As soon as Victor was settled in the infirmary, Bella collected a handful of supplies from Clara and headed out to find Darian. Victor clearly wasn't happy about it, but he didn't try to stop her. He was far more lenient with where she went since his return, and now she knew why. Darian had always been able to track her through the mark. Now Victor could. She ran all the way upstairs and knocked on Darian's door. There was no answer the third time she tried knocking, and she was beginning to think he'd gone off somewhere when she heard an exasperated, “Whad'you want?” from the other side. “It's Bella,” Bella called through the door. “I gathered that. No one else is as annoyingly persistent as you are.” He was mad at her. Good. Mad was better than devastated. “I know you're not going to see Clara, so she sent me up with some supplies.” “She picked a bad messenger,” he muttered. His voice was closer, though, and a few seconds later, the do
Victor was already knee-deep in his workday when Bella found him, so she made herself scarce. It was a relief that he was no longer insistent someone had to be watching her at all times. She also knew that if she was around him for more than five minutes, she was doomed to spill Darian's secret. She still wasn't sure if she should tell anyone, but there was enough time before nightfall to decide. In the interim, Bella chose to keep herself as busy as possible. Finding the laundry room in the basement was easy enough. Brendan had come through and delivered the hamper, but it sat in a sea of laundry that hadn't been touched in weeks. Taking care of the mundane chore proved to be a nice distraction and for the first time, she felt like she was doing something useful in the Lodge. While the clothes were going, she decided to explore the rest of that corner of the basement. There was a supply closet just off the laundry room, filled with everything from excess pantry g
Bella's hands shook as she stepped back from the chair. She stood there for long enough to lose sight of the passage of time until Victor rushed into the room. “Bella! What's wrong?” he demanded, snatching the stake out of her hand first, as if he thought she might use it on herself. She showed him the letter, and his eyes widened as he began to read. “This is bullshit,” he snarled, slamming it down on the table. “How the hell did he get in here?!” “He walked in, Victor! He's not a vampire, he's undetectable to the others,” she reminded him. “Not for long,” he muttered. “This entire place is getting locked down. No one else gets in or out, not Prentice, not anyone.” “Have you seen Darian?” Bella asked suddenly. “What? No, not since this morning.” “I have to warn him,” she said, running out of the room. Victor's footsteps were right behind her. “Wait, warn him about what?” “Prentice is threatening the pack, and everyone els
“Like I was saying.” Bella looked intently at Ulric. “These people are in danger because of me. I have to do something.” “I agree,” he said, tapping his fingers together as he always did when thinking deeply. “We'll bring them here. I'll send someone out tonight to get them.” “Let me go,” she said, standing. “This is my fault, no one else should have to be put in danger.” He gave her a look. “You know damn well neither Victor nor I are going to let you step foot out of the Lodge.” “You read the letter, Prentice doesn't want to kill me,” she insisted. “Not yet.” “She has a point,” said Hunter. “She's reckless, but she has a point.” Ulric gave them both a withering stare. “I'll go get them myself, starting with Maverick.” “I'll go,” said Brendan, stepping into the study. “Does anyone knock?” Ulric groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You could at least try to pretend you weren't eavesdropping.” “I've never been a
Bella's face grew warm, but the taste of human blood was too good to dwell on her embarrassment or the fact that Hunter and Victor were watching her. The chilled temperature kept it from tasting stale and while it was certainly nothing compared to blood fresh from the vein, it didn't conjure up the unsettling urge to rip someone's throat out, either. The bag was drained in less than a minute, and Bella only realized she had stopped breathing when she started panting once she was done. Embarrassment set in once the thirst was under control, and she discreetly tried to wipe a droplet of blood off the corner of her mouth. “I guess that answers that question,” said Victor. “What question?” “Whether you could survive off of bagged blood, at least temporarily,” he replied. “She could potentially survive off of no blood,” said Hunter, falling into one of the chairs. “The problem is, she'd snap and kill a bunch of people before w
Victor and Bella sat in uninterrupted silence while they waited for the others in Ulric's study. Bella's anger over the vampire situation was beginning to take a backseat to concern for Ulric and Brendan. They had both been gone less than an hour, but even a minute outside the artificial safety of the Lodge walls seemed like too much of a risk. “I'm going to wait downstairs,” Bella said, running to the door before he could forbid her from that, too. Victor's footsteps followed close behind her, but no command was issued. Bella took up her post leaning against the front desk, waiting for the front door to open and hoping desperately for it to be one or both of them. Everyone else should have been inside after Ulric's mandatory curfew. Victor sat in one of the big leather armchairs by the fire and already appeared deep in thought. Bella watched the door for a while longer, and the next time she looked in his general direction, he was staring at her. Gazing, really.
