Moon Sworn

“Well, that explains the burning and numbness that hit me. You okay?”

“I’m alive, and I can move. That’s always a bonus after being shot.” I didn’t mention the continuing numbness. There was nothing anyone could do about it, so why bother?

“Totally true.” He paused, and I heard murmuring in the background. “Liander said he’d do roast lamb for di

“Tell him I’ll love him forever if he does.”

Rhoan snorted. “God, you can be so easily bought.”

“Totally. I’ll see you tonight, bro.”

“You should be coming straight home after such a close call, not lingering at work.”

But he wouldn’t have come straight home, and we both knew it. “I have a job to do, Rhoan, and it’s not finished yet.”

He grumbled something I couldn’t quite catch, then said, “Yeah, yeah, see you tonight.”

I gri

“Why aren’t you as warm as usual?”

He raised a eyebrow. “I am. You, however, feel like you’re burning up.”

“Oh.” Maybe it was an aftereffect of the silver. Or the fact that we were sitting here in the warm sunshine. Although, it wasn’t even su

But that didn’t mean it wasn’t hot enough for someone whose vampire genes were coming to the fore …

I thrust the thought aside, not wanting to dwell on such possibilities right now. My skin might be warm but it wasn’t frying, so I saw no point in worrying about it yet. “How long was I out?”

My gaze moved to the building on the other side of the road. There were several ambulances out front, as well as Cole and the coroner’s cars. In fact, the entire street was blocked. I could see the cops diverting traffic.

“Less than ten minutes,” he replied. “Just enough to get you out of there and find somewhere to sit, really.”

That somewhere was the bus stop. Just as well the bleeding had stopped. “We would have been more comfortable in your car.”

“We would have, but my car wasn’t here at the time. I travel faster out of it.”

I looked at him, seeing again the little lines around his eyes and suddenly realizing they were from fatigue rather than worry. “That’s why your skin is cooler. You used your Aedh form.”

As an Aedh, he could become smoke and travel places the vampire couldn’t go—not even a very old one. He could ride the wind and survive attacks few other vampires could. But like any ability, it had its drawbacks. In the case of his Aedh powers, it left him weak. The more he used it, the weaker he got.

“I also fed you energy,” he said, and shrugged. “I’ll be fine in a few hours.”

“Good.” I paused, then added, “You said before you could save me only by being beside me—what did you mean by that?”

“The Aedh are blood cousins of the Reapers. They are the dark to our light. We are the gatekeepers and they are the guides, but our powers are similar.” He hesitated, his gaze sweeping mine, as if what he were admitting somehow alarmed him. “I could have—if I’d wished—stopped your soul from rising from your flesh and kept it bound until we removed the silver and had you breathing again.”

I stared at him. Was I ever going to fully know all the facets of this man? Was I ever going to truly know just what he was capable of?

And did it matter?

The answer to that question was a decided no. I loved him, no matter what he was, no matter what he could do.

“That is as scary as hell.”

“And the reason why there are so few of the Aedh around. Humans kill what they fear, and the Aedh can be killed as easily as any man if caught in human form.”

The key being catching them in human form. A harder task than it seemed, given they could turn to smoke in the blink of an eye. “So if you could do all this, why didn’t you drag me from unconsciousness when I was in hospital after Kye died? I mean, Death—or the Reaper, or whoever the hell that shadowy cloak figure waiting for me was—could have snatched me at any time. Why didn’t you just pull me awake?”

“Because I can’t, just as the Reapers can’t.” He hesitated. “Or in their cases, won’t. The soul has to make the choice to leave the body before either of us can act.”

Well, I guess that was a comforting thought.

Across the road, two ambulance officers appeared, with a stretcher between them. On it was a woman and, even from here, I could hear the ragged sound of her breathing. But she lived, and I guess that was something.

But I couldn’t help wondering just how many others had died. Suddenly, I had to know. Besides, I needed to thank Cass, and make sure she was okay.

I blew out a breath and forced myself to get off his lap. He let me go but kept one hand close, and it was just as well because the street suddenly decided to do a drunken dance around me.

“Damn,” I said, grabbing at his arm for support. “The silver has really drained me.”

“You need to go home—”

“I will,” I interrupted, “but after I talk to Cole.”

“That’s fine.” He slipped his hand under my elbow. “We’ll just go talk to him together. And then I’ll drive you home.”

“I thought you didn’t come in your car?”

“I didn’t.” He gave me an amused glance as he escorted me across the street. “But it’s not far away, either. And I’m quite capable of driving yours.”

“You can’t leave your car, because the local street kids will either redecorate or steal it. And I’m not leaving mine for the same reason.” I patted his hand. “If you’re that worried about me, you can follow me home.”

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. I could feel his a

We walked up the steps and into the building. The smell of blood, sex, and fear mingled with the scent of antiseptic, creating a cloying mix that stuck in my throat and made me cough. I dug out my badge and flashed it toward the crime scene recorder set up just above the doorway, then stepped over the blanketed figure lying between the main entrance and the waiting area. Frankie had obviously been one of the first killed. And if the bulge evident on the side of his hip was anything to go by, he hadn’t even fully drawn his weapon before he’d been shot.

There were two more bodies in the waiting area, one woman and one man. Both had taken a shot to the head at close range. I moved through into the next room, and found Cole squatting beside yet another woman.

“Gunshot to the chest,” he said u

But only after Jack had extracted the information he needed. “How many dead?”

“Seven. The guard by the door, two in the front room, this poor lass, and three others who were ru

Meaning T.J. and the women I’d told to stay hidden had survived. That was something. “Did you round up the brothel owner? He was here, as well, and he’s the one they were after.”

“He’s scampered, but we’ll track him down easily enough.”

If we didn’t, then the organization behind all this would. If T.J. had any sense, he’d come to that same conclusion and turn himself in. Even so, I reached into my pocket and drew out the scrap of paper Cass had given me earlier. “Here is his address. You might as well add it to your report, because I need to rest before I write up mine.”

He nodded and slipped the piece of paper into an evidence bag. I glanced around at the sound of footsteps, and watched another two ambulance officers walk a stretcher past. This time, the person on it was in a bag. I hadn’t saved them all. I couldn’t have saved them all, and yet some small part of me regretted that. Qui