A heart that has been grasped by a soul in Purgatory.
It made too much sense to her. And that is what freaked her out.
And as if the universe wanted to cram that insane punch line into her psyche shed woken in the dream again this morning. The recurring dream shed been having since the accident. The one where a werewolf pulled her heart out of her chest. It was vivid and bloody, and she screamed loudly. Just when she thought the beast was going to eat the pulsing organ, shed startle herself awake, and the dream would never finish.
Thank God for that. She didnt want to know why shed envisioned a werewolf going after her heart. Could be because of all the creatures she believed in, werewolves scared the crap out of her. It all went back to that camping trip with her father when shed thought the bear was a werewolf. And she could guess at a few reasons why it was her heart, in particular, that was always at the fore of her dream. Open-heart surgery is not something a person goes through without scars. And she had them. Inside and out.
Wakened by the dream, panting from fright, shed glanced to Bron, fully clothed and with combat boots still on, sleeping on the bed beside her, and had decided to sneak out. Because the dream of some big, furry paw clutching her heart had never made any sense.
Until now.
Kizzy had woken two days following the open-heart surgery, a result of the car accident. After being rushed to the hospital by the ambulance, she had died on the operating-room table. Dead for six minutes the doctor had reported. Theyd had to crack open her chest to massage her heart back to life. Hed also reported, almost as an afterthought, there had been odd scarring on her heart that hed noticed while inside her chest cavity trying to bring her back to life.
But seriously? Keith, who had died instantly following the impact of car to boulders, would have never gone to Purgatory. That man had been destined for Hell. And she knew Keith had not been a werewolf, so that part of the dream must be a crazy manifestation of her beliefs. What better way to illustrate the horrors shed survived than by inserting a wild creature into it?
Or maybe Im going crazy? Guilt clung to her, because she had survived while Keith had not. Shed never wished that for him. Not even when hed berated her into tears.
She wanted to run. To her left stood the truck stop. To her right, a stretch of highway that led to the North Dakota border. Running wouldnt get her far. And it could perhaps even land her in a vampires toothy embrace.
Could a bloodthirsty bite be considered an embrace? Why did everyone always romanticize the vampire? Shed looked into that creatures eyes last night and had seen the hunger for her blood. And hed smelled like rotting blood. There had been nothing whatsoever romantic about the lustful craving in his eyes, either.
Of course, she wasnt stupid and knew it was the idea of immortality that attracted those who romanticized the creature. Because, really? Edward was just too damn old for Bella, and Dracula had been a sadist.
Kizzy had almost lost her life at the beginning of the year, and she said blessings for every morning she woke. But to live forever? She imagined it would get tiresome. Yet she couldnt help a small thrill at now knowing her beliefs were real. Verified. Vampires really existed! And so did harpies.
And what other sorts of creatures would sense the weird vibrations she apparently gave out as a beacon and come to rip out her heart? Why was Purgatory such a seemingly popular vacation spot for the lifestyles of the weird and otherworldly?
Bending forward and gripping the backs of her calves to stretch out her back musclesthe motel bed had been lumpyshe vacillated over whether it would be wise to come clean to Bron with what she knew about her heart or to just cut her losses and run.
Could she trust the man? She wanted to. But she didnt know much about him. Hed suddenly appeared in her life. And sure, he was handsome and stirred up thoughts of romance and heroes. She was a woman. Shed have to be dead not to be attracted to him. But he worked for some weird organization thatwell, for as strange as it sounded, it also fascinated her. Acquisitions? A Retriever who searched for magical artifacts? How cool was that?
But shed never claim any talent at picking the right guy, the one who was trustworthy and normal. Someone who wouldnt laugh at her beliefs. Would she ever find the right one? She wasnt in a hurry, but she didnt like to waste her time on the less-than hopefuls.
After Kizzys first dramatic breakup as a teenager with the guy who had given her her first kiss and her first third-base feel, her mother had hugged her teary daughter to her chest and said something about finding the right man. One day when she least expected it, shed turn around, and there he would stand.
No, she muttered, shaking her head. Dont be seduced by the strange and wondrous, Kizzy. You dont need a man. Take care of yourself. Youre the only one who can do that.
