lily reached over and placed a soft hand over his. “We’re discussing peace talks, gentlemen.”

Crimson rippled beneath the Kurjan’s skin, and his eyes flared as they focused on Lily’s hand. “I do hope you’re not trolling for another prophet as a mate, Lily,” Franco said, flashing yellow canines.

Caleb frowned. Just how deep did the Kurjan’s little crush go, anyway? “She has the damn virus you bastards created and can’t mate anybody. You know that.”

Franco clucked his tongue. “If she gets the cure, then she’ll be able to mate again.”

Dage leaned forward, his entire body taut. “Do you have a cure?”

Franco chuckled. “Do you think we unleashed a virus on the world without a cure for our own mates?”

Caleb rubbed his chin, his gut swirling. Every ounce of evidence they’d found proved the Kurjans hadn’t created a cure and didn’t give a shit about their mates. “You’re bluffing.”

“Am I?” Franco brushed lint off his black uniform. “Prophet Sotheby? What would you give for the antidote that would cure all vampire mates as well as all witches?”

Lily lifted her chin. “While we should save such talk for the negotiations, what would the Kurjan nation request in exchange for the cure?”

Franco leaned forward. “The nation requests nothing.”

Caleb’s shoulders hardened to rock. “Excuse me?”

Lily tightened her grip on his hand. “What do you want, Franco?”

“You.”

Another kick under the table kept Caleb from lashing out. He turned incredulous eyes on the petite blonde who’d dared to kick him. Twice.

She smirked at the Kurjan leader. “Don’t tell me you created an entire virus to catch little ol’ me, Franco. I don’t believe you.”

Franco lifted a shoulder. “Freeing you from your mating mark turned out to be a nice side effect of the true purpose of the virus, I have to admit. Again, what are you willing to sacrifice for a cure? A real one?”

Then, the most dignified, ladylike, soft-spoken woman in the world pushed back from the table, planted both hands, and leaned toward the camera. “Not a damn thing. You’re a liar and a fraud, and there’s no cure for the virus. When you want to truly negotiate, you know where to find us.” She glanced at the king. “Disconnect.”

Franco growled through the speakers.

Dage blinked.

“Now,” Lily said with a snap.

The most powerful vampire in existence then punched a button, and the screen went black.

Lily stepped back and executed a half curtsy. “Gentlemen.” With her head lifted, she skirted the table and quietly exited the room.

Silence beat around the space for several moments. Finally, wide-eyed, Dage turned toward Caleb. “What the hell did you do?”

Caleb shook his head, trying to get his bearings. “Nothing. Why?”

“Because no way in hell was that the Prophet Lily Sotheby I have known for three centuries,” Dage growled, anger vibrating along his arms.

Against all rational thought, Caleb smiled. Then he chuckled. Finally, he threw back his head and laughed, hard and deep. Joy, intrigue, and satisfaction sang through his veins. Glancing at Dage’s incredulous expression, he laughed harder.

Now that was the Lily Sotheby he’d always suspected shimmered beneath the polite prophet. The moment hit him as right, just as his brain finally caught up with his heart. He loved the stunning prophet. “You’re wrong, King. You just met the real woman.” With a whistle, Caleb stood and headed toward the door. “My woman.”

Chapter Nine

Lily stood closer to the wide window, grateful to be inside the heated lodge and out of the wind swaying the trees. She stood in a gathering room with a pool table to her right and a bar to her left. Her gaze focused on the training field to the north of the main lodge. An impressive display of knife fighting combined with martial arts blurred the movements of the fighters.

“She’s incredible,” said a deep voice from behind Lily.

Lily jumped and then took a deep breath. “I didn’t hear you approach, Caleb.” Warmth from the man brushed her arm and sped up her heart.

“You were engrossed,” he said, his gaze outside as Janie took down a shifter twice her size, sharp knife pressed to the jugular. “When did Janie Kayrs become such a deadly fighter?”

Lily rubbed chilled arms. “She’s been training since preschool.”

Caleb clasped his hands behind his back, a massive man, a soldier at ease. “You’ve been training for centuries. Are you that good?” Only curiosity was evident in his deep tone.

“No.” Lily took a deep breath, wondering at Janie’s incredible speed and agility. “I couldn’t beat her.” The words rang with an ominous tone she felt inside her breast.

Caleb glanced down. “You don’t need to beat her. You’re on the same side.”

An image of the toddler with Caleb’s eyes flashed through Lily’s head. “I know.”

“The nightmares are wrong, Lil. Definitely wrong.”

Was there a hint of doubt in his confident expression? Lily studied him, trying to find truth. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” He reached out and traced her jawline with his thumb.

Should she tell him about the last dream? The one with the little boy? They’d only slept together once, and for now, there was no cure for the virus infecting Lily’s blood. She couldn’t mate, thus she couldn’t have a child. “If the dreams aren’t true, then what’s happening?”

“I don’t know.” Caleb flattened his hand on Lily’s collarbone, sliding down to cover her heart. “But listen from here. We’ll figure the rest of it out.”

Heat spiraled from his hand, peaking her nipples, zinging through her body to land between her legs.

A discreet cough sounded from the door, and Lily stepped back to turn. “Prophet Guiles. What have you learned?”

Guiles glanced from Lily to Caleb and back again. Then he blinked twice. “Ah, well, let’s see.” He looked around the room, settled his shoulders, and then focused on them. “My sources say there might be a Kurjan cure for the virus.”

Lily exhaled. “So it might be true?”

“Bullshit,” Caleb muttered.

Guiles lifted an eyebrow. “Yes, it might be true. You need to expect an offer from Franco if there is a cure, Prophet Sotheby.”

She nodded. “I know.”

Caleb whirled on her. “Know what?”

She shrugged, and her pretty cheeks pinkened.

Guiles leaned against the doorjamb. “Franco’s, ah, affection for Lily is well known. If he has a cure, one of his many demands will most certainly be her.”

Without seeming to move, Caleb exuded tension. “Excuse me?”

Now was not the time for the man to turn into a possessive vampire. “We don’t have time for caveman tactics, Caleb. Right now, we need to strategize,” Lily said softly.

The look he gave her defied description. “Caveman tactics?”

All right. Maybe she could’ve chosen her words better. “Yes—” She ended on a squawk as the world spun and her ribs hit his hard shoulder. Even as he slung her over that shoulder, contained gentleness dictated his every move with her. “Hey—”

“Shut up,” he said, turning and striding across the room.

Guiles coughed. “I must remind you that you’re carting a prophet of the Realm across the room like a sack of potatoes.”

“If she’s planning to trade herself to a Kurjan, then she’s no smarter than a sack of potatoes,” Caleb said grimly, brushing past Guiles and through the door.

“I most certainly was not planning to trade myself,” she muttered against the rebel’s impossibly broad back.

He halted. “You weren’t?”

“Of course not.” She tried not to look, but he really did have a nicely tight behind. Strong and muscled. Plus, where else was she to look, anyway? Air swished, and she found herself facing Caleb in the hallway, holding his wrists to regain her balance.

“What was your plan?” He frowned.

She brushed hair back from her face. If she were any other woman, she’d punch him in the nose for the barbaric treatment. But she was a prophet. So, with a sniff, she turned on her heel. “You’ve lost the right to figure it out with me by such ridiculous behavior.”

As an exit line, it was perfectly delivered. Unfortunately, instead of appreciating her professional rejoinder, Caleb hauled her into his arms before she could take another step. “Damn it, Caleb.”

He grinned, pressing her close against his hard chest, his hold gentle to keep from bruising. “Is that any way for a prophet to talk?”

At the sarcasm and the overdone gentleness, something snapped in Lily. Ducking her shoulder against his armpit, she punched him in the nose.

His head jerked back, his eyes wide. Blood welled by his nostril. Lily gasped, horror filling her abdomen.

Caleb narrowed his eyes . . . and smiled. “There’s my girl.”

“No.” Shame tightened her throat. “I’m not a woman who hits. I do apologize and ask you to put me down.” It felt too wonderful to be in the rebel’s arms, and she needed to get a grasp on herself. Duty called.

“No.” He continued to stride through the lodge until he kicked open the door to his quarters.

Her mouth opened and then shut. She shook her head. Nobody said “no” to her. “I believe my request was clear.”

“Fine.” With a mere twitching of his shoulders, Caleb tossed her across the room to land on the sofa.

She bounced several times, her arms flailing to find security. Her gasp echoed while she settled her skirts appropriately into place. “I am a prophet.” At the words, the clear, reasonable words, fury burned hot enough to scald her tongue. She shot to her feet. “Nobody throws me across the room. Ever.” She employed guards who would kill him in a second—even if he was a prophet.

