AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Oh." Savannah carefully set down her teacup.
"Why? Do you think he will?"
Gideon's mate seemed to consider that for a moment, then gave a slow shake of her head. "Lucan has never made a promise lightly, nor would he about something like this. I'm sure he means exactly what he told you."
Gabrielle nodded, relieved, yet curious why Savannah's assurance sounded almost like a condolence.
"Come," she said, rising from the table and indicating for Gabrielle to follow. "I'll show you the rest of the compound."
"Anything come back yet on those glyphs we spotted on our West Coast subject?" Lucan asked, tossing his leather jacket over one of the chairs next to Gideon.
It was just the two of them alone in the lab now, the other warriors having gone to chill out for a few hours before Lucan gave orders for the night's sweep of the city. He was glad for the relative privacy. His head was beginning to pound with the onslaught of another splintering headache.
"I got squat, sorry to say. Nothing came up on the criminal check, or the census search. Apparently our boy's not in the system, but that's not so unusual. The IID records are vast, but far from perfect, especially when it comes to you Gen Ones. There are only a few of you around anymore, and for various reasons, most have never volunteered to be processed or catalogued - yourself included."
"Shit," Lucan hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose but feeling no relief from the pressure building in his head.
"You feeling all right, man?"
"It's nothing." He didn't look at Gideon, but he could sense the vampire watching him with concern. "I'll get over it."
"I, ah... I heard about what happened the other night between you and Tegan. The guys said you came back off a hunt, looking a bit ragged. Your body's still recovering from those solar burns, you know. You've got to take things easy, feed the healing - "
"I said, I'm fine," Lucan snapped, feeling his eyes flash anger, his lips curled back off his teeth in a snarl.
Between the prey he'd taken in the street and the Minion he'd drained in the park, he'd had more than enough blood to sustain him through his recovery. The fact was, despite his physical satiation, he still craved more.
He was on damned slippery ground, and he knew it.
Bloodlust was just a careless stumble away.
Keeping a lid on his weakness was getting harder all the time.
"Got a present for you," Lucan said, anxious to change the subject. He slapped the two memory sticks down on the Lucite workspace in front of Gideon. "Load them up."
"Really? A gift for me? Darling, you shouldn't have," Gideon said, back to his jovial self. He was already popping one of the portable drives into a USB port of the machine nearest to him. A folder opened onscreen, displaying a long list of file names on the monitor. Gideon turned and shot Lucan a pensive look. "These are image files. Gads, a friggin' lot of them."
Lucan gave a slight nod. He was pacing now, growing edgy and too warm in the bright lights of the room. "I need you to go through each one, compare it against every known Rogue location in the city - past, present, and suspected."
Gideon clicked open a random image and blew out a low whistle. "This is the Rogue lair we took out last month." He opened two more, tiling them on the monitor's display. "And the warehouse we've been watching for a couple of weeks... Jesus, is this other one a shot of the building that fronts the Quincy Darkhaven?"
"There's more."
"Son of a bitch. Most of these images are of vampire locations - both Rogue and Breed." Gideon scrolled through a dozen more photos. "She took all of these?"
"Yeah." Lucan paused to look at the screen. He pointed to a number of files with date stamps from the current week. "Go to this group."
Gideon brought up the photos with a series of fast clicks. "You gotta be kidding me. She's been out to the asylum, too? That place might house hundreds of suckheads."
Lucan's gut clenched at the idea, dread mixing with the acid burn already swimming in the pit of his stomach. His insides were cramping up, gnarled with the need to feed. He mentally forced the hunger down, but his hands were trembling, and a sheen of sweat was breaking out on his brow.
"A Minion found her, chased her off the property," he said, his voice rough gravel in his throat, and not just because his body was under full assault. "She was damned lucky to get away."
"I'll say. How did she find this location? How did she find any of them, for that matter?"
"She says she doesn't know why she's drawn to them. It's a unique instinct of some sort. Part of the same Breedmate ability she has that exempts her from vampire mind control, and lets her see us move where other humans don't."
"Call it what you will, skills like hers could be damned useful to us."
