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  Her large eyes searched his face for a long time. Tears shimmered in the depths, threatened to spill over, glistened on her long lashes. “He could kill a lot of people before we find him He’s highly trained, Lucian, and he’s cunning, very cunning. He blends in with his surroundings, he can wait for hours without moving just to get that one shot at his target. He doesn’t know right from wrong He’ll kill a child just as easily as a man or a woman.”

  “I will remove his presence from your life, Jaxon. That is my promise to you, and I always keep my promises.” He took her elbow. “Come on, angel. The chauffeur has arrived.”

  “You sent for him that fast? No phone? Carrier pigeon perhaps?”

  “He happened to be in the neighborhood.”

  “I’ll just bet he did,” Jaxon answered him, walking with him toward the door. Her feet felt like lead. She had seen Drake’s work before, and each time, along with the horror of his latest crimes, the memory of the murders of her mother and brother was branded anew in her mind.

  The limousine was waiting at the gates, the chauffeur standing by the open door. “Good evening, Jaxon, Lucian.” The man tipped his hat, a slight smile on his face. That humor didn’t reach his eyes. They were watchful, wary, compassionate.

  “I think an introduction would be in order,” Jaxon suggested dryly.

  Lucian nodded. “This is Antonio. He is the son of Stefan and Marie. They are friends and family to one of ours, Aidan Savage, and his lifemate, Alexandria. Antonio has many special gifts.”

  Is he like you?

  It was becoming easier to communicate in their intimate way, and she found it convenient when they weren’t alone.

  You mean, is he like us? No, Antonio is human, as are his parents. The members of his family have voluntarily served Aidan Savage for hundreds of years. Few humans are allowed to know of our existence, but they have done so throughout history, mother to daughter, father to son.

  Jaxon held out her hand to Antonio. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Has Lucian explained to you who Tyler Drake is and just how dangerous he can be?”

  Antonio winked at her. “Lucian is always explicit when he gives his orders.”

  “Just be careful.” Jaxon slid into the car and was comforted when Lucian’s large frame moved protectively in beside her. He felt solid and right.

  Lucian curved his arm around her shoulders. “Do not waste your time worrying about Antonio. Your protective streak is growing.”

  I couldn’t bear it if he was killed because of me. Antonio is highly skilled, angel, and he is under the protection of our people. No one will kill him easily.

  Jaxon shook her head, fought back tears, and stared sightlessly out the window as the sleek car raced through the night toward death and hell. Her personal hell. Reading her thoughts, Lucian pulled her in close to him, his dark head bending over hers protectively, his mouth brushing the top of her head. She felt his love radiating out to her, enveloping her, filling her until the terrible pain threatening to overwhelm her lessened. She didn’t understand how Lucian could do it, but she was grateful. She knew what she was going to see. She knew and cared about each one of Drake’s victims.

  I am with you. Stay connected to me.

  She swallowed hard and nodded. The car was pulling up behind the squad units, detective cars, and the coroner’s van. Even as she slipped from the car, the sickness hit her gut; she smelled the odor, the sickly sweet odor of death.

  Breathe, angel. Listen to my heart, and let your body use mine to regulate your heart and lungs. You are never alone. We are in this together.

  Jaxon nodded without looking at him, allowing her body to tune itself to his. It helped to take away the rolling in her stomach. Or maybe Lucian was doing something to prevent it. However it was done, it helped tremendously. She tried to stay toward the outside of the sidewalk, a small barrier between Lucian and the rest of the world, but he had other ideas. He swept her easily beneath the protection of his shoulder, his much larger frame squarely blocking her from the prying eyes of the gathering of reporters. Antonio took up a position on the other side of her, successfully sandwiching her between them.

  She didn’t protest, knowing it was useless. As they entered Mrs. Kramer’s apartment, Captain Daryl Smith came out to meet them. “Jaxx, it’s messy in there. You know his work better than the rest of us. Take a look around, and see what you can tell us.”