Bella gulped, looking toward the door. Ulric's absence was growing all the more ominous. Victor rose and looked at the door, too. Their eyes met with a look of mutual concern before he turned back to Brendan. “Come on, you need a shower and some rest.” Brendan looked back at Maverick forlornly. “I can't leave him.” “We'll look after him,” Victor said, patting Brendan's back. “If the hunters come, you need to be strong in body and mind to protect him. We'll discuss what it all means tomorrow with Ulric, but for tonight, you rest.” It was a friendly command, but a command nonetheless.Brendan nodded reluctantly and wandered over to the staircase. With one last forlorn glance at Maverick, he climbed the stairs and disappeared.“What was that all about?” Bella asked, concerned.“The short version is, Hall has been abusing Maverick, and Brendan walked in on it happening. He thinks Maverick is his soulmate and he's known about it for some time, but he's been suppressi
Bella stifled a scream at the sound of Hunter's voice. He was leaning on the hood of the truck, arms crossed and smirking. She glanced behind him to make sure no one else had followed. “Relax, you practically invented sneaking out after curfew. I'm not here to snitch, but I do want in.”“Just get in,” Bella hissed.He opened the driver's side door, chucked Darian's suitcase into the bed of the truck, and climbed inside. “So are we going to clean up that douche's body or to find your friend?”“To find my friend. Or both. I haven't thought that far ahead, but you were eavesdropping?”“Well, yeah. I just got here, how else am I supposed to know what's going on?” he snorted. “We can talk on the way, let's just get out of the lot before her entourage gets wind of her great escape.”Bella took his advice and pulled onto the grass to pick up the driveway at a later point that wasn't quite as visible. The hill was rough, but Darian's old truck handled it like a champ. Maybe it was
Bella froze when she realized what she was doing and tossed the pieces in the empty bread basket to hide the evidence. “Sorry,” she murmured, blushing. “You uh, get my blood boiling.”“I can tell,” he said, blinking. He looked down at his hands. “I'm sorry. I had no idea I was that intolerable.”“But you're not,” Bella said earnestly. “You make me angrier than anyone else, but you also make me laugh more than anyone else. You push me, sometimes to the brink of sanity, but she's a better person when she's with him. He's all of those annoying things, but he's also sweet and funny and protective and so compassionate toward the other members of the pack. He's a natural-born leader, and a good one. Whenever she sees the way he is with the other wolves, the way he cares for them and puts their needs above his own without even thinking, she falls a little more in love with him.” He stared at her in shock. “You love me? And you're admitting that freely?”Bella laughed, embarrassed. T
Bella reached across the table and rested her hand on his forearm. “You make it sound like I'm the one who's out of your league and not the other way around.” His eyebrows knit into a perplexed frown. He finally relaxed as if he'd given up trying to figure out whatever it was that was bothering him. “You are. Even aside from the fact that you're probably one of the mythological creatures our entire religion is based on, I don't deserve you. Neither does he, but I'm a big enough man to admit that Vic is a hell of a lot closer to being worthy of you than I am.” “Don't be so sure about that,” Bella said with a wry smile. “You both have your positive qualities.” “And negative ones, I'm sure.” Bella smiled wider.“Well, let's have it. Give me the side-by-side analysis,” he said, sitting back and folding his hands studiously on the table in front of him since he had already finished his meal.She laughed, but stopped abruptly when she realized he wasn't kidding. “You're
Bella reached across the table and rested her hand on his forearm. “You make it sound like I'm the one who's out of your league and not the other way around.” His eyebrows knit into a perplexed frown. He finally relaxed as if he'd given up trying to figure out whatever it was that was bothering him. “You are. Even aside from the fact that you're probably one of the mythological creatures our entire religion is based on, I don't deserve you. Neither does he, but I'm a big enough man to admit that Vic is a hell of a lot closer to being worthy of you than I am.” “Don't be so sure about that,” Bella said with a wry smile. “You both have your positive qualities.” “And negative ones, I'm sure.” Bella smiled wider.“Well, let's have it. Give me the side-by-side analysis,” he said, sitting back and folding his hands studiously on the table in front of him since he had already finished his meal.She laughed, but stopped abruptly when she realized he wasn't kidding. “You're
“Not sweet, innocent Clara,” Bella said doubtfully. “Oh, I've caught Jason coming out of her apartment once or twice.” “Jason and Clara?” Bella blanched. “But he's so... He chuckled at her reaction. “I know. Doubt he's her type, but the moon makes everyone go crazy, especially unmated fleurs. The rest of us try to stick to our subs, but what happens on a full moon stays on a full moon.”“Until now,” Bella reminded him. “You just told me.”“Hey, you didn't hear it from me.”Bella grinned mischievously. “Nope. I'm thinking now I own you.”“I don't go that way, kiddo. Not even for you,” he scoffed. “Now, if you ever decide you want a new master...”“My contract with Victor isn't exclusive. And don't try to change the subject.”“Sheesh. Okay, fine. It's probably already pretty obvious, but Brendan and Clarence don't just take care of Foster's emotional needs. They share him as a sub, but there's no relationship there otherwise. I'm pretty sure even that's tapered off since