* * *
Bron woke on the bed, coming instantly alert and looking about the room. Hed heard something. Or was it the odd scent he noted? Smelled like...stale mattress. This place was nowhere near worth the forty-nine dollars hed laid out for it. A tile above the toilet had fallen off when hed been in there earlier. And the sinks rust stains... It should be condemned.
He rubbed his temple, easing away the lingering remnants of sleep. He must have been more tired than hed thought. He hadnt expected to fall asleep. Of course, a flight across the ocean from Berlin, topped by an evening chasing harpies and vampires, could be the reason for exhaustion.
A beam of morning sun teased behind the faded curtains, and he glanced to the bed next to his. It was empty.
She had fled him once again. Damn!
Grabbing the truck keys on the nightstand, he mustered a small blessing she hadnt the forethought to steal his vehicle. He hooked a hand in the canvas duffel in which he carried all his lifes possessions and rushed through the door.
Two steps out onto the tarmac, and he sniffed the air to determine which way she had gone. To the right.
And there she stood, not ten feet away. Against the brick wall. Offering him a small smile and a shrug. I didnt run off.
Dropping the duffel bag where he stood, he then stalked up and gripped her by the shoulders. Relief surprised him, but he didnt question it. I thought you had. Kisanthra, I cant protect you if you keep running away from me.
And then he did something he would have never done had he taken a moment to think it through.
Bron pulled her into his embrace and wrapped his arms across her back. She sighed against his chest, tucking her head against him, and he remembered how easy it could be to hug a woman and simply let her warmth melt against his own. To recognize the shape of her and welcome her curves and softness. And to brace his arms about her a bit more tightly than a friendly hug allowed.
Because hed thought hed lost her. And he wasnt done protecting her. Bad things were after her. She needed him.
That was his story, and he was sticking to it.
I wasnt running away, she said against his shoulder. I was just thinking about heading into the truck stop to buy us candy bars for breakfast. Bron?
He still held her. Inhaled the sweetness of her skin. And what was that about? He didnt hold women like this. Did he still have to fear what involvement with a human could mean to him? He shouldnt. It had been a long time ago. And she smelled so good. Like candied peaches. But his dislike for human women had become an ingrained belief. And besides, it was easier hooking up with paranormals. He got a lot less questions from them.
He still held her. Inhaled the sweetness of her skin. And what was that about? He didnt hold women like this. Did he still have to fear what involvement with a human could mean to him? He shouldnt. It had been a long time ago. And she smelled so good. Like candied peaches. But his dislike for human women had become an ingrained belief. And besides, it was easier hooking up with paranormals. He got a lot less questions from them.
Bron abruptly pulled out of the hug and ran his fingers back through his hair, then scruffed his beard. Right. Breakfast. Theres got to be some place thatll sell us eggs and bacon instead a candy bar. Doesnt the truck stop have a diner?
Yes. And I love bacon. I just dont have any more than a couple dollars on me, so a candy bar was all I could hope for. She tapped the front of his shirt, and her smile beamed at him. You dont have to worry about me running off. I thought about it but changed my mind. I know Im safe with you until we get this all figured out.
Youre a smart woman.
I am. But allow me some fumbling in this new world Ive just been tossed into. Vampires and harpies? Much as Ive always believed in mythical creatures, Im going to have to fire up a new set of brain neurons to accept it all.
Good enough. Lets go eat. My treat.
* * *
Kisanthra secured a table for them inside the diner that, on the front door in big white vinyl-cling letters, had advertised the Man Plate, featuring two kinds of sausage, bacon, ham and steak. Brons stomach was ready for the challenge. He told her hed meet her inside after a quick phone call.
This time the director took his call.
What do you mean the heart isnt attainable? Ethan Pierce asked.
Its in a person, Bron said. A young human woman who is staying in a small Minnesota town.
I see. Youre in the States? Tough luck.
You had no idea the heart was intact?
Of course not, Everhart. I wouldnt have sent you off on the mission knowing such a detail.
So, the mission is off? he asked.
Ill have to look into it, the director said. Stand by until I can get back to you. Affirmative?
Yes. Bron hung up before his disappointment would register with an argument.
