Golden Bell

Golden Bell

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By:  Autumn DawnOngoing
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Dark Lovers: Book 4 The Golden Bell You can bring them in from the wild, but you can't always tame them. Fallon is a man with a bloody past, and a rough and ready way with justice. Rain is a woman on the run, and now she's under his command. She's outsmarted men before, but is she woman enough to handle him?

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It hurt. Rain glanced over her shoulder, crouched on the gritty alley floor. The fall had skinned her palms and knees, and the wounds stung. But they were coming; she could hear them over the sounds of midnight traffic, though she didn’t try to peer into the glare of streetlights. She ran.

Breathless, trembling with adrenaline and exhaustion, she forced herself into a stumbling lope. Her sweat-soaked jeans and t-shirt had turned clammy, adding to the misery. She would have loved to ditch her ragged jacket and pack, but didn’t dare; they comprised all of her worldly goods, and she needed them in the chill London fog.

Scaling the chain link fence at the end of the alley was easy, evading the snarling Doberman who went for her throat was not. With no time for regret, she gave it a hearty kick, sprinted across the lawn and jumped, grabbing the top of the ornate stone fence. She swung her legs up and slipped over, barely making it before the dog sunk teeth into her.

Another empty alley.

Stink rose to assault her nostrils, and she groaned. Thanks, Fido. If she didn’t watch it, her hunters would smell her coming. To add insult to injury, she started to sneeze. Great. Wonderful time for canine allergies to strike.

Trying to catch her breath, she moved cautiously down the white-lit brick canyon, praying she’d lost them. She sneezed again, tried to muffle it. She was so tired. The next time she fell, she might not get up.

Listening, straining her preternaturally keen ears to catch any noise, she searched for sounds of pursuit. Finding none, she slowly relaxed and sank against the chilly wall, ignoring the trash at her feet. She’d made it.

Suddenly light exploded into the alley. Deafened by the shouts of men and barking dogs, blinded by the sudden glow, Rain saw death coming and despaired.

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“Wake up!”

A slap accompanied the brutal voice, jerking Rain from the comfort of darkness. Moaning, she pried open her eyes and blinked at the murky cell. She didn’t remember coming there, but she did recall being jabbed with something. Cuffs bound her wrists behind her, and her rear was planted on a hard wooden chair. Did they mean to question her? The word torture flitted across her mind, and she shuddered. Please, God, no!

Her tormentor, a scarred blighter in working class clothes, took a narrow-eyed look at her and glanced at the other man in the cell, an older gentleman in a suit. What hair he had left was iron gray, perfectly matching the winter coldness in his faded blue eyes. He looked her over and smiled without humor. “Rain, is it? Daughter of Rian Miller?”

She shivered. “Who are you?”

The smile-that-wasn’t curved his lips again. “Taught you some unusual things, didn’t he? Lock picking, shooting…how to run and how to hide.”

Nervous now, she felt the cold sweat start again. Her father had been dead for a year; killed by the very people she now suspected held her, but few people had really known him, known what he was. These people were not so blissfully ignorant.

By the chill satisfaction in his eyes, he was enjoying her torment. “I have a few questions for you, my dear. Rory!”

A tall, dark man entered at his command, favoring the gent with a cold look. “I’m not deaf, Trent.”

“Mr. Trent,” the scarred one said aggressively, stepping toward him.

Mr. Trent held up his hand, stopping his goon. To Rory he said, “Question her.”

Rory sent a cold look her way. “Question is all I’ll do. I’m getting bloody sick of your games, Mr. Trent.”

“Strive to remember what happens when you fail me,” Mr. Trent said coldly, “and remember who gets hurt.”

His lip curled, but Rory turned to Rain. Softening a little, he asked gently, “What’s your name, love?”

Rain hadn’t lived twenty-two years without seeing some good-looking men. This one, however, put them all to shame. Black hair, deep green eyes and a face to make an angel weep were temptation enough, but there was something more, something she couldn’t place. Did he wear cologne? That had to be it, for a scent of tempting power hung about him, though she’d never known a fragrance to addle her so. Just breathing it made her tired blood stir, and the longer he stood by her, the worse the sensation became. Sex in a bottle, her muddled brain exclaimed, trying dimly for a warning, but whatever it was telling her became lost in his eyes.

The goon said something to Mr. Trent. The haze she was under dulled their words, but she thought she heard the goon say, “This one’s got it bad.”

Rory smirked at her, but the scent messed with her perceptions, because her heart insisted it was an expression of sympathy. “I don’t think we’ll be needing these, will we?” he said, moving slowly around her to touch her cuffs. She felt a key slide into the cuffs and they fell away, granting her blessed freedom. Rubbing her aching arms, she felt gratitude swell. “Thank you.”

Rory looked her over. “What’s a sweet thing like you done to get yourself in this mess? Don’t you have mates who will be looking for you?”

In the background, she could hear the goon telling Mr. Trent, “I’ll bet he asks for this one when he’s done. She’d be a looker if she cleaned up, and our Rory does like to have his fun before you dispose of them.”

She heard, but the words meant nothing. So long as she could smell Rory, feel the thunder in her blood from breathing him in, nothing else mattered. “Friends…no, I have no friends.”

Rory frowned. “How can that be? A nice girl like you must have lots of friends. What about your father’s mates? Won’t they help you?”

She thought, very willing to tell him everything she knew. “I…I haven’t seen anyone since my father died.”

He smiled comfortingly. “But you know where they are, right? Those mates of his?” He glanced at Trent, then moved closer to whisper in her ear, “I can help you. Tell me where to find your father’s friends, and I can help them find you.”