“I just did.” Caleb leaned against the door, muscled arms crossed. “What are you going to do about it?” His right eyebrow rose, and those myriad of colors in his odd eyes brightened.

She wanted to knock him on his butt. But even after years of training, she’d be self-delusional to think she could take him in a fight. “Last night I had a visionary dream about a little boy with your eyes and my nose. Our child, Caleb.” Might as well go for the emotional punch since she couldn’t throw a physical one.

He blinked. “Excuse me.”

“Your ears are functional, are they not?” She mirrored his stance, crossing her arms. “Fate told me that if I wanted that child, I had to kill Janie.” If there was one thing she’d learned as a counselor, it was to share burdens and fears. The idea of losing that little boy before he really appeared sliced through her heart. What would it do to Caleb? Maybe he could help her figure out the truth.

He rubbed his chin, gaze dropping to her abdomen.

She huffed out a breath. “I’m not pregnant now, you dolt. We’re not mated yet.”

“I know.” His voice softened, the tone licking along her skin. “You said ‘yet.’ ”

“That wasn’t my intention.” Deflated, Lily settled back on the sofa, her ankles crossed.

“A babe? Our babe?” Caleb’s eyes lightened in wonder. “Tell me more about him.”

She swallowed. “He looked like you and supposedly ends some plague. I guess he turns out brilliant. But when I saw him, he was a toddler.” A beautiful boy with multicolored eyes. God, she wanted him. Tears choked her throat.

“I can’t wait to see him.” Caleb’s smile held gentle promise.

If he came into being. Lily fought against emotion and searched for logic. “Whatever is causing these dreams, these directives to kill, it’s becoming more persistent. Or it’s tapping in to the future, which is often true with visions.”

“Or both.” Caleb straightened, gaze intense. “Why manipulate you with a child?”

Lily swallowed. “One of my deepest regrets is being unable to have a child, since I was widowed so quickly.” Until the virus came along, once a person was mated, it stuck. There could be no other matings, and thus, she could never conceive. She wanted a child more than anything in the world, and the thought of having Caleb’s son filled her with a yearning that almost frightened her.

“Your mating aspect is gone now. If we cure the virus, you could mate again,” Caleb said.

“I know.” She tried to veil her expression, but her heart began to hammer against her ribs. She wanted a baby to love and cherish so much, the idea that it might someday be possible hurt with hope.

Caleb’s gaze dropped to her chest.

Darn vampire hearing.

“I promise he’ll be born. You have my word,” Caleb said. “Want to practice now?”

Heat splashed into Lily’s face. “No.” Not true. Not even remotely true. She glanced at her wristwatch and stood. “If you’ll excuse me, I have another meeting.”

The smile curving Caleb’s face was less than kind. “I have a meeting with the king, or I’d pursue this line of questioning. Enjoy your reprieve now, Prophet. I’ll talk to you later.” He slid to the side.

Lily breathed in, trying to control her heartbeat. If Caleb had had any idea whom she was about to contact, he’d truly get his knickers in a twist. Or boxers. Frankly, she knew firsthand the rebel went commando. Her cheeks heated even more.

He opened the door, grasping her arm in a gentle grip to turn her toward him. “We’re going to figure all of this out. I promise.” Ducking his head, he swept his lips over hers. Gentle and scalding.

Her breath caught. She returned his kiss and fought a moan of protest when he stopped. They were lovers, and she owed him the truth. “The Kurjan leader is more likely to speak with me than with you, Caleb. I think we should use that.”

“No.” Caleb’s jaw noticeably hardened.

“Yes. I’m stronger than you think.” Why couldn’t he see the real woman?

A vein bulged in his neck. “You’re strong but also delicate and naïve. Jesus, Lily. You’re practically innocent. Evil doesn’t belong anywhere near you.”

“Innocent? Not after the other night.” The man was blind. “You don’t own me, and if I see an opening with Franco, I’m taking it.”

Fire lanced through Caleb’s eyes, sharpening the colors. “Don’t I?”

The breathy tone licked right down her spine. “Um, no.”

“Let’s see about that.” He yanked her against him.

Her nipples hardened, and she couldn’t help moving just enough to rub them against his hard chest. Fire lashed down from her breasts to her clit. How could he make her want so badly?

His husky laugh washed over her as he nipped her earlobe, tracing the shell with his heated tongue. “I think I’ll leave you with something to remember me by today.” He slipped a hand underneath her blouse, caressing up to circle and tease her engorged areola. “Tell me you understand your role with the Kurjans, and I’ll let you come. Fight me, and you’ll be in need all day.”

He punctuated the last word with a pinch to her nipple that almost sent her over the edge. She gasped, her hands grabbing his forearms, her knees weakening.

Need.

God, she needed this. “Please—”

“Not good enough.” He rubbed her against his erection, unerringly hitting her clit each time. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” she gasped, desperate to fall over.

He pressed against her and pinched her nipple again. “Now, Lily.”

Agonizing pleasure ripped through her as she exploded, her knees going weak, her mind blanking. She cried out, head back, riding the waves.

He held her upright, waiting until she sighed in relief. Then he removed his hand and straightened her blouse. “I’m glad we’re clear here.”

She leaned back and studied his face. Hard lines cut handsome grooves, while experience and loss filled his eyes. For once, she spoke without measuring her words. “You have the eyes of a soldier and the heart of a warrior, Caleb Donovan.”

He tilted his head to the side, running a hand down her arm. “Why is your tone sad?”

Because even though she believed in Fate, she was fully aware of reality. “That doesn’t leave much, does it?”

His dangerous eyes somehow softened, even in hue. “That leaves everything. Want my soul, Lily? It’s yours.”

Chapter Ten

Caleb stalked through the weapons detector and fought the urge to plow the damn thing over when it dinged again.

Dage exhaled heavily while leaning against the wall of the small training room they’d turned into an exact duplicate of the underground peace-talk facility. “The good news is that if we can’t create a weapon able to fool the detector, the other species won’t be able to make one, either,” the king said thoughtfully.

“We hope,” Caleb said grimly, drawing the poly-plastic knife from his boot. “Is this the best we can come up with?”

“Yes.” Dage sauntered forward to sit on a stone table. “We’ve tried all manner of knives, guns, and even electrical weapons. The machine takes a scan of the body walking through it, so nothing can be hidden anyway. I could even see a scar on your liver.”

Caleb stretched his neck with a loud pop. “A werewolf caught me in Iceland during the turf wars. I was damaged enough I couldn’t repair it completely.” Damn, that had hurt. Livers mattered.

The door opened, and Janie Kayrs walked inside. “You wanted to see me, Uncle Dage?”

“Yes.” Dage glanced at the woman’s training outfit. “Walk through the detector, would you?”

“Sure.” Janie had pulled her hair up in a ponytail, and blond highlights showed brightly through the sable length. She eyed the detector and then stepped through. An instant clanging went up, and the color scanner on the side showed a knife at her hip, a gun in her boot, and another blade tucked into the small of her back. Shoulder damage showed above her right clavicle, as well.

Caleb frowned. “What happened to your shoulder?”

Janie peered around the machine to see her body scan. “Werewolf attack when I was sixteen.”

“Does it still hurt?” Caleb asked.

The young woman flashed him a rueful smile. “Only when it’s about to rain.”

Being human must truly bite sometimes. Caleb eyed the gun at her waist, noting it was loaded and the safety was on. “I have to ask. Do you think you’re supposed to save humanity or destroy it?” Yeah. He was searching for some logic to the damn dreams.

The smile slid from her stunning face to leave a thoughtful soberness. “I’m supposed to change the world, and I don’t know how.” She reached for the knife at her waist to twirl the blade in a way Caleb had seen her uncles do for centuries.

“So Fate controls you?” Caleb asked, ignoring Dage’s pointed look.

“No.” Janie shook her head, curiosity glowing in her gaze. “But the choices we make often have unforeseen consequences. I may make a decision without realizing how it’ll affect the world. I mean, if the prophecies are true. Who really knows?”

Now that was a burden to carry, wasn’t it? Caleb nodded. “Do you prefer being called Janet now that you’re grown, or is it still Janie?”

Her shoulders relaxed and she chuckled. “I answer to either name, as well as Kayrs, Belle, or Isabella. My brother calls me ‘frog face.’ ”

“Frog face it is,” Caleb said. Whatever fate wanted him to kill this woman was going to be bitterly disappointed. Even if Janie did hold the fate of the world in her hands, he trusted she’d make the right decision at the right time. Dage’s pointed stare was beginning to grate on Caleb’s nerves. “What?” he asked the king.

