Kate Pearce - Death Bringer

San Francisco

Brad Dailey woke to sunlight streaming through open blinds and wondered where the hell he was. The last thing he remembered was a bar in the city, being dumped by his chick and ending up talking to the bartender and the only other guy left in the place. Nice guys whod drunk with him until he couldnt remember the girls name, let alone why hed liked her in the first place.

Her loss.

He swallowed, and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth like spit to an envelope. What the fuck had he ended up drinking? He was going to have the hangover from hell, and he was due in class at ten. He grabbed his cell phone and squinted at the numbers. It was already nine thirty. Even if he busted a gut, hed never get there in time.

But he had to go. Dr. Blinz was a bastard. Hed be chucked out of the class if he didnt show up again, and his parents would kill him. With superhuman effort, he rolled out of bed and staggered toward the bathroom. First, he needed to pee real bad. That accomplished, he turned on the faucets and faced his reflection in the mirror.

And screamed.

What do you mean, I cant spend the night?

Ignoring the interested glances of the other passengers on the packed Blue & Gold ferry to Tiburon, Ella glared right back at Vadim.

You cant.

Why not?

Because you havent asked nicely, and I dont like being taken for granted. We might be stuck together for life, but it doesnt mean you own me or anything. She walked away from him and looked back at the city. The incoming fog crawling in under the Golden Gate Bridge was slowly swallowing up the gray, square lines and glinting glass buildings.

Then why didnt you say something when I got on this damn boat with you?

He was right behind her again. His voice was quiet, but fury emanated from every pore. He wore a long dark coat and blue cashmere scarf that screamed Italian designer. Tendrils of his black hair danced coyly in the breeze, caressing his awesome cheekbones. He might look like a model in the middle of a photo shoot, but he was much more than a pretty face.

She shrugged. I dont know where youre living. I assumed you must have moved over here.

I havent moved anywhere. When the hell did I have time to do that? Alexei left for Russia this evening. I paid off his extortionate bill, but kept my room on.

Well, thats lucky. You can stay on the ferry and go right back again.

You know damn well that this is the last one tonight.

She swiveled to face him, her arms crossed over her chest. Then you know what you can do, dont you?

Whats that, Ms. Walsh? He moved so close that she could see into his dark blue eyes. So much bluer than the murky waters of the bay, and so much more dangerous too... His gaze flashed black, and her pulse jumped in her throat.

You can use magic, Morosov, and fly away home.

Yes, I can. He slowly let out his breath. What I dont understand is what the hell is wrong with you. Youve been treating me like dirt all day.

Whats new? He didnt lighten up, and she looked away from his intense gaze. I just need an evening to myself, thats all.

Silence greeted her remark. She concentrated on maintaining her mental shields, even though if he really wanted to get through them, he could do it with ease.

You nearly died yesterday.

So?

Weve spent the last twenty-four hours being debriefed by the SBLE authorities, and now I want to sleep for a hundred years. With you.

Its not just your decision, is it? She hunched a shoulder at him. Oh, for Gods sake, Morosov, dont get all primitive and possessive. I really cant handle it at the moment.

You cant handle it, period. Thats why you dont want me here. Youre scared.

And you arent?

At least Im trying to deal with it.

Well, good for you.

The ferry slowed and shuddered against the pull of the tide as, engines churning, it turned clumsily toward the dock. Seagulls flew off the sea wall to encircle the craft, looking for rich pickings from the tourists.

Ella pushed past Vadim and walked over to the stairs that led to the lower deck. She stomped down them and joined the line of passengers ready to exit the boat the moment it docked. She felt rather than saw him fall in behind her.

Go away, Morosov.

Im just getting off the ferry.

And then what will you do? Sit on the beach all night?

If I have to.

The older woman in the line in front of Ella turned around. Is he annoying you, dear? Do you want me to call the cops? Her gaze drifted up to Vadims. Wow, hes really cute. Are you sure you dont want him, because Id take him off your hands in a second.

Be my guest. Ella smiled at the woman. Hes almost house-trained.

Ms. Walsh.

There was a definite note of warning in Vadims tone, but when had that ever stopped her? She turned her attention to the deckhand who was opening the gate and shuffled forward with the rest of the weary commuters. The salty air hit her like a shot of tequila, and she breathed it in. After twenty-four hours stuck at the Supernatural Branch of Law Enforcement, shed wanted to scream. Only the thought that her testimony would put on record who had been killing empaths had made her stay and endure the endless, repetitive questions from a bunch of morons who should know better.

Agreed.

Vadims voice echoed in her head. Damn, she must be tired if she couldnt keep him out at this stage of the evening. She stumbled on the uneven deck, and he attempted to catch her elbow. She jerked away and almost fell again.

Ella, let me help you. Youre weaving around like a drunk.

Im fine. Go away.

He took hold of her arm and spun her around to face him. Im not going anywhere. Im taking you home, where we will go to sleep. If you want to continue this discussion in the morning, when were both refreshed, Ill be more than willing to do so. He paused. Are you mimicking me?

I cant help it. You get so polite and Russian when youre pissed with me.

He let go of her and looked down at the ground. I cant do this right now. Can we just go home?

Without giving him a direct answer, she set off along the coastal path and up the hill, toward her basement apartment. Things really were bad if they didnt have the energy to fight with each other. He followed her silently, his breathing even, his presence a comfort she refused to acknowledge.

She still couldnt deal with the fact that she was a) alive and b) mated to an enigma. Shed confidently expected to go nuts in a week, when she turned twenty-seven. It happened to empaths. Shed assumed it would happen to her and had lived her whole life accordingly. But in a strange twist of fate, shed ended up with Mr. Im not quite human GQ.

She snorted. Strike that. He wasnt human at all. He was Fae fucking royalty.

Whats wrong?

Shed stopped walking and was breathing hard through her nose.

Nothing!

Perhaps it was a good idea to let him spend the night. When shed rested, shed make sure to interrogate him thoroughly about his family in Otherworld before she let him eat or have sex with her ever again.

Not that she needed to have sex with him like she needed her next breath.

Do you want a push up the hill?

Im fine, thank you. She kept walking, her gaze fixed on the looming Victorian house with its white railings, steep steps and gabled roofline.

Ill get the door.

He disappeared ahead of her. Could she do that now? Use magic to get stuff done? She hadnt actually asked Vadim how much of his power she could control and manipulate, now that they were bonded. Shed tried not to ask him anything at all.