The touch of his mouth against her ear sent shockwaves down her spine. Longing seized her. Just let him touch her…

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It hurt. Rain glanced over her shoulder, crouched on the gritty alley floor. The fall had skinned her palms and knees, and the wounds stung. But they were coming; she could hear them over the sounds of midnight traffic, though she didn’t try to peer into the glare of streetlights. She ran.Breathless, trembling with adrenaline and exhaustion, she forced herself into a stumbling lope. Her sweat-soaked jeans and t-shirt had turned clammy, adding to the misery. She would have loved to ditch her ragged jacket and pack, but didn’t dare; they comprised all of her worldly goods, and she needed them in the chill London fog.Scaling the chain link fence at the end of the alley was easy, evading the snarling Doberman who went for her throat was not. With no time for
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“Like animals for him, I hear. Scream and scratch while he’s riding him, and beg for more, they say. Makes me wish I were the charmer. Lucky bloke.”“Shut up! And make sure that recorder is working. We want to get every name.”Blocking her view of the men with his body, Rory hunched down to her level, tracing the skin of her face with one finger. “Tell me the names, sweetheart. Tell me how to find them.”It was too much. Breathless, desperate to please him, she opened her mouth. “My father’s cousin used to live in…”An enormous blast shook the cell, oblite
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True to his word, he was in the kitchen, stirring something in a wok. Ignoring her flash of awareness at the sight of his muscular back, and the way he turned and looked her over slowly, as if surprised, she cleared her throat. “Mind if I borrow this?” At his slight headshake, she took his bottle of olive oil and spread a drop on her palms, rubbing it on her face and hands. “Dry skin,” she explained at his curious look.Nodding, he gestured to the kitchen island and a plate of raw fruit and veggies. “Help yourself. This will be done in a minute.”Fallon was surprised. He’s suspected she’d clean up well, but he hadn’t expected sable hair that gently waved down to a trim little waist. Baggy clothes and sweat-streaked
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“What’s wrong?”“I lost my toothbrush.”He choked, probably on a laugh. “We’ll get you another one.”“Are there any banks open? Trent and his buddies didn’t bother to check my pockets, and I’ve got a little money I’d like to exchange.” Two shillings was a little money, after all.“I’ll take care of it for you. Wouldn’t you rather shower first? You’ve had a rough day.”Debating the merits of escaping him in a bank while exhausted, nearly penni
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True to his word, he was in the kitchen, stirring something in a wok. Ignoring her flash of awareness at the sight of his muscular back, and the way he turned and looked her over slowly, as if surprised, she cleared her throat. “Mind if I borrow this?” At his slight headshake, she took his bottle of olive oil and spread a drop on her palms, rubbing it on her face and hands. “Dry skin,” she explained at his curious look.Nodding, he gestured to the kitchen island and a plate of raw fruit and veggies. “Help yourself. This will be done in a minute.”Fallon was surprised. He’s suspected she’d clean up well, but he hadn’t expected sable hair that gently waved down to a trim little waist. Baggy clothes and sweat-streaked
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‘Nobody’ implied more than one attacker, perhaps more than one incident. When had it happened? After her father’s death, while she was on the run? She was too tightly wound now to question further, but there would be another time.It grated that any woman would be attacked, but bit even deeper with this one. She was under his protection now, whether she cared for it or not, and he took that responsibility seriously. She couldn’t stay on the edge she was walking, one wrong step, and the knife’s edge would cut her in two.Fortunately, he was a man of many talents. Taking care of women ranked among his best.They were finishing their meal as the doorbell rang. Excusing
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Giving her a look, he slipped the tools from her damp fingers and did the honors. Blinking in surprise, she slid into the room, unsurprised when he kept her picks.He drew her door key from his pocket and tossed it on the bedside table. “You’ll feel better having that, though there’s little point, is there?” He looked at the bed and his brows rose. Moving closer, he frowned at the piles of folded clothes and the foreign currency resting on top. He glanced at her.“I paid you back,” she said defensively. It wasn’t much money, but it was all she had.“Did you put a price on your rescue, too? I could present you with an itemized bill, if you like.&rdq
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Fallon relaxed a little more as she stared at Kirk, comprehension emerging. Certain she was no longer going to attack, he moved off her, sitting beside her on the chaise. “Bad dreams. What were you dreaming of?”She slowly sat up, shivering. The borrowed shirt barely covered her thighs, and it was cool by the window. “The night my father died.”Fallon snagged the throw blanket and covered her. “What happened?”“We were swarmed with Haunt. My father sensed something and made me go down the emergency chute. He didn’t have time to follow without being seen. I didn’t dare go back because they were watching the house. I saw what happened through t
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ay, “Too young, too green, too available, my friend. This one will trip you up yet.”Uncomfortably aware of just how well Kirk knew his usual tastes, his usual liaisons, Fallon frowned and concentrated on eating. He’d seen what a fresh young thing had done to his jaded friends; not that it was a fate to fear, but it certainly wasn’t something he had time for. As an ambassador between worlds, he wasn’t looking for a young consort, and this one carried a lot of baggage.Baggage that was going to get publicly rifled through in about fifteen minutes.He waited until she finished her toast before speaking. “The Council of Elders will be meeting very shortly. It’s a video con
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“Interesting revelation, but to my mind it makes little difference. You’ve got our blood. As rare and impossible as that may seem, when combined with your susceptibility to the male charmer, it makes you our responsibility. I do not believe you will be happy here. Indeed, it’s clear that you’ve been miserable for some time. I move to extradite you to the Dark Lands.” One by one, the Elders voted to send her through the gate, sealing her fate.Her lips parted on a silent protest. They were crazy! She was not about to meekly go along, dumbly complying with their stupid decree. She knew nothing about the Dark Lands, only that it had a creepy name and was inhabited by a race of beings her father had warned her wouldn’t appreciate her existence. Gritting her teeth, she fought the urge to tell them where they cou
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