“Why the questions?” Dage asked, a subtle menace blending with interest in his expression.

“Just making chitchat.” Caleb needed to attend the peace talks to protect everyone he cared about, and Dage might have the power to have him banned. Maybe. So he couldn’t discuss the visions with the king. Yet.

“Right.” The king gestured toward the northern table. “At the talks, you’ll sit there, Janie.”

Janie nodded and walked over to drop into the middle chair. “Here?”

“Yes.” Caleb jerked his head for the king to follow suit, and Dage stalked over to sit next to Janie. “Your father will stand behind the two of you, and the prophets will sit at the table to your left.”

Janie looked toward the table. “I’m assuming you’ll sit the closest?”

“Yes. I’d like to keep Lily from attending, but if she does, Lily will sit to my left, and Guiles will flank her on the other side.” Caleb eyed the remainder of the room. A need to protect Lily physically and emotionally was keeping him on high alert. “The remaining tables are for the other species, and we’ll go over those in detail at a later date. For now, memorize where you sit.”

Dage leaned his elbows on the heavy table. “Our entrance and exit will be directly behind you, so if anything goes wrong, you head that way immediately.”

“What could go wrong?” Janie glanced around the room. “We’ll be so far underground that not even the witches will have power.” She spread her palms along the rough table. “Caleb? As a prophet, aren’t you supposed to be neutral and not planning with our side?”

“I’m not a prophet. I’m a soldier aligned with the Realm.” How many times did he have to explain himself? Although Dage had made sense with the argument that Caleb already counseled soldiers, he wasn’t ready to admit he belonged as a prophet.

Janie nodded. “All right. Rebel.”

He rolled his eyes. “You mentioned powers. Have you had any visions regarding the peace talks?”

“Just blurry ones that involve fire and people, but I can’t see who is there or what happens. I just know that the talks occur, and I’m there.” Janie glanced at her uncle. “I get a sense of you close by, but I don’t even see you.”

Caleb ignored the warning tickle at the base of his neck. “This could be a trap for us.”

Dage rubbed his chin. “I know, but we have to take the chance in order to find peace.” He sighed. “Plus, we need to participate because refusing would make us look weak and vulnerable. We can’t afford that right now, and you know it.”

Janie twirled the knife again. “Lily said the Kurjans have insinuated they have a cure for Virus-27. Do you think it’s true?” Her gaze remained on the swirling blade as it caught the light.

“No,” Caleb said flatly.

“Me, either,” Janie murmured. “But Lily is speaking with Franco again, so maybe she’ll get a better insight.”

Caleb’s head jerked up. “She’s doing what?”

The knife dropped to the table, and Janie’s eyes widened. “I, ah, I mean—”

Fire spread through Caleb’s veins with the power of fury as he pivoted for the door. “If you two would excuse me, I have business.”

“Prophet business?” Dage asked dryly from behind him.

“Bite me,” Caleb muttered as he stalked into the hallway after the woman who was driving him crazy. They’d had an understanding, damn it. He’d all but given her his soul, and she had turned right around to purposefully call the enemy?

Oh, hell no.

Lily finished reading the newest literature on PTSD and shut down her computer. After several attempts to reach the Kurjan leader through a secure line, she’d given up and gone to work. A knock on the door had her turning. “Come in.”

Prophet Guiles stepped inside, worry on his angled features. “Do you have a moment?”

“Yes.” Lily gestured toward one of two floral chairs near the fireplace in her Oregon office in the main lodge of the compound. The king had ordered it decorated specially for her visits, and the feminine hues were always soothing. She counseled many a wounded soldier or frustrated mate in the peaceful office. “I wanted to discuss a matter with you, as well.”

Guiles tugged up perfectly creased black pants and sat, overwhelming the feminine fabric. Through the years, he’d always dressed well, and today was no exception. His red and gray tie contrasted with the steel color of his silk shirt perfectly. “I’ve been having visions.”

“I know. Bad ones?” Lily smoothed down her lilac skirt, her mind whirling.

“Yes. Visions about the peace talks and the importance of obeying Fate.” Guiles ran a hand through his dark hair, leaving it oddly ruffled. “As if we’ve ever disobeyed Fate.”

Fate had her own agenda, one Lily was beginning to question. Lily straightened her posture. “Can I get you some tea?”

“No, thank you. Have you had visions?”

“Yes.” Tears pricked the back of her eyes, and she battled them back. “I actually met Fate. Or a figure claiming to resemble Fate. She was beautiful.”

Guiles leaned forward, his gaze intense. “You actually met Fate? That’s incredible. What does she want us to do? Did she say?”

Guilt heated a path down Lily’s throat, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell the full truth. “No. Has she given you direct orders?”

Guiles shook his head. “No. A voice in the darkness just tells me to obey Fate, and more importantly, to make sure you fulfill your destiny. If either of us fails, then the Realm falls. We can’t let the Realm fall. The Kayrs family must be protected, as you know.”

“I agree about the Kayrs family. What do you mean by my destiny?” Lily picked at a thread on a throw pillow. “What destiny?”

A sharp line drew between Guiles’s eyebrows. “I was hoping you’d have a clue as to your destiny and what needs to happen before the peace talks.”

“I don’t.” She trusted Guiles, and she needed to protect him from the full truth. “My visions are blurry, without any clear direction.” If her disobedience of Fate’s dictates resulted in punishment, she’d take it alone.

The door swept open, and a furious vampire filled the doorway.

“Caleb?” Lily asked, sliding to her feet. One thing about a vampire, one never needed to ask if they were in a temper. Fury blazed in his eyes, while his jaw appeared made of rock.

“Did you contact Franco on your own to make some sort of deal?” Caleb ground out.

Guiles stood and maneuvered around Caleb. “Um, I can see I’m not needed for this. I’ll speak with the two of you later.”

Gee, thanks for the rescue, Guiles. “Of course,” Lily said, clasping her hands together. “Please let me know if you get any more details from your nightmares, and I’ll do the same.”

With a wary glance at Caleb, Guiles sidled out the door.

Caleb closed the heavy oak with his foot, his concentration remaining on Lily.

“I did not speak with Franco,” she said, wondering at the tension vibrating through the room. Just how angry was the Realm Rebel?

“Did you attempt to contact him?”

“Yes.” She liked this side of Caleb if the thrill rushing through her veins provided any indication. Sexy and dangerous, the vampire would intrigue any woman. But to one who’d tasted him, who knew he’d held back during their one full night together? Yes. As a woman, Lily wanted more. “I was doing my job.”

“Your job?” The low words were all the more lethal for their softness.

She slid the polite smile she knew he hated across her lips. “Yes. One-on-one, with Franco, I thought we could talk like normal people. You and Dage added too much testosterone to the conversation.” While her words were meant to needle a little bit, they were also the absolute truth.

“I see. What if Franco does have a cure for the virus?”

Lily shook her head. “He doesn’t. The vampires and witches have enough spies in the Kurjan organization to know that the extent of the virus’s spread shocked the Kurjans. They had no idea what they were creating, and they don’t have a cure.”

“What if they did?” Caleb’s relaxed stance failed to mask the predator ready to pounce at any second.

“If they really had a cure?” Lily lifted a shoulder. “Then I’d assume we’d agree to just about anything to acquire it.”

“Would you trade yourself?” His gaze pinned her as effectively as any laser beam.

She frowned. “Hypothetically? If I had the opportunity to save all vampire mates and witches, would I trade myself to a Kurjan?” She pursed her lips, her thoughts swirling, her stomach clenching. “Of course.” Then she narrowed her gaze. “Wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t think I’m Franco’s type.” Caleb pushed off from the door.

Lily chuckled. “Good point.”

“There’s no way I would allow you to trade yourself.” Long strides propelled him into her space. “Are we clear?”

She lifted her chin to better meet his gaze. “We live in modern times, and I hold more power than you realize. The days of anybody dictating my actions are long gone, whether or not I’ve taken a lover.” Okay. That last part might have sounded a little old-fashioned.

His eyelids dropped to half-mast. “I’m just a lover?”

What else could he be? She couldn’t mate anybody, and he was, at heart, a soldier always on the move. “Yes.”

“I see.” He brushed long hair away from her shoulder and skimmed her neck with a calloused thumb. “You still carry my bite.”

Electricity zipped from his light touch to shoot straight for her sex. Butterflies winged through her abdomen. “The bite will fade.”

