Shay Savage - Bastian's Storm

This book is for Sue. You are a true teacher in heart and mind, and I cant begin to list everything I have learned from you. I am eternally grateful for your dedication to my work, friendship, and generous hospitality.

A giant thank you to the wonderful group of people who constantly encourage me, keep me going, and ultimately make sure what everyone reads is quality work: Adam, Candise, Chaya, Heather, Holly, Ian, Jada, Tamara, and of course, everyone on my street team!

Special thanks for all the Surviving Raine fans out there who waited (somewhat) patiently for the continuation of Bastian and Raines story! You are the reason I write.

I didn't bother to wait until I got outside before I lit my cigarette. The sheer number of people who had shown up for the castaways welcome home media circus was insane. Maybe I couldn't get trashed like I wanted to, but I still needed some kind of silent fuck you to everyone there. Lighting up before I got to the door was all the obnoxiousness I could manage.

Outside, I leaned against the railing surrounding the patio area. I had no idea if I was in a smoking area or not, and I didn't give a shit. There wasn't anyone else out here anyway. They were all inside, monopolizing Raine's attention.

Fuckers.

Somewhere inside my screwed up brain, I knew I was being ridiculous. I didn't care how ludicrous I was, but I still recognized it. When we had been alone on a life raft in the middle of the Caribbean Sea and then on a deserted island together, I'd had her all to myself. Now press people and some asshole congressman who was pursuing the vice presidency next year surrounded her. Sharing wasn't my strongpoint. Id already shared one woman in my life, and I wasnt going to do that again.

Raine isn't like that.

Logic was irrelevant. Knowing Raine wasn't the same kind of person as Jillian didn't matter when it came to my paranoia. Jillian had taken my trust, used it, and destroyed me with it. Shed taken my unborn child and run away with another man.

I took a long drag off the cigarette and blew smoke up into the air. I watched it dissipate in the warm Miami night and considered just what the fuck I was going to do from here on out. There was no going back to how things were. Raine was so fucking happy being back in civilization again, and though her happiness meant everything to me, all I could think about was the open bar back inside the reception hall and how easily I could sneak in, grab a shot of vodka, and sneak back out to the patio without anyone seeing me. Such is the mindset of a recovering alcoholic.

Was that what I was now?

Was that what defined me?

Fuck if I knew. Raine had made it perfectly clear that it was her or the drink, and the decision wason some level, at leasta simple one. Vodka was something I desperately, desperately wanted, but I couldnt live without Raine.

A slight scraping sound behind me and to the left brought me from my thoughts. When I turned to look, the cold blue eyes that met mine were unmistakable.

Landon.

Every cell inside my body went on high alert like a decompression alarm in an airplane. All the oxygen seemed to evacuate my lungs, and there werent any masks in the area to secure around my head.

Inside his gaze, I could practically see the words forming in his mind. I was unfocused. I hadn't heard him approach. I was unaware of my surroundings, vulnerable, and stupid. The scraping sound from his foot was completely intentional. He could have killed me where I stood, buried in my own thoughts.

Sebastian, he said with a slight raise of his left eyebrow.

All my flight-or-fight impulses went into high gear. I couldnt seem to find any words, didnt have anywhere to run, and was pretty sure I wasnt prepared for a fight against the man who taught me everything I knew about how to kill people. With what little breath I had inside of me, I took another draw on the smoke and tried to look nonchalant.

Landon, I replied, but my voice choked slightly; the smoke in my lungs got caught, and I started coughing. I nearly doubled over as the unfamiliar, overly-processed tobacco and nicotinesomething I was no longer used to having in my bodyravaged my system and left me gasping.

As I recovered, Landon just watched me with a bemused look.

Motherfucking Marlboros, I growled.

Landons smirk widened, but he didnt laugh out loud. He never really did.

Youve lost weight, he commented.

There are certainly some people who would have considered his remark a compliment, but I knew exactly what he meant. I wasnt as big as I had beenId lost muscle even before being stranded at seaand his words held a slight tone of challenge: less muscle, less power. He was calling me weak, and I couldnt argue with him.

Living off fish and seaweed will do that to ya, I said. I was still trying for nonchalant, but I didnt think I was effective. Landon was still looking at me with his half-grin and raised brow. I tried to pull off a shrug, but it wasnt working. I looked back to the cigarette perched between my fingers, but it didnt seem to have any advice for me.

You finally let someone in, Landon commented.

I moved my eyes quickly to his as he motioned towards the door leading back insideback to Raine. My chest tightened, and I wondered just how long he had been in the vicinity and what he might have seen and realized.

Since I first opened my mouth and told Raine about my sordid past, I knew I was putting her in danger. At the time, I had been reasonably convinced it didnt matter. I didnt think wed ever make it back to the mainland and other people again.

But we had.

What did you tell her? he asked as he stepped forward and lowered his voice.

Everything, I heard myself whisper.

Landon nodded slowly. I had only confirmed what he already suspected.

As I held my breath, he moved closer, turned, and leaned against the railing beside me.

I should probably kill you both, he said with a minute sigh. He turned his head toward me. You know I dont want to do that.

He couldnt have cared less about RaineI knew that. What he meant was that he didnt want to end me, not that he wouldnt put a bullet in my head, because he totally would, but he didnt want to kill me.

Had he talked to Joseph Franks? Did the Seattle mob boss know where I was and what I was doing? He had to; we had been all over the news since wed been found. They had even included my real name and my connection as a squealer with the crime lord.

Leave her alone, I said quietly. Do whatever the fuck you want with me, but dont touch her.

What should have been a threat came out as nothing more than a desperate appeal. I turned toward him, tossed my smoke to the ground, and tried to stand up a little straighter. I had several inches on him in height, but I always felt small in his presence.

Please, I said. Please, justjust let her be.

He stared back at me with his ice-blue eyes.

Not necessarily my decision, he said.

Have you talked to him? I asked quickly. I didnt need to name Franks; he was a given.

Not since you resurfaced, Landon said. Its only a matter of time.

I wont say a fucking thing, I swear, I told him. And she wont either.

Landon tilted his head to one side but didnt comment.

Please, I said again, let me have this.

I looked into his eyes, and for a moment, they softened uncharacteristically. In that instant, he was the father I never had and I, the prodigal son. His chest rose and fell slightly as he breathed deep and considered me.

I tried to keep you out of the light, he said. If I didnt know him better, I could have sworn there was a hint of remorse in his voice. He shook his head slowly. You had to go and get yourself on the fucking news. Damn, Bastianhow am I supposed to cover that up? Youre out in the open, sober, and hooked up with the daughter of Henry Gayle. Do you really think hes going to ignore that?