Kristen Painter - Out for Blood

Paradise City, New Florida, 2067

Deep in sleep, Chrysabelle curled against a cold, steely form that paralleled her own. The oddness of that burrowed through her consciousness and tugged her toward the surface. She reached behind her. Her fingertips collided with a hard midsection.

A body. In her bed.

Years of comarr training kicked in. Coming awake, she twisted and looked directly into dark, familiar eyes. She stared, a thousand responses firing across her synapses, the foremost being relief. She blinked twice and shed the remnants of sleep enough to find words. Youre in my bed.

Mal nodded, irises sparking silver. I do have to sleep occasionally, you know. A lilting smile curved his mouth. Im glad you finally woke. How are you feeling?

She ignored the question, not sure enough of an answer to give him one, and pushed to a sitting position, gathering the coverlet around her. In doing so, she exposed him. He wore only pajama bottoms she didnt recognize. The names scrawled over his skin glared back from his chest and arms. Somehow she managed to look away, scooting to the edge of the bed until her toes touched plush ivory carpeting. How long have I been out?

Not long. About a day and a half.

She rubbed her forehead, then pushed the hair out of her eyes. Thats long enough. What happened? I dont remember much beyond going to see Atticus, then She squinted, trying to think. Shed gone to Dominics signumist to replace the signum Rennata had stripped off her back. Before that, theyd been in New Orleans, retrieving the ring of sorrows. Shed needed the rings sacred gold for her new signum. But her memory faded not long after shed lain down on Atticuss table. After the first puncture of his needle. She shook her head. Theres nothing after that.

Nothing? The bed moved as he shifted. Youre sure?

Positive. She kicked her foot out, rubbing her toe through the carpet fibers. The signum arching over her foot glinted back. Everything fades to black after Atticus started stitching the signum into me. She rolled her shoulders, examining the way her body felt. There was an eerie lack of pain. She turned to look at him. I take it you brought me back here when he was done?

Mal nodded. After Atticus said it was okay to move you. Velimai helped me get you settled.

Did anything else happen? I should be in pain. A lot of it. It takes longer than a day and a half to recover from new signum.

Yes, something else happened. Mal growled his displeasure. Not long after we got you into bed, you decided you were well enough to visit the Aurelian. I only found out because I smelled blood. Velimai and I had to break the door down. Thats when we discovered youd opened the portal on the bathroom floor. He shook his head, eyes flaring silver. Of all the foolish things. You should thank that wysper. She made me go after you

What? Chrysabelle cringed. Why didnt she remember any of this? You went through the portal again? You know what happened the last time

Chrysabelle, the Aurelian killed you. I found her cleaning blood off her sword and you on the floor, bleeding from a gut wound. No pulse. No breath. You were dead. He peered at her more intently. Or at least I thought you were.

Obviously, I wasnt. Or was she? That might explain why she couldnt remember anything. But how was she alive now? Besides, you knew I was going to go see her to find out as much about my brother as I could. That was the whole point of getting the signum. But how had she found the strength for a trip to the Aurelian so soon after getting them? There was no way she would have been healed enough for that. She hugged the coverlet a little tighter and turned to see him better. Do you know if she told me anything?

He looked down at the bed for a second, then shook his head slowly. You told me she knew your brothers name but wouldnt say it so you could hear it, or something like that. I wish things had gone differently for you. I really do. A black determination shone in his gaze. If I ever see the Aurelian again, I will kill her for what she did to you.

Fortunately, Mal would never get that chance, so his threat didnt worry her. Not telling me my brothers name isnt really a crime punishable by death.

She killed you. How is that not upsetting to you?

Chrysabelle spread one arm out wide. Do I look dead? You must have misunderstood what happened.

Tension tightened his jaw. I misunderstood nothing. I carried your lifeless body back here.

Maybe I just passed out.

And had no heartbeat and no breath? He rolled his eyes. Is cheating death a comarr power you never told me about?

No, of course not. She pulled her arm against her side and hunched her back, her skin suddenly too tight. The need to stretch was overwhelming. There has to be an explanation for what happened.

There is. You were dead. With a shake of his head, he lay down again and stared at the ceiling. Stop ignoring what happened.

But she wasnt ready for that truth. It implied things had gone wrong with the gold. That melting the ring of sorrows hadnt removed its power like it should have. If she didnt concede something to Mal, hed never let this conversation end. Ill admit everythings not a hundred percent right.

When is it ever? He shoved off the bed and padded across the room to stand by the French doors going out to the balcony. He pushed the curtains aside. The sun had just set, leaving the world awash in purple shadows. He peered out, then let the curtains drop and turned back to her, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he leaned against the doors.

She tossed the coverlet aside, wrapped the sheet around her like a strapless dress, and walked to him. Lets not go looking for trouble. I survived a killing blow. Thats something to be thankful for.

I agree, buthe shook his headyou dont seem like yourself.

Her brow furrowed. In what way?

The way you He shrugged. Its nothing, I guess. Just the leftover stress of it all. Never mind. Im sure youre fine.

She ignored his sarcasm. Absolutely. But she wasnt and she knew it. He was giving her an out, but he didnt believe his words any more than she did, and that knowledge hung in the air between them. A shard of thought pierced her mind, but it was a shadowy, hollow awareness she wasnt ready to acknowledge. And telling Mal her suspicions would only mean hed rant and rave. That would solve nothing. What was she going to do? Have the signum removed from her skin because of a hunch? Having them torn out once was enough.

Youre still a bad liar.

She tried to smile. See? Nothings changed. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. Im starving.

His eyes went completely silver. He turned toward the balcony as his face shifted into the hard, angled mask of a noble vampire.

She lifted her chin. So are you. I felt how cold you were when you were beside me.

He kept his eyes focused on the horizon. Im fine.

Now whos the liar? The urge to touch him, to soothe him, surged through her. Instead, she walked back to the bed and occupied herself with straightening the coverlet. Let me get a shower, then Ill get you some blood. Will you ask Velimai to make me something to eat?

His face human again, he nodded and looked toward her. Of course. I guess youll want to see Damian after you eat. Hes at the freighter, guarding another

Tatianas comar is at your freighter?

Yes. I know you dont remember, but you said his name before you passed out. You must want to talk to him about something.