“Maybe I should bite harder.”

A shudder wound down her spine. Her breath heated in her lungs. “You held back the other night.”

His shoulders straightened. “Of course. You hadn’t had sex in three centuries, if what you did then even counted as sex. You’re delicate and a lady.”

Hurt and frustration coated her throat. The rest of the Realm could consider her fragile and ladylike. Not Caleb. “I’m not interested in being treated as if I were made of glass. Finally, now that the damn mating mark is gone, I’m free to do as I please. If I want to create an alliance with the Kurjan leader, I will. If I want to find a new profession, I’ll head to school. And if I want to take a lover who doesn’t treat me like some lady from the Dark Ages, then I damn well will. Maybe I’ll take several.”

“Several?” His upper lip curled.

Fury roared down her spine, and she stepped toward him. “Yes, several. Do you think I’m not attractive enough to entice more than one man?”

“I think you’re damn gorgeous.” The words held bite and a sharp warning.

One she chose to ignore. “Good. Then I’ll go find a couple of men who are unaware of my past and willing to school me in the more modern aspects of lovemaking.” Good Lord, what was she saying? Her mouth wouldn’t stop.

Anger and amusement comingled in a rather daunting combination in his deadly eyes. “You want a lesson, baby? Be careful, because you’re about to get one.”

That threat should not dampen her panties and soften her sex. What was wrong with her? “Thanks for the one night, Caleb, but I think we’re done. Please leave my office.” She needed to head to her quarters for a cold shower. Ice cold.

Instead, with a smooth, deliberate move, he slid his hand around the back of her neck—and clamped. Hard. Lust glittered in his eyes, and for once, he didn’t shield it. “It’s not called lovemaking, Lil.”

She blinked and tried to swallow, heat spiraling through her chest. She couldn’t breathe. For more than three hundred years, he’d hidden that look from her. “Wh-what?”

His hand clenched, his wrist twisted, and he angled her head to the side. Tethering her. His head lowered until his lips hovered an inch above hers. “It’s called fucking. Want to be fucked, Prophet?”

“Um—” Her mind blanked. Sure, she’d wanted to push him a little bit. To gain control as he lost some of his. But she hadn’t considered the consequences of truly unleashing Caleb Donovan.

His other hand manacled her hip, dragging her against him. His erection pressed along her belly, pulsing in demand. Her skin ignited inch by inch, coming alive, her temperature soaring. No other man on earth could make her feel such fire, and she’d known it from the first time he’d kissed her, so long ago.

She sighed, leaning in to his heat. “Let’s go to your quarters.”

He leaned back just enough to allow her gaze to focus on his. “How civilized. The answer is no. We fuck here, Lily.”

Chapter Eleven

Several precarious seconds ticked down as his words finally made sense in her brain. “Here?” In her office, where anybody could come by? As a counselor, she had an open-door policy, and so long as she wasn’t in session, anybody could knock.

“Yes, here.” He tugged on her skirt, sending the flowing silk down her legs to the floor. His talented fingers slipped inside her panties, brushing her clit.

Her mind whirled even as need roared through her blood. “We need to put the ‘in session’ sign on the door,” she gasped, tilting into his hand.

“No.” Holding her in place, he slid a finger inside her, smiling at her sharp moan. “Your desk is very pretty. Feminine and even dainty.” His voice remained calm, his features cut and hard. “We’d break it if I bent you over it.”

Fire washed through her, and he flashed his fangs. “Same with these pretty chairs.”

She tried to concentrate on his words. Was he talking about furniture? Her vision blurred as she tried to refrain from riding his fingers.

“Holding back, sweetheart?” he asked, flicking her earlobe with a fang.

“Not at all,” she breathed out, her heart galloping. Drawing on dare and courage, she flattened her palm against his erection.

He groaned in a dark plea. “Careful.”

Bravery filled her, along with triumph. She wasn’t the only one affected, and she could steal some of the control. “Why?” Squeezing him through his jeans with one hand, she released his zipper with the other.

He untangled his hands and stepped back to draw his shirt over his head. Muscled biceps and triceps rippled with raw power as he flung the shirt across the room.

She gulped, so much need roaring through her that her knees trembled.

He kept his gaze on her as he kicked out of his boots and shed his jeans. His muscled chest led down to cut abs and a formidable erection. The rebel was all male, without question. “Take off your blouse.”

The idea of defying him tempted her, but that wasn’t the way to make Caleb lose control. So, with a flirty smile, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The tension in the room rose noticeably each time she released one of the small discs. His shoulders bunched like a wolf’s about to pounce on its prey. Finally, she shrugged out of the silk and let it fall to the sofa.

“Bra,” he said, his voice beyond guttural.

She stretched her neck, taking her time, pretending to think about it.

Low and dangerous, a warning growl rumbled from his chest. Liquid need spilled from her in reaction. She flicked the bra free and then took her time shimmying out of the panties.

He stood, muscles vibrating, nostrils flaring. Hunger morphed his eyes into a blend of all the colors.

Lily panted out breath. A laugh down the hallway caught her up short. They’d forgotten the sign. She rushed toward the door, only to be caught by a steel-hard arm around her abdomen. Seconds later, her butt hit the wall, heated lips nearly burning her neck.

“No sign,” he whispered.

She struggled, trying not to groan at the incredible feeling of her skin against his. “Anybody could come in.”

“I know.” He bit her collarbone, leaving a mark. His mark. He slipped an arm beneath her thigh and lifted, paused, and thrust inside her with one hard push.

She cried out, body arching, unable to tell the difference between pleasure and pain. “Oh God.” Her eyes shut, so many sensations bombarding her she couldn’t think. Her other leg lifted to clasp his hip, just to keep her balance.

His heartbeat thrummed in her ears. They were that connected. Her eyes opened to see him waiting patiently. Calmly. Oh, there was need and hunger glimmering in those incredible depths. But he waited.

“You sure you want to get fucked, Lily?” he asked softly.

It was a dare and maybe a slight punishment for threatening him with other men. It was also an opportunity for her to refuse; she knew he’d release her. Maybe even escort her politely to his quarters to gently make love in the bed.

She blinked, her body softening in surrender. Satisfaction and an odd regret flashed across his primal face. Oh, no way. Instinct ruled her as she skimmed her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck and pull. Hard.

Her teeth sank into his pectoral muscle directly above his heart. Not a nip, not a nuzzle, but a full sinking of teeth into flesh. She might not have fangs, but her canines were sharp enough to dig deep and draw blood.

Sparks burned her tongue and tingled down her throat. In all of her years, although she’d heard of the magical blood in vampires, she’d never tasted it.

Power flowed through her, making her own blood sing.

His breath caught, his chest tightening. Rough and strong, the hand at her thigh tightened enough to bruise.

She released him, licking him clean with a sigh of contentment. Then she leaned back, her head against the wall, her body pinned by his. One look at him and she forgot to breathe.

The glint in his eyes went beyond hunger, beyond lust to something deeper. Darker. More absolute. Possession and promise formed the hard lines of his face, and his nostrils flared like an animal on the hunt, all control gone.

She opened her mouth, but no sound emerged.

Slowly, deliberately, he ducked his free shoulder and claimed her other thigh, spreading her wide. Vulnerability hitched her heart, while a woman’s demand peaked her nipples into hard points.

He drew out and then thrust back in, his expression dangerous.

His shoulders rolled, yanking her groin harder into his until only her shoulders and head touched the wall. Her arms flailed to find purchase, finally grabbing his bulging biceps. Then strong fingers dug into her buttocks, holding tight as he began to pound.

She kept her grip on his arms, the muscles taut to keep her from being injured against the wall. Faster, harder, out of control he thrust. Her hair swished as she tried to keep her head in place.

With a low growl, he dropped to his knees and pivoted, setting her back along the carpet, pounding the entire time, his hold firm on her butt. She felt taken, overwhelmed, and on fire. Flesh slapped against flesh, Caleb treating her as a woman, a real woman, his growl deep and strong.

A spiraling started deep inside her, uncoiling outward to attack every nerve. Fire washed through her, clashing against the spirals, and she cried out his name, her nails digging into his skin.

Waves of intense pleasure rode through her, and she closed her eyes as the orgasm sheeted the room white.

He pressed hard, and sharp fangs sank into her neck.

She arched, another orgasm overtaking her, his image filling her mind.

With a low growl, he came, his hold tightening as he was overtaken. His fangs retracted, his chest damp against hers. “Lily,” he said softly, pressing a reverent kiss over her mouth.