  Antonio had stopped at the door, not wanting to intrude on the crime scene. Jaxx pulled on gloves and gave Lucian one long look of anguish before turning to the task at hand. Lucian’s watchful eyes never left her small figure. He saw it all through her eyes. Felt her emotions. These were her friends. These people mattered in her young life. He caught glimpses of memories she tried hard to suppress. Mrs. Kramer laughing when Jaxon slipped in the doorway, grabbed at the back of a chair, and landed on her bottom anyway. Jaxon, who was always so graceful. Mrs. Kramer had teased her about it often, holding it over her like friendly blackmail.

  He wanted to wrap her up in the protection of his arms and take her for all time away from this place of death and misery. He wanted to erase every painful memory from her heart and mind. Jaxon said nothing at all. When others murmured things to her, she barely seemed to register that they had done so. She concentrated totally on the crime scene, careful not to miss the smallest detail. She went from room to room, a mask of professional detachment on her face, pale yet composed. Jaxon, the consummate cop and protector of people. His Jaxon.

  He could read the thoughts of those around him, pick up the various conversations in every room, the halls, and even outside. Jaxon had the same ability now. She knew which of her colleagues feared to speak with her, which ones worried for their own families, which ones thought her a robot without emotion. It went on and on, the bombardment of sympathy and blame, blood, and death, from apartment to apartment.

  The memories. Shelby Snyder baking her a birthday cake and bringing it over. Tom fixing her sink and banging his head, water spraying over his face as Shelby and Jaxon laughed at him. He took it good-naturedly, as he always did. Night after night with Sid, talking poetry because she couldn’t sleep and neither could he. She had been so careful, never appearing in public with any of them, even sneaking into Sid’s apartment at prearranged times. She had told Sid Anderson about her background.

  He was the kind of man who inspired confidence. Sid’s death was a terrible blow to her.

  Lucian watched it all, felt her strength, her resolve, the weight of responsibility so heavy on her shoulders. His admiration for her grew. Her brain analyzed every piece of data. She didn’t shirk from the grisly results of Drake’s madness; these victims had been her friends, which made her all the more determined to catch him. She was physically ill, her stomach in knots, her head pounding, and he heard her screaming in her mind, yet her face was calm, and she never once turned away from examining the gory scenes.

  Daryl Smith followed her over to Lucian as she moved out of the last apartment, removing another set of gloves. “So, what do you think, Jaxx?”

  “He hit Mrs. Kramer first. He was waiting for her when she came in from shopping. The groceries are still sitting on her table. She always put her groceries away immediately. He entered through her bedroom window. It was locked, but Drake had no problem with it. He used his knife on her. It’s his favorite weapon, up close and personal. I counted eighteen deep stab wounds and several shallower wounds. He took her eyes before he left. His standard trademark.” She frowned. “It was him... but not exactly.”

  “What does that mean?” the captain asked.

  Lucian was in her mind, and he felt her puzzlement. “I can’t tell you exactly, but he’s different. Still, it was definitely Drake. I think he went to Carla and Robert’s apartment next and found they weren’t home. Angry, he slashed up their bed in a killing rage. From Carla’s apartment he went to Tom and Shelby’s. He caught them in the shower together. He stabbed Tom fifty-eight times and Shelby at lea
st eighty. There’s a lump on Shelby’s head. He probably hit her and knocked her out as he was killing Tom. His rage increased as he murdered them. I can tell because the stab wounds they received after they died are deeper and more savage. I believe the medical examiner will agree with me on that. He took their eyes and he carved up their bedroom. Clothes, blankets, mattress, even the carpet. He entered their apartment through the rear door. They hadn’t locked it. It looks as if he just walked right in with no problem.”

  Jaxon suddenly reached out to Lucian, the first public gesture she had made toward him. She was exhausted without hesitation his fingers laced, warm and solid, through hers. And he was right. She didn’t feel alone anymore.

  I am responsible for so many deaths, Lucian. I feel as if my soul is black . You are not responsible. Hear me when I say this, Jaxon. Tyler Drake murders people because he is a sick man, not because of you. If it was not you he had fixated on, it would be another.

