L.L. Foster - The Kindred

God please, not now.

For long minutes, what began to feel like an eternity, Gabrielle Cody fought the inevitable. Naked on Luthers king-sized bed, she stretched taut as sweat beaded on her skin and her teeth locked.

The agony grew.

And she fought it.

As her heart pounded too hard in her chest, she repeatedly fisted her hands, clenching and unclenching the smooth, clean sheets beneath her. Exiguous moonlight snaked through a part in his heavy bedroom drapes, sending a silvery dart to cross the floor and crawl, with painstaking slowness, up the wall.

Clean. Organized. Masculine. Everything about Luthers home, a real home, felt nice, smelled nice.

So inappropriate to the likes of her.

That Gaby could hear Luther in the bathroom finishing up a hot shower was the only salvation, the only measure to fight the staggering call. It dragged at her, commanding acceptance, gnarling her muscles, relentless in its claim on her.

She squeezed her eyes shut and thought of Luther, remembered his pleasure as shed capitulated to his demands.

Demands to join him, to try for a normal lifeto give them, as a couple, a chance.

He was a fool. She was a fool for accepting even the slightest possibility of a normal life, a real relationship.

Before excusing himself for the shower hed smiled at her, thrilled to have her in his home, anticipation bright in his eyes. Luther thought hed gotten his way. He thought he had Gaby where he wanted her.

Be careful what you wish for.

Another shaft of pain pierced her. It was always this waythe bid to fulfill her duty was a wrenching agony she couldnt fight. Whenever shed tried, the pain had grown insurmountable.

As it did now.

Sweat trickled down her temple to soak into Luthers pillow. Already shed soiled his fine home. If she stayed, shed turn his entire existence black with depravity.

Her breath caught as the shower turned off. Luther would not expect to find her in his bed. No, he thought she was downstairs, waiting, where she should have been, where hed left her. He wanted to go slow, to give her time.

But, God knew, time wasnt always something she had.

Tonight, right now, her time had run out before shed even begun.

Damn her plight. Damn her duty.

For so long now, Detective Luther Cross had tried to worm his way into her dysfunctional, psychotic lifeand shed resisted.

With good reason.

No matter his claims of knowing her, of accepting her and her strange eccentricities. He might think he had an inkling of what she did as a paladin, and why, but he didnt, not really. He couldnt.

Why had she come here?

Tears, salty and hot, trickled along her temples, mingling with the sweat. Her body strained as she tried to find just a few minutes more, just enough time to have Luther. Once. A memory she could keep forever . . .

But the relentless pull and drag on her senses, the encompassing pain that twisted and curdled inside her told her to stop being fanciful.

Should she leave without telling him? Make a clean break of it and let him wonder, let him worry?

Let him give up. On her.

On them.

Or should she try trusting him?

No, no never that. She couldnt.

The pain lashed her, impatient for obedience, and Gaby knew she couldnt resist it any longer. As she sat up, she cried outand the bathroom door opened.

Luther stepped out, buck naked, tall and strong and oddly beautiful for a man. That stunning golden aura swirled around him, bright with optimism, with the promise of all that was good.

All that was the opposite of her.

Seeing her, he drew up short, stared for a moment. His hot gaze moved over her body, but not with lust as much as concern. Gaby?

I was waiting . . . She gasped, nearly doubled over with the physical torment of the calling. For you. I was willing, Luther. I was anxious. But . . . She staggered to her feet, unseeing, choked with the need for haste. But now I have to go.

He remained steadfast, still, watching her. Where?

How could he remain so composed, so . . . detached, in the face of what she was, what she had to do? I dont know yet.

She fumbled for her shirt and dragged it on.

Words hurt. Leaving felt like death.

But she was a paladin, and being interested in a man, even a man as irreproachable as Luther, didnt change that.

Luther didnt ask any more questions, he just dried with the speed of a man on a missionall the while keeping his gaze glued to the naked parts of her.

To her shock, he said, Im coming with you.

Dont be fucking stupid. She stepped into jeans, almost fell, and had to stop, had to gnash her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut in an attempt to contain the overpowering draw, but she knew the only relief would be to give in.

And she wouldonce she was away from Luther.

It was his nearness now that made the pain bearable at all, that gave her the opportunity to delay, to explain. I work alone.

Not tonight, you dont. Already dressed in a black T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, he reached for her. His hand touched her face, smoothed back her damp hair and some of the awful, distorting agony dissipated.

How could he affect her so strongly? How could a simple touch from him alleviate the agony?

Almost sad, definitely accepting, he reiterated, Not tonight.

From the day shed met him, hed always influenced her this way, bringing clarity in the midst of the turbulent summons, easing her misery, calming her heart.

With the short reprieve, Gaby slapped his hand aside and after stepping into her sandals, grabbed up her knife. She secured it in a sheath at her back. Ill say it once, Luther. Stay out of my way.

And then, unable to resist any longer, she gave herself over to her duty.

Once accepted, it lashed through her, jarring her body, rolling her eyes back, straining her spine. On the periphery of her senses, she felt Luther there, not touching her, not deterring her, but keeping pace as she moved forward, out of his bedroom, out of his houseand into the hell that was her life.

She raced so quickly that Luther could barely keep up. The seconds it took him to lock his front door almost allowed her to get away. Ignoring the blustery morning air and lack of sunshine, he trotted across his lawn after her. Fallen leaves scuttled over his shoes. The autumn air nipped.

Gaby never noticed. She was impervious to the weather, and to his calls for her to wait.

When Gaby started past his car, he finally caught up and dared touch her just long enough to suggest, Ill drive.

With her eyes unfocused, eerily vacant, she entered through the car door hed opened and sat with a sort of charged energy that had her teeth sawing together, her brows pinching, and her chest heaving.

Pained by the sight of her, Luther bolted around to the drivers side and got in as quickly as he could. He started the car, turned on his wipers to counter the heavy fog, and pulled out.

Other way, she said in a faraway voice, one that was hollow enough to send fingers of unease crawling up his nape.

Striving for calm, Luther turned the car, alternately looking at Gaby and watching the street. Dark clouds that shadowed the colors of changing leaves threatened a downpour. Itd be a cool, miserable dayperfect for his introduction into the arcane phenomena of Gabys mission.

The astonishment of seeing her naked, in his bed . . . well, she hadnt given him time to assimilate that, to get his visual fill before shed gone all ominous with recondite purpose.

Her features were now sharper, distorting the way hed seen before, but amplified beyond anything familiar. This, he realized, was Gaby in the zone. Shed warned him against seeing her like this, tried to prepare him, but the surreal qualities gripping her had no explanation other than supernatural.