Lily finished running on the treadmill, her mind on the night before. After the incredible sex in her office, she and Caleb had returned to his quarters to finish out the night. While a bit sore, her body hadn’t felt this wonderful in years.

After slowing down, she stepped off the treadmill and wiped a towel across her neck. The king had placed the treadmill in a private exercise room in her suite.

Apparently he figured she’d want her privacy when not in her customary prophet attire.

Rapid knocks fired on the door, and her heart leaped. Caleb had said he needed to attend the strategy meetings with the king, but maybe he’d changed his mind and wanted to return to bed.

That was a meeting she’d love to attend.

Her steps hurried as she maneuvered through the living room to the front door.

Prophet Guiles stood on the other side, dark circles under his eyes. “My dreams are getting worse.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry. Would you like to come in?”

He glanced at her yoga outfit. “Not really. It’s rather warm outside. Would you mind a walk in the fresh air?”

That sounded lovely. Lily reached for a jacket.

“I, ah, can wait until you change,” Guiles said, his gaze on the ceiling.

For goodness’ sake. Lily glanced down at the perfectly appropriate yoga suit. It was time for her to truly join modern life and stop being so worried about what others thought. “These are decent walking clothes.” She ignored his uncomfortable shrug and followed him outside the door. “I have to tell you about my dreams, as well.”

Guiles nodded and led her through the lodge and out into the sunshine. “This is much better, don’t you agree?”

“I do.” She stretched her calves on each step. The vampires’ subdivision appeared similar to every other high-end gated subdivision in Oregon, if one didn’t look too closely. The stunning houses had bulletproof glass, steel-enforced doors, and underground escape tunnels into the mountains around them.

The front gate held normal-appearing attendants . . . with a cache of weapons within reach. Plus, missiles were implanted in the ground to take out any aircraft deemed a threat.

But, as a subdivision, the homes were lovely and the sidewalks swept.

Guiles cleared his throat, clasping his hands behind his back. “Are you going to obey Fate?”

Lily’s stride hitched and she nearly stumbled. “Don’t I always?”

“Then why haven’t you killed Janie Kayrs?” Guiles asked softly, his gaze on his polished loafers.

Heat washed down Lily’s torso. “You met Fate in a dream.”

“Her dictates were clear,” Guiles said slowly, regret filling his voice. “I don’t know why, but Janie has to die. Half of the world has believed that fact from her birth, and it was lucky happenstance the vampires discovered her location before other species.”

Otherwise Janie would already be dead. Lily shook her head. “It doesn’t make sense that Janie should die—she’s supposed to somehow change the world.”

“Change isn’t always good.”

“I know.” Lily lifted her face to the sun, her thoughts swirling. “How do we know for sure Fate is the one giving orders here?”

Guiles tripped and quickly regained his balance. “Who else could it be?”

“I don’t know, but so many of us are psychic, empathic, telepathic . . . maybe somebody has discovered our wavelengths and is manipulating our dreams.” Lily opened her heart fully and went on instinct. “I can’t believe Fate would want me to kill. Why not you? Or Caleb?”

“You’re the only one of us who can get close enough.” Guiles picked up the pace. “Bodyguards are always around Janie to protect her, even from Caleb and me. But not you.” He stopped walking near a Japanese maple, the brilliant red leaves just now falling. With a sigh, he leaned against a Realm-issued SUV. “It has to be you who protects destiny and does the unthinkable. You have the king’s complete trust, and you have access to Janie.”

“That’s true.” Lily stretched her neck, nausea rising from her stomach. “You really think murder is the right path?”

“Yes.” Sorrow filled Guiles’s eyes.

Lily studied him. The man she’d known and trusted for centuries. They’d followed duty and Fate together. Instinct flared alive in her, and she nearly doubled over in pain. “You’re psychic and telepathic, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” A gentle frown settled between his dark eyes.

Regret tasted like bile. “Why do you want Janie dead, Guiles?”

Guiles sighed, regret twisting his lip. “The vision is true. The one you saw of Janie as a prophet wearing a marking.”

Lily lifted her chin. “Your marking?”

“Yes. The only way she could earn a marking is if one of us dies, and I recognized the marking as mine. I changed it for your dream.” He ran a manicured hand through his thick hair. “I’m sorry.”

Anger flashed through Lily. “Sorry? For invading my dreams, for making me defy Fate and everything I believe in? For trying to force me to kill a friend?”

“No.” Guiles moved faster than a snake, a dark box in his hand. “For this.” Something sizzled on Lily’s skin, and darkness swamped her in unconsciousness.

Chapter Twelve

Caleb slammed his fist down on the stone table. “Enough of this. The Kurjans and demons are not peaceful species, and frankly, neither are vampires. These talks are just a trap, and you know it.”

Irritation sizzled Dage’s eyes into a metallic silver. “There’s no way to trap us. Even with our best minds, we can’t figure out a way to trap them so far underground. No powers work. We’re as harmless as humans down there, and so are they.”

“It’s still a bad idea.” Caleb stood nose-to-nose with the king, finally letting his temper roar.

“Too bad. Shut the fuck up, sit down, and make sure we haven’t missed anything,” Dage shouted right back.

Caleb tightened his hand into a fist, and the king straightened his shoulders to take the hit and probably retaliate. They’d see if the copied tables could take a good hand-to-hand fight.

An alarm blared through the lodge, stilling both men.

“Shit,” Dage said, tapping a communicator around his wrist. “Status?”

“Realm SUV broke through the front gate,” came the terse reply as engines sounded in the background.

“Did you fire?” Dage asked.

“No. Prophet Guiles was driving with Prophet Sotheby half-covering his body. We couldn’t risk hitting her.”

Caleb’s head jerked up. The world crashed into him, deafening in a sudden silence. “Lily?”

Dage grabbed his arm. “Let’s go.”

They ran out of the room and through the lodge just in time to jump into a Hummer driven by Jase. Caleb slid into the front while the king careened into the back next to another soldier. The vehicle squealed out on the asphalt before they’d even closed the doors.

“What the hell?” Caleb said.

Jase punched the accelerator, his face fierce in concentration. “The two prophets were positively identified as the SUV crashed through the gate, and Lily appeared unconscious.” Jase glanced at Caleb and grimaced. “The guard said Guiles was using her as a shield, so they immediately began to pursue.”

Rage and an entirely new feeling ripped into Caleb’s heart. What was that? Fear? He didn’t like it . . . at all. “Where the hell does he think he’s taking her?” There was no way the SUV could outrun the Hummers.

As if on cue, the vehicle whipped around a corner and through the damaged gate, heading full-speed for the open road.

Jase tapped a button on the dashboard. “Do we have eyes on them?”

A speaker in the dash crackled before a voice came through. “Yes. They’re heading east on Salamis Road. Fast. Too fast,” the guard said. “We haven’t lost visual, so both prophets are still in the vehicle, but we can’t shoot.”

Jase nodded. “Hold tight.” He pressed another button. “Do we have visual from air?”

A different speaker flared to life. “No. Satellite offline for an hour with routine updates,” came the terse reply, this voice much deeper than the guard’s.

“The bastard knew our schedule,” Caleb said grimly, his hands tightening with the need to draw blood. “Tell me we have air support.”

“Negative,” Jase said, shooting around a corner. “All air support is currently over the peace-talk sites conducting drills on both evasive and aggressive maneuvers. Guiles would’ve known about that, too.”

“The helicopters are not that far away,” Dage said, cocking a gun from the backseat.

Jase nodded. “I’ve had them diverted—it’ll take about an hour for the closest to reach us.”

Lily didn’t have an hour, and Caleb knew it. “This isn’t making sense. Where the hell is he taking her?”

“Away from us,” Dage said tersely. “Which means to somebody who will protect him from us. But the question is why . . . and who?” He leaned toward the front seat. “Weapons?”

“Two guns and three knives,” Caleb said thoughtfully, his gaze on the empty road ahead.

Jase flashed him a look. “You arm yourself with two guns and three knives to practice for the peace talks?”

“Yes. It was a light day.” Time to confess all. Caleb exhaled heavily and turned to tell the king about the dreams and Fate’s dictates. He left nothing out, noting the tension rising in the vehicle with every word he spoke. “I’m assuming Gules has been receiving similar instructions, but I don’t see how kidnapping Lily will accomplish Janie’s death.”

Dage rubbed his chin, his eyes seriously pissed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to be left out of the peace talks, and I thought I could contain it.” Caleb eyed the king’s gun. “Don’t shoot me.”

“I won’t.” The king lowered the gun, his shoulder hitting the vehicle’s side when Jase cut a hard corner. “Right now, anyway.”