Wasnt as if he could walk away from Kisanthra now anyway. She needed a guard. An armed guard. And hed have to do it without falling into a nonsense hug again.
Standing so close to her, feeling her body relax against his had felt damned good. But he didnt like the hope that brief contact had stirred in his gut. Because it had been a lie. It was simply good to hold a woman, of any kind or species. He and his monkish lifestyle tended to go too long without satisfying his physical needs.
And then things happened.
He looked to the sky. The sun was high. The moon last night had been waxing. More than half full.
He spoke to the phone, Siri, whens the next full moon?
She replied with the date, which was four days away.
He couldnt remain on this mission much longer without risking a shit-storm of questions from the insatiably curious Kisanthra Lewis.
* * *
Kizzy popped a straw into the orange juice shed ordered for Bron when he sat across from her in the cherry-vinyl booth. I ordered you the Man Plate. Same for me. I can seriously put down any and all breakfast meat.
Coffee?
Its coming. Im going to guess youre a no-cream kind of guy. Am I right?
Black as the devils ass is how I prefer it.
Okay, now I have that image in my mind. She sipped her juice. Was that call business?
It was.
About me?
He conceded with a nod. He wasnt going to give her too much information, but shed angle for as much as she could manage from him. Because she was a woman in peril. Figuratively, of course. Because while she appreciated him wanting to protect her, she sensed rescue would only come by standing up for herself and being smart. And that meant learning as much as she could about the situation.
Have you been given instructions on how to obtain the heart? she asked.
Kisanthra.
Please, Bron, Im curious, and I have a right to know. Me, being the owner of the sought-after object.
He exhaled, and, pulling the straw from the juice and setting it aside, he then swallowed half of it before speaking. We had no idea the heart was intact. Ive alerted the Director of Acquisitions, and now Im waiting for further instructions. No doubt the mission will be canceled.
I certainly hope so. I mean, I may have avoided the vampires bite last night, because, you know, immortality? Not interested. But I do have a long life ahead of me. Plan to live to one hundred. Im expecting that birthday card from the president. And I sure hope shes a cool president.
Bron chuckled. So do I. We could use a woman POTUS. But vampires cant give you immortality from a quick bite.
Really? But I thoughtwell, of course, movies and books are fiction. So how does it happen?
He rubbed his temple and winced.
Face it, Bron, youre stuck with someone who is open to the paranormal and whose middle name may very well have been Curious instead of Ginelle. I have questions. Lots of questions.
Yes, but I dont think its the best conversation for a public place.
She glanced around. They were the only couple in the diner, sitting at the end of a line of booths that paralleled the front windows. At the counter sat an old man gobbling up his eggs with Tabasco sauce, earphones stuffed into his ears. If he could hear them shed be surprised.
Right. Wouldnt want to tell this big empty place about vampires.
The coffee arrived, along with their breakfast. Kizzy made quick work of the over easy eggs and followed with bacon, sausage and hamshe gave her steak to Bronwhile he seemed to inhale his plate of meat but in a way that seemed elegant and mannered. He was interesting to watch, and she did it casually, over her juice or while glancing out the window. His eyes were so blue she felt certain they were not real. Like something enhanced by Photoshop for a romance-novel cover. And his tousled hair seemed styled that way, purposely bed rumpled. It gave her ideas. And, man, those ideas were sexy.
Shed slept next to this gorgeous man last night. And she wasnt going to tell anyone it had been in separate beds. Sometimes all the details werent necessary. And then this morning he had hugged her as if she had been the last woman on earth. And shed wanted to kiss him because shed been in a weird mental place, struggling with the facts about her heart and wanting it to not be real. And because, well, shed never kissed a man with a beard before. Curiosity strikes! And when a handsome man pulled her close, wellbam. Need had kicked in. She wasnt beyond sex for the sake of placating her emotions or because she just needed to connect with another person for a few blissful moments.
You have a girlfriend, Bron? Sitting back, she poured another cup of coffee, then tinted the dark brew with three creamers.
The job I have doesnt allow time for relationships.
Really? Lots of people travel and are able to maintain relationships.
He delivered her a castigating flash of blue eye from behind a fork load of eggs.
All right, so the man had also mastered the dirty look. Shed try a different tack. You must travel a lot.