  Her mouth curved in a semblance of a smile that never had a chance of reaching her eyes.

  You’re sure of that? You don’t know what it’s like to know that people you care about are dead because the only crime they committed was being your neighbor. Lucian, I don’t want this to touch you . I have been judge and executioner for nearly two thousand years. I have destroyed so many I cannot count that high, nor would I want to. I am a predator, honey.

  You

  are a sweet, compassionate angel. A miracle. My miracle . Thank you.

  She said it simply, meaning it.

  I love you, angel,

  Lucian said in his black-velvet sorcerer’s voice, and

  he

  meant it.

  A ghost of a smile touched her mouth before she resumed her assessment for her boss. “Drake went to kill Sid after that. There’s a smear of blood in the hall beside Sid’s door. I’ll be willing to bet it’s Shelby’s. Blood never bothers Drake. Sid answered the door. He never looked through the peephole, although I cautioned him numerous times. He was a wonderful man. He trusted everyone. He played with children in the park, taught them chess, spent half his monthly check on food for the kids in the neighborhood. He gave them things to do and a place to go when their parents weren’t home or when there was trouble. He didn’t deserve what Drake did to him.”

  Lucian felt her falter then. She crumbled inside, her silent screams louder than ever. On the outside she appeared calm, but she was sick, fighting back the nausea gripping her. Immediately he wrapped his arms around her, turning her against his chest. His heart matched the exact rhythm of hers.

  You are not alone, never alone. Drake can never separate us. You can reach for me over time and space, and I will be with you . I can’t bear this. Sid was so sweet. You would’ve liked him. Tom and Shelby were nice people. They had no children, and they treated me like a daughter. Their only sin was that they liked me. And you met Mrs. Kramer. There was no one nicer. This is all because of me. If I hadn’t gone to your house, let them publish our engagement in the newspapers, Drake wouldn’t have done this. Drake is totally responsible, honey, not you.

  He was patient, repeating it over and over, wanting his words to sink in.

  He’ll get to you. He will. You and Barry.

  She stiffened, her eyes suddenly wide with terror. “He’s going after Barry, Captain. Drake will do it—I know he will. He’ll access your computers, torture someone, I don’t know how, but he’s going to go after Barry. Drake’s different now. I can’t explain it—I just feel it. Something’s wrong with all of this. In the past he always killed because he perceived others as a threat to his family. This was rage. This was because he

  wanted

  to kill. Part of him was Drake, because he performed like Drake, he took their eyes, but he wasn’t exactly the same. He doesn’t kill with this kind of rage. He’s different.” She shook her head. “I have to get to Barry. He isn’t safe.”

  “No one knows where we stashed Radcliff,” Daryl protested. “I want you to go to the station and write up your report. Every detail. We need it, Jaxx.”

  “Someone knows where he is. There’s a paper trail. There’s always a paper trail. You think he can’t find Barry? It’s what he does. I’m going to him.” She was absolutely firm.

  “He can’t find him,” the captain reiterated.

  “I could find Barry,” Jaxon said confidently. “Lucian, we have to protect him.”

  “You go back to the station, Jaxon,” Lucian said softly, his voice as mild as ever. That voice that no one could ever resist. “I will go with Captain Smith to get Barry and bring him to safety. Antonio will go, also, so there is no need to worry about protecting me. I will keep him safe, Jaxon.” The black-velvet voice was gentle. “You will be safe at the station, and I will concentrate on picking up Drake’s trail.”

  She clung to his hand, knowing he was right, but afraid it was just what Drake wanted. Afraid Drake was using the threat to Barry as a trap to lure Lucian out into the open. She felt so sick inside. “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you, Lucian.”

  He brought her hand to the warmth of his mouth. “Nothing can harm me, angel. Go to the station where it is safe, and allow me to do this small thing for you.”

  “Drake is different, Lucian. I don’t know how, but it changes everything and makes him much more unpredictable. He is a monster, a true monster, with every skill of our best fighters and all the cunning of a wild animal. Our engagement must have driven him over the edge.”