“Fair enough.” Caleb scrubbed both hands down his face. “They’ll need air transport to get her away from us.”

Jase nodded. “We’ve monitored all air traffic for years, and nothing has come into range today that would give us pause.” He eyed the top of the window of the Hummer. “Even without the satellites, we have radar and would’ve caught anything suspicious.”

“So he’s driving her somewhere?” Caleb asked.

“Apparently.” Dage swore as his shoulder hit the side again. “How well do you know Guiles?”

“Not very. I haven’t been working long as a prophet. I’m a soldier.” But if he had gotten closer to Guiles, maybe Caleb would’ve seen the danger in the smooth vampire. Guilt swamped him. “All I know is that the guy is old and dresses like he’s going to prom every day.” And now he held Caleb’s woman against her will.

“We’ll get him,” Jase said grimly.

“Was the guard sure Lily was just unconscious?” Caleb asked the one question he’d rather not.

“No.” Jase cut his eyes to Caleb before focusing back on the road. “But if a prophet dies, another takes their place, and we’d know if that happened, so I’m sure Lily is alive.”

Good point. Caleb could hold on to that hope until he wrapped his hands around Guiles’s neck. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

A boom sounded from the dash, followed by a smattering of gunfire. “Shots fired—shots fired,” shouted the guard.

Jase barreled the vehicle up a hill, and Caleb took in the scene below with one glance. “Son of a bitch.” A long hauler was parked to the side of the road, while a helicopter’s blades swung into motion behind it. “They trucked the copter in.”

Two Realm soldiers fired at the long hauler, where several Kurjans fired back, their skin protected by the forest’s darkness. A quick glance at the helicopter confirmed shielded windows. Damn it.

Jase slammed his foot on the accelerator and gestured to the northern forest. “Kurjans moving in from the other side. They’re taking a huge risk with the sun being out.” He swung the Hummer around, and everyone jumped out the southern side, between the two Realm SUVs, already firing into the forest. Green bullets ripped into the metal from return fire.

Caleb ducked to keep from taking one in the face. Thank God the sun didn’t bother vampires as it did the Kurjans. “Lily?” he shouted, rushing toward the other SUV, where a guard was down, blood dripping from his neck. Caleb felt for the faint pulse, his gaze on the helicopter shielded by the truck. “Man down. He’s out, but not dead.”

A flash of blond from inside the helicopter caught Caleb’s eye. “Lily,” he yelled, leaping over the SUV.

“Jesus, Caleb,” the king bellowed from behind him, sliding to the front of the other SUV to provide raining bullets of fire. “Get down!”

Nothing mattered but getting to Lily before the helicopter took off. Caleb wove, dodging bullets, hitting one Kurjan in the neck as he flew past. Bullets impacted his chest, his shoulders, even his thighs, yet he kept going.

Jase appeared on his right, Dage on his left, both providing cover. He didn’t hesitate, even when the king grunted in pain from impact.

Only Lily mattered.

The helicopter lifted into the air. With a primal roar, Caleb leaped across yards to land inside, hitting the farthest wall with a loud crunch. Pain slashed across his forehead, and blood splashed. Something hard slammed into the back of his head, and darkness overtook him. The last thing he heard was Lily screaming his name.

Lily glanced around the lush lady’s quarters. Flowers abounded on every fabric, on every wall, even on lamps. All different colors of flowers, different species, resulting in a hodgepodge of clashing flora that overstimulated the senses. Her head began to ache, and not just from being Tasered and tossed in a helicopter.

Did Franco truly believe the ridiculous bedroom suited her?

With a sigh, she limped over to the closet and threw open the door. The Kurjans had removed the tracker from her heel, and it hurt. Rips and Caleb’s blood marred her yoga outfit, and the Kurjan who’d escorted her to the absurd room had ordered her to change.

She glanced down at the long strip of skin revealed across her breasts from the damaged material. Yes. While the idea of donning clothing purchased by Franco made her ill, she’d rather cover more of her flesh if she was about to meet the Kurjan leader in person.

She had to find out where they’d taken Caleb. Fear for him made the room whirl. Why would the Kurjans allow the Realm Rebel to live? It didn’t make sense. Unless they wanted to use him against her. She’d do anything to keep him alive.

At the thought, she stumbled against silk and cotton clothes. She loved him. Not the sweet love she’d thought she’d felt in her youth, but a desperate love determined to keep him. To love him and even fight with him. Fight anybody for him.

God. She had to save him.

She shoved off the ruined yoga outfit and donned a long blue skirt. A scramble through tops showed only corsets. Not the proper ones from times gone by, but those more recent, tight, and rather revealing. Franco was being an ass.

She tugged a blue and white one over her head, nearly bending over backward to zip it up. At least it had a zipper hidden among the many ties. Glancing down, she sighed at the mounds of her breasts pushed high. “This is to be worn beneath a sweater,” she muttered. One more quick glance through the closet proved there were no sweaters.

Several sets of high heels lined the bottom of the closet. Not a chance. Skirt or not, she was going barefoot. Much better for both running and kicking if necessary.

Her heart racing, she hustled into the attached bathroom, which was even gaudier than the bedroom, if that were possible.

Wide enough for two, a claw-foot tub lay in the far corner next to a toilet and a shower. A cursory search of drawers failed to reveal potential weapons. She hurriedly washed blood off her bare arms and hands. Then she brushed her messy hair from her face, gathering courage at the glimmer of the diamond earrings Caleb had given her.

A knock sounded on the door.

Smoothing down her skirt, she padded in her bare feet across the velvety carpet and opened the door, drawing on her professional smile.

Franco stood in the hallway dressed in full black Kurjan uniform with red medals adorning his chest. He’d pulled his black hair back in a band, the ends turning the customary blood red. The purple of his eyes deepened in his stark-white face as he looked down from his seven-foot height. “Lily.” The word emerged as a satisfied growl as his gaze dropped to her breasts.

Lily fought to keep her smile in place. “You forgot to include the sweater, Franco.”

The smile he flashed showed sharp fangs. “I forgot nothing.” He held out his arm, as regal as any prince. “You must be hungry after your ordeal.”

“Ordeal?” She slid her hand through his arm, cataloging weapons. His waist holster held a gun, and his thick boots probably hid another, along with a knife. “That’s a fine description of being Tasered, knocked out, and kidnapped.”

“I do apologize for the rough treatment.” He closed her door. “Perhaps the nicely decorated suite lifted your mood?”

She glanced up in surprise. He was serious. The guy actually thought he’d done something nice for her. Okay. She could play along for the moment. “I do love flowers.”

Relief crossed his pasty face. “I’m so glad.”

“Where are we, anyway?” she asked.

“A temporary stronghold in northern Oregon. We only had a small window of time before the vampires’ helicopters could give chase. Don’t worry, we’ll move again soon. This time to my headquarters in Canada.” He led her down a long hallway to a dining room full of antique furniture, pure crystal, and original oil paintings from the masters. A bouquet of fresh lilies served as the centerpiece on a Louis XV walnut dining table. Prophet Guiles stood across the table as they entered.

She cut him a hard look. “Guiles.”

He blushed, his shoulders going back. “I did what I had to do.”

Franco pulled out a chair and settled Lily into it before crossing to the head of the table to sit. “I have to admit, dining with two prophets has never been on my bucket list.” He smiled and unfolded his napkin. “Having all three under my roof is certainly nothing I’d ever considered.”

Lily took a sip of water from a crystal glass. She needed to find out about Caleb, but she had to be careful. “What’s your plan?”

A pregnant woman balanced a tray of soup bowls she delivered gracefully to each of them.

Franco smiled. “Lily, this is Beatrix. She’s mated to my second in command, Dyne.”

The woman nodded, her gaze downcast as she hustled from the room.

Lily lifted an eyebrow. “I thought you had a relative named Kalin as your second in command.” Kalin, the Kurjan butcher, was both crazy and dangerous.

Franco’s red lips tightened into a white line. “Kalin has turned against me, and I have ordered his death. He will not walk the earth much longer.” Franco slipped his spoon into his soup. “Dyne is a distant cousin and does his job well. He’s the ideal enforcer.”

An ideal Kurjan killed well and on demand. What about the poor pregnant woman? Obviously, she’d been human before being mated. Had they given her a choice? Lily took another sip of water. “Why is Guiles still alive?” Those who made deals with Kurjans usually died.

The prophet coughed and glared at her. “Be nice.”

“He’s alive because I haven’t killed him yet.” Franco licked his spoon clean. “Eat your soup, Lily.”