"Are all the others out?" Bella asked, noting that the lot was almost empty. "Most of them," he said. "Clara and your dad are still around, as usual. Vic has been holed up in his office all day. Hunter and Clarence are still frolicking in the woods somewhere. Brendan was heading out with Maverick last I heard and uh, I think I saw Sarah with Jason." Anger started to boil inside Bella, but it couldn't take hold for some reason. "Oh, whatever," she muttered. "As long as she's leaving Dad alone." He glanced at her as he turned onto the road that led past campus. "That's a surprisingly zen attitude you got there." "I'm trying out a new approach to life," Bella said, admiring the heavily forested path. He shrugged. "Hey, I'm not complaining as long as you're okay.""I'm okay," Bella said. For the first time in a long time, she meant it.No one said a word for the rest of the ride. Darian took them into the city, or at least what passed for one in their little section o
A knock at the door jolted Bella awake from the most delightful nap. Despite the dull throbbing in her head, she woke feeling more refreshed and alive than she had in recent memory. “Be right there,” she called, yawning as she sat up. Her head spun a bit once she got to her feet, but it wasn't bad enough to make her stagger.On her way to the door, she noticed something strange about her room. All her stuff was there, but it looked like half of the room had been cleared out. Before the thought could trouble her too much, she remembered that Victor had probably just come for the remainder of his old things. She did have his old room, after all. Strange that he wouldn't have mentioned it, though.She shrugged it off and pulled the door open to find Darian waiting on the other side. At least, she thought it was Darian. The man before her had lightly slicked back hair, a stark contrast from his usual tousled brown locks. He wasn't wearing a suit or anything, but for Darian, a gray b
When Bella turned around, he was walking toward her calmly. She pressed herself against the door and struggled to slow her fluttering pulse as she looked around the room for escape. The window was too far to reach, and even if she did somehow manage to escape, she would only be prolonging the inevitable. Once Victor set his mind on something, no matter how horrible that something was, he got it. It briefly occurred to her that maybe that was why he was doing this. Maybe he thought his will had been strong enough to conquer her own and that removing all traces of it was the only way she would truly be free to choose. “I'm sorry, pup. I didn't want this to be a traumatic experience,” he murmured. “I was planning on waiting until tomorrow night, but it's just as well that I don't have time to talk myself out of this.” “Please don't do this,” she begged for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I don't want to forget you.” “You won't forget me,” he said softly. “J
“Of course,” Bella said, startled that he felt like he had to ask. “Well, I know you didn't like him so I just thought...” He trailed off, losing his enthusiasm for a moment. “Thank you. It would mean a lot to have you there. Victor is coming, and he said your dad would probably want to come, too.” He glanced toward the stairs. “I'll let you go; I have to find Brendan.” “He's probably still out with the others celebrating, but I know he was planning on seeing if you wanted to go out later,” Bella said carefully. “Oh, darn. I wanted to invite him, but I'll just have to wait until later. Bye, Bella!” he waved, already halfway down the hall. “Bye, Mav.” Bella waved back, mystified. Barely recovered from the macabre interaction, she knocked on Victor's office door and waited for permission before she entered. “Aren't you supposed to be with him?” was his immediate response. “Hi to you, too,” Bella muttered, walking over to his desk.He gave her an apologetic sm
“I'm fine,” Bella lied, brushing past her. She grabbed Bella's arm before she could head up the stairs. “You're a terrible liar,” she said, sounding a bit disappointed. “You get that from your father, obviously. Tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help.” “I went out to watch the others shift,” Bella said, leaning on the railing. “Now there's an all-American pastime,” she said, casting a lustful glance in the direction of the forest. “Honey, trust me, if your boy toys are upset about you sneaking a little peek at the competition, they probably don't have the equipment for the job in the first place.” “That's not it!” Bella snapped. “And they both have plenty of equipment for the—they're both well equipped, okay?” Bella stammered. “That's not what this is about.” “No?” She blinked. “Then what?” “I left the Lodge by myself. Months ago, Victor put a mental block up that would keep me from leaving the Lodge without permission,” Bella said. “It was our trade