  “He was already over the edge,” Lucian said quietly, deliberately allowing his voice to drop an octave so that it soothed and calmed her. He walked with her to the squad car. “I will stay with you until I see that you are safe within the station house where no one can harm you. Then we will go to Barry.”

  “You have to hurry, Lucian. Drake could be stalking him right now.” She was anxious, but his voice held that strange, mesmerizing effect that made her feel as if everything would be all right.

  Daryl Smith cleared his throat, determined to protest. He had allowed Lucian Daratrazanoff onto the crime scene because Jaxx clearly needed him there, but that he be allowed into the middle of a police crisis was going too far. But there was something dangerous about Lucian, something powerful, and it wasn’t his money. The eyes were too watchful, the face too still. Smith was frankly wary of denying the man anything.

  Daratrazanoff turned his head toward the captain, almost as if reading his thoughts. “Of course you want Antonio and me to come along with you.” He spoke quietly, his voice so low Smith barely heard him, yet the words penetrated to his deepest soul. He

  needed

  Daratrazanoff with them. It was imperative that he be there.

  “Yes, of course, Mr. Daratrazanoff,” the captain invited.

  “Please call me Lucian,” he replied almost absently. His full attention was once more directed at Jaxon, the only person who really mattered to him.

  Lucian held the door open for her. He had deliberately chosen to escort her to a car whose driver had been particularly sympathetic in his conversation with some of the other officers. It was a small thing, but she did not need to feel uncomfortable with one of her peers who was secretly afraid to be seen in public with her or who held her accountable for Tyler Drake’s actions.

  Jaxon kept her head up, her face a blank mask. The flashes from news cameras were going off in all directions. She didn’t look at any of them as she slipped into the car.

  Antonio and Lucian got in on either side of her, effectively walling her in, protecting her from prying eyes. She stayed close to Lucian, to the warmth of his body, to the warmth of his heart.

  We will find him, honey. But we can never bring them back, can we?

  Tears filled her voice, her mind, her heart.

  Lucian wanted to weep for her. She didn’t deserve this. She was so young and compassionate, totally the opposite of what he was. Monsters didn’t come after

  him;

  they wante
d her. Human and Carpathian alike, they wanted Jaxon. He hadn’t elaborated on the story of vampires, because she had enough guilt weighing her down. But vampires were once Carpathian males who had chosen to lose their souls after centuries of bleak hopelessness. And just as the Carpathian male searched for a lifemate, vampires searched the ranks of humankind for women just like Jaxon. Her presence in the area attracted them.

  Vampires were solitary creatures for the most part, trusting no one, vain, cunning, and evil. They were incapable of loyalty, though sometimes they banded together in the hopes of eluding or even destroying a hunter in the area. Other times a master vampire, one ancient and skilled who had survived as the undead for centuries, took on as apprentices the newer, younger vampires just turned. They used them for menial labor, as pawns to sacrifice, as a front line to achieve their ultimate goals. Jaxon had attracted more than one vampire to the area by her presence alone.

  Lucian had hunted and destroyed three such vampires the humans had mistaken as serial killers before he had made his claim on Jaxon. He had established his home, watching her, reading her likes and dislikes, finding out all he could about her before he approached her. If she knew vampires were coming to her city because of her, she would be capable of terminating her life to protect others. He could not allow such a thing. If she knew the whole truth, she would suffer even more than she was suffering at present, and he could do no other than protect her. He was her lifemate and responsible for her happiness, health, and complete safety.

  Lucian and Antonio escorted her up the stairs to the police station, opening the door and waiting until she was inside. “Remain indoors with all these officers until I return with Barry,” Lucian said. “And this time, angel, I expect you to do as I say. I will not be pleased if I come back to find you have left the safety of this building.”

  “I won’t,” she assured him, clinging to his hand. “Just be certain nothing happens to you. Or Barry. Bring him back, Lucian.”

  “I will.” He bent his head to hers, his mouth finding hers with incredible tenderness “I will return quickly.”