She took a sip, tasting nothing. “So the agreement to attend the peace talks was false.”

Surprise lifted Franco’s eyebrows. “Not at all. I fully intended to participate, and I still do. But when Prophet Guiles contacted me with his offer, I really couldn’t refuse. I’ve wanted you for centuries, as you know.”

“Why?” Lily whispered, her gaze on Guiles. “Why did you do this?”

“To protect myself.” He slurped his soup. “The visions didn’t lie. If I stayed with the vampires, Janie Kayrs would end up with my marking. I made a deal with Franco to exchange you for protection.”

Hurt spiraled down Lily’s chest. “What about your loyalty to Dage? He saved you.”

“I know.” Guiles rubbed his chin. “My loyalty to him is still true. I believe I can help the Realm more than Janie Kayrs can, and I need to remain a prophet to do so. It’s the only way I can protect him.”

Fire shot through Lily’s veins. “Keep telling yourself that. I thought we were friends.”

Guiles stopped eating. Sorrow glowed from his eyes. “Me, too. But suddenly, faced with death, friendship didn’t seem as important.”

“They won’t let you live,” she whispered. He no longer mattered, so she turned her attention to Franco. “I can’t be mated.”

“Now.” Franco finished his soup with a low hum of appreciation. “Once we cure the virus in your veins, you’ll be able to mate again.”

“So you haven’t found the cure for the virus.” Another hope dashed.

“No, but we will. In the meantime, by the stench of vampire I can smell all over you, I guess you can have sex.” Anger spiraled crimson into his high cheekbones.

Caleb’s scent would stay with her for at least a week, even though they weren’t mated. Was he still alive? She met Franco’s gaze. “You’re not a rapist, and I’m not having sex with you.” She threw her napkin on top of her soup bowl. God, she hoped she’d read him right. His ego wouldn’t allow him to take a woman against her will.

“Oh, you’ll come willingly,” he said, pure malice in his tone.

“You’re wrong.”

He sighed wearily. “We might as well get this over with.” Standing and grabbing her arm, he yanked her back into the hallway.

She struggled, her bare feet sliding on the thick carpet and not hampering his movements at all.

“Wait—” Guiles said from behind them, his breath huffing as he ran to catch up. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt her. That you’d court her slowly and try to talk her into a merger between the Kurjans and the Realm.”

Lily glanced over her shoulder, fire shooting through her. “You believed that? You moron.”

Guiles grabbed Franco’s arm, and the Kurjan swept out, shooting Guiles into the wall. He impacted with a crash, denting the concrete.

Lily struggled against Franco’s hold. “Where are we going?”

“To see the other prophet. I believe you need to say good-bye,” Franco said.

Chapter Thirteen

Caleb shook blood out of his hair and stuck his pinkie in his ear to get the rest of it. They’d clocked him a good one, and by the sluggish movement of his blood, they’d drugged him, too. He’d been unconscious long enough to be taken from the helicopter and dropped into a cement cell. Fresh cement with shiny, new silver bars.

Wherever they were, it was a temporary setup. The Kurjans had been smart to grab Lily and lie low before moving her again.

But not as smart as he. He grinned through bloodied lips, the room swaying. This was why a guy always planned for war and never expected peace.

An outside door opened, and Franco strode inside, dragging Lily.

She gasped and rushed to grab the bars. “Are you all right?”

He frowned at the bustier that revealed way too much, his thoughts still murky. “What are you wearing?”

She rolled her eyes. “Really? That’s what you want to focus on?”

No. His gaze narrowed on Prophet Guiles as he stumbled in behind Lily. “I’m going to enjoy killing you.”

“A prophet can’t kill a prophet,” Guiles said, glancing around, looking like a rat caught in a trap.

“Says who?” Caleb said softly, flashing his fangs when Guiles swallowed uneasily.

Franco cleared his throat. “You’re being traded to the demons, so I don’t think you’ll have time for murder and mayhem.”

Caleb stepped closer to the bars, his brain beginning to clear. “There’s always time for mayhem.” He’d pissed the demons off eons ago by supporting a family member who’d fled from an arranged meeting with a demonness, and the demons had wanted his head ever since. “What do you get from the demons in exchange?”

Franco slid a hand over Lily’s bare shoulder. “That’s between me and the demons.”

Fury propelled the blood between Caleb’s ears into a roar. Yet he kept his face bland. “I don’t think the exchange will happen.”

“We took out your trackers.” Franco’s fingers left red marks on Lily’s skin as he released her.

An explosion rocked the building, and plaster fell from the ceiling. “I think you missed one,” Caleb said calmly, reaching through the bars and grabbing the Kurjan by the throat. Yanking back, he smashed Franco’s face into the bars.

Kurjan blood sprayed, burning Caleb’s neck.

Franco pushed back, but Lily was faster. Twirling, she grabbed his gun and fired several times into his chest. The Kurjan went down.

She gasped and pointed the gun at Guiles, her face white with shock, her chest heaving above the bustier. Her light hair swished around her face, and those amazing eyes darkened with intent.

Good Lord, she was magnificent. Caleb’s heart swelled even as adrenaline flooded his system. Gunfire and explosives echoed all around them.

She kept her aim steady and glanced at Caleb. “Where are the keys?”

“No keys.” He nodded toward a keypad in the far corner. “Only Franco knows the code.”

Her brow furrowed. Then, with a slight shrug, she turned and fired several times into the keypad. Smoke cascaded from the destroyed wiring.

The bars slid open.

Her startled eyes met his. “I can’t believe that worked.”

Neither could he. Just as he slipped through the bars, Franco reared up and grabbed Lily in a headlock, his knife to her throat.

“If I kill a prophet, will Fate allow me to take her place?” the Kurjan growled, blood pouring from a wound in his neck to slide over Lily’s shoulder and chest. She grimaced in pain from the burn.

“No.” Caleb blinked to clear his vision and angled to the side. Fear for his woman threatened to swamp him, so he shoved all emotion down. “Let’s fight this out without hiding behind a woman.”

Franco growled, the knife pressing in hard enough to draw blood. Several precious drops fell from Lily’s delicate neck, scenting the air with strawberries. Franco inhaled sharply, his eyes morphing to red.

The beast inside Caleb roared to the surface at his woman’s scent.

Another explosion blasted the outside door in, and Caleb had to duck to keep from being decapitated. The door hit Lily in the shoulder, sending her and the Kurjan flying into the far wall. She screamed. A cement block hit Guiles, smashing him to the ground.

“Lily!” Caleb yelled, scrambling past debris to reach her. Had Franco kept control of the knife?

Caleb ripped the door and part of a wall off of them and grabbed Franco’s wrist, shoving the knife away from Lily. Her eyes were wide and her neck bleeding, but she was alive. With his other hand, he lifted her and pushed her behind him.

Franco reared up, catapulting them across the room to smash into the damaged keyboard. Electricity zapped down Caleb’s spine even as he reached back and punched Franco in his broken nose.

The king and Jase barreled into the room. Dage grabbed Lily, while Jase hauled an unconscious Guiles over his shoulder.

“You have three minutes until this place is blown to hell,” Dage said grimly, turning and shoving his way through exposed rebar and Sheetrock, while protecting Lily’s head.

She tried to protest, to reach back for Caleb, but the king simply picked her up and kept going.

Franco stood, stretching his neck. “You die today, Prophet.”

Caleb kicked out, striking Franco in the neck. “I’m a new kind of prophet.” He’d choose his own path, no matter what Fate decreed. “This is who I am.” Ducking his head, he plowed into Franco, sending them crashing into cinder blocks. Powder and crumbled concrete fell all around them.

Quick as a snake, Caleb reached into Franco’s boot and drew out a blade. “Nice knife.”

Franco circled back, his eyes cutting to the knife he’d dropped. The one still glistening red with Lily’s blood.

“Pick it up,” Caleb said.

Franco kept his gaze on Caleb even as he bent and retrieved the knife. “You just made a mistake, rebel.”

“Did I?” The drugs finally cleared his system, and he let his arms drop. “Prove it.”

Franco drove forward, knife out, death in his eyes.

Caleb pivoted and dropped to one knee, lunging up with the knife. The blade caught Franco under the chin and kept going. They fell back into the cell, Caleb on top. Fierce twists of his shoulders had the knife cutting through cartilage and bone. The Kurjan leader’s head rolled away.

Fate had marked Caleb as a prophet, and he’d learn to make that work, but at heart, he would always be a street fighter.

He stood, wiping blood off the blade. Another explosion rocked the room. Too close. Shit. He had to run. Ducking his head, he dove through exposed rebar and through stairwells, finally jumping into the sun just as the building exploded behind him.

Chapter Fourteen

Lily held still in the infirmary as Janie finished gently placing the bandage over her neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the visions,” Lily said.

Janie nodded, her gaze on her handiwork. “I understand. Sometimes visions need time to work themselves out. Plus, as it turned out, the directives were coming from Prophet Guiles tapping in to your dreams and not really Fate.” She frowned thoughtfully. “It’s the first time an enemy has gotten so close to somebody I trust.”

Lily grasped Janie’s wrist. “I’m so sorry.”

“No.” Janie’s eyes darkened. “This is a good thing. In all of the years different people have tried to hurt me, they’ve never understood us. What we have—who we are.”

Lily frowned. “What do you mean?”

Janie set the remaining gauze pads on a tray. “They don’t have what you and I have. When faced with the choice, we sacrifice for loved ones. You even told Fate no.”

“It wasn’t Fate.” Lily pushed hair out of her eyes.

“You didn’t know that.” Janie grasped her upper shoulders. “We’re stronger than they are because we will choose friends and family before ourselves. Regardless of cost.”

Lily wondered once again what Janie would have to sacrifice to fulfill her destiny.

A groan sounded from a bed in the far corner as Guiles woke up and tried to sit. Handcuffs clanked from his manacled wrists. “What in the world?” he asked. “I’m a prophet. Unbind me.”

“No.” Janie carefully put away the materials she’d used to assist Lily. “King’s orders.”

Guiles focused on Lily. “Please, Prophet Sotheby. I did what I had to do.”

“No.” Lily shook her head, no sympathy existing in her. “You betrayed all of us. And you manipulated me with a fake child, which is something I’ll never forgive you for.” Hurt washed through her, and she allowed it to ebb.

“I didn’t.” Guiles coughed, his eyes beseeching. “The child was a surprise to me when I looked into your future for a way to convince you. I saw him, I didn’t create him. I promise.”

Lily blinked, studying him. She wanted to believe him so badly, she couldn’t trust her own instincts.

Janie touched her arm. “I’ve seen the babe in visions, too. Little blond guy with Caleb’s wild eyes.”

Tears slammed into the backs of Lily’s eyes. “You have?” Hope filled her chest. “Why haven’t you said anything?”

Janie shook her head. “I know not to mess with Fate that way. You have to choose your own path and not be influenced by one of the many futures I may see. Otherwise, your knowing could mess the whole thing up. But, since you’ve already seen the little guy, I feel fine confirming that I’ve seen him, too.”

Lily gasped out a smile and a cough. “He will exist,” she murmured, her arms already aching to hold him.

Caleb and Dage walked into the infirmary on cue. Lily’s heart settled as her gaze ran over Caleb’s form. His back had been burned, and several bruises mottled his chiseled face, looking quite at home there. The Realm Rebel was a handsome one, that was for sure. She’d tell him privately about the babe. “How are you?”

“Fine.” He ducked his head to study her bandage. “How is your neck?”

“Janie stitched me up.” Lily slipped a hand through Caleb’s. “Escort me back to my quarters, will you?”

“Absolutely.” Caleb jerked his head toward Guiles. “What’s the plan? I’m happy to cut off his head.”

Dage sighed. “Beheading isn’t the plan. Frankly, I’m not sure what to do with a prophet who has gone rogue.” The king shrugged. “You should’ve killed him at the Kurjan compound. It would certainly have simplified matters.”

“I had my hands full.” Caleb truly did regret allowing Guiles to live. “But I do wonder. If we kill him, who will be marked next?” Nobody in their right mind would’ve expected Caleb to end up with the marking. The entire process was random, as far as he was concerned.

Guiles listened to the exchange with his mouth opening and closing like a trout on a line.

Dage frowned. “The Kurjans have contacted us with their desire to continue with the peace talks, even without Franco. We may need Guiles there.”

Caleb growled. “I know we have to go forward with the peace talks, but I vote we cut off Guiles’s head and find a new prophet.”

“I’ll think about it,” Dage said

With a shrug, Caleb turned and escorted Lily out of the infirmary.

She swallowed, her mind spinning. Very nice vampire muscles caressed her palm, reminding her of his incredible strength. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

He glanced down even as they walked outside into the weak fall sunshine and along sidewalks toward the main lodge. “You were doing fine on your own, but you’re welcome anyway. Why the tone?”

“What tone?” She paused as he opened the door to the main lodge for her.

“The polite one that has me wanting to strip you naked and make you beg.” His tone remained level, but the undercurrent of passion beneath the words sent a sharp shiver down Lily’s spine.

She cleared her throat. If they were about to fight, she wanted privacy. Without another word, she led the way to his quarters. It’d be easier to leave his place than kick his butt out of hers.

Sidling inside, she turned and removed the diamond earrings. “I take it these weren’t really from you.” She dropped them into his palm.

His upper lip curved. “When did you figure it out?”

She lifted a shoulder. The foolishness she felt now was as intense as her giddiness at thinking he’d actually bought them for her. “I don’t know. Maybe when the vampires tracked us without our having tracking devices in our heels. Why me?”

Caleb took her hand and placed the diamonds gently in the middle of her palm. “Franco wanted you, and we knew he’d take a chance at some point. I asked Dage for an additional tracker for you, and he had them made out of the diamonds.”

“I see.” And here she’d thought Caleb had spent time looking for a present for her.

“Put them back in, Lily.”

“No.” Yes, she was being unreasonable. For once, she didn’t care.

“That wasn’t a request.” He appeared more curious than angry.

She wanted to throw the stunning jewels at his face, but enough of acting like the rebel. “I said, no.”

His smile promised sin. “There’s the woman I’ve wanted to tame for centuries.”

Heat flowed through her veins like a shot of tequila. “Don’t be a jackass, Caleb.”

“Why not?” He stalked closer, bringing heat and the scent of male with him. “You can hide from the world behind a polite smile and sophisticated small talk, but I see the woman beneath the prophet. The one who told Fate to fuck off.”

Those weren’t exactly the words she’d used. “I’m not some defenseless lady you can order around.”

“I know. You’re a fighter, Lil.” He brushed hair back from her face. “You were right, and I was wrong about your attending the peace talks. You’re strong enough both emotionally and physically. Shit. You’re probably the strongest person emotionally that I’ve ever met. In fact, if I had my guess, I’d say you even tamed Fate.”

Her chest warmed. “Could you repeat that?”

“No. But you’re the level head and the kind soul we need to make peace happen, if it’s possible.” He leaned down and brushed a kiss across her forehead.

“You believe in peace?” The breath caught in her throat.

“I’m not sure. But I believe in you, and that’s enough for me.” He took the earrings and gently slipped them back into her ears. “Though I need you safe. I love you, and your safety is my only concern.”

Her world crashed to a stop. “Um—could you repeat that?”

“I love you, Prophet Lily Sotheby.” He captured her in a kiss that went deeper than the physical moment, sending pleasure through her every nerve. Releasing her, he leaned back and reached behind the sofa for a worn paper album. “Here’s the present I was actually going to give you on your birthday.”

She frowned and took the album, flipping it open to reveal a black-and-white photograph of a lily floating on a tumultuous river. The shadows and movement were perfectly captured. “It’s beautiful.” She turned the page to see a lone wolf baying at a harvest moon surrounded by trees. “So is this.” The entire book was full of photographs.

“I took them—each one reminding me of something about you.” He shrugged and took the heavy book to place it on the table. “We can go through the rest later, and I’ll tell you where I was and what I was thinking. For years, I’ve taken these, feeling you next to me each time.”

Tears pricked her eyes, while her heart swelled. The Realm Rebel was a romantic at heart. And that heart belonged to her. “I should’ve chosen love instead of duty, Caleb. I do this time.” She jumped into his arms, clasping his neck with her arms and his hips with her legs. “I love you.” He’d never be a true prophet, but maybe the real Fate had wanted a soldier in his position. Either way, she was on Caleb’s side. Always. “And the vision about the babe—it was true. He’ll exist.”

“I know. I promised you that, didn’t I?” Caleb’s lips hovered over hers, the vow even living in his eyes. “I know we can’t mate until the virus is cured, but how about we follow the human customs?”

She grinned and pressed her lips against his. Warmth and belonging shot through her as she leaned back. “Was that a proposal?”

“Yes.”

“Then I say yes.”

Possession and promise glittered in his eyes. “Forever, Lily.”

Content

Tamed
Dark Protectors - 6.5
Rebecca Zanetti

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen