Tamed

Chapter Ten

Caleb stalked through the weapons detector and fought the urge to plow the damn thing over when it dinged again.

Dage exhaled heavily while leaning against the wall of the small training room they’d turned into an exact duplicate of the underground peace-talk facility. “The good news is that if we can’t create a weapon able to fool the detector, the other species won’t be able to make one, either,” the king said thoughtfully.

“We hope,” Caleb said grimly, drawing the poly-plastic knife from his boot. “Is this the best we can come up with?”

“Yes.” Dage sauntered forward to sit on a stone table. “We’ve tried all manner of knives, guns, and even electrical weapons. The machine takes a scan of the body walking through it, so nothing can be hidden anyway. I could even see a scar on your liver.”

Caleb stretched his neck with a loud pop. “A werewolf caught me in Iceland during the turf wars. I was damaged enough I couldn’t repair it completely.” Damn, that had hurt. Livers mattered.

The door opened, and Janie Kayrs walked inside. “You wanted to see me, Uncle Dage?”

“Yes.” Dage glanced at the woman’s training outfit. “Walk through the detector, would you?”

“Sure.” Janie had pulled her hair up in a ponytail, and blond highlights showed brightly through the sable length. She eyed the detector and then stepped through. An instant clanging went up, and the color scanner on the side showed a knife at her hip, a gun in her boot, and another blade tucked into the small of her back. Shoulder damage showed above her right clavicle, as well.

Caleb frowned. “What happened to your shoulder?”

Janie peered around the machine to see her body scan. “Werewolf attack when I was sixteen.”

“Does it still hurt?” Caleb asked.

The young woman flashed him a rueful smile. “Only when it’s about to rain.”

Being human must truly bite sometimes. Caleb eyed the gun at her waist, noting it was loaded and the safety was on. “I have to ask. Do you think you’re supposed to save humanity or destroy it?” Yeah. He was searching for some logic to the damn dreams.

The smile slid from her stunning face to leave a thoughtful soberness. “I’m supposed to change the world, and I don’t know how.” She reached for the knife at her waist to twirl the blade in a way Caleb had seen her uncles do for centuries.

“So Fate controls you?” Caleb asked, ignoring Dage’s pointed look.

“No.” Janie shook her head, curiosity glowing in her gaze. “But the choices we make often have unforeseen consequences. I may make a decision without realizing how it’ll affect the world. I mean, if the prophecies are true. Who really knows?”

Now that was a burden to carry, wasn’t it? Caleb nodded. “Do you prefer being called Janet now that you’re grown, or is it still Janie?”

Her shoulders relaxed and she chuckled. “I answer to either name, as well as Kayrs, Belle, or Isabella. My brother calls me ‘frog face.’ ”

“Frog face it is,” Caleb said. Whatever fate wanted him to kill this woman was going to be bitterly disappointed. Even if Janie did hold the fate of the world in her hands, he trusted she’d make the right decision at the right time. Dage’s pointed stare was beginning to grate on Caleb’s nerves. “What?” he asked the king.

“Why the questions?” Dage asked, a subtle menace blending with interest in his expression.

“Just making chitchat.” Caleb needed to attend the peace talks to protect everyone he cared about, and Dage might have the power to have him banned. Maybe. So he couldn’t discuss the visions with the king. Yet.

“Right.” The king gestured toward the northern table. “At the talks, you’ll sit there, Janie.”

Janie nodded and walked over to drop into the middle chair. “Here?”

“Yes.” Caleb jerked his head for the king to follow suit, and Dage stalked over to sit next to Janie. “Your father will stand behind the two of you, and the prophets will sit at the table to your left.”

Janie looked toward the table. “I’m assuming you’ll sit the closest?”

“Yes. I’d like to keep Lily from attending, but if she does, Lily will sit to my left, and Guiles will flank her on the other side.” Caleb eyed the remainder of the room. A need to protect Lily physically and emotionally was keeping him on high alert. “The remaining tables are for the other species, and we’ll go over those in detail at a later date. For now, memorize where you sit.”

Dage leaned his elbows on the heavy table. “Our entrance and exit will be directly behind you, so if anything goes wrong, you head that way immediately.”

“What could go wrong?” Janie glanced around the room. “We’ll be so far underground that not even the witches will have power.” She spread her palms along the rough table. “Caleb? As a prophet, aren’t you supposed to be neutral and not planning with our side?”

“I’m not a prophet. I’m a soldier aligned with the Realm.” How many times did he have to explain himself? Although Dage had made sense with the argument that Caleb already counseled soldiers, he wasn’t ready to admit he belonged as a prophet.

Janie nodded. “All right. Rebel.”

He rolled his eyes. “You mentioned powers. Have you had any visions regarding the peace talks?”

“Just blurry ones that involve fire and people, but I can’t see who is there or what happens. I just know that the talks occur, and I’m there.” Janie glanced at her uncle. “I get a sense of you close by, but I don’t even see you.”

Caleb ignored the warning tickle at the base of his neck. “This could be a trap for us.”

Dage rubbed his chin. “I know, but we have to take the chance in order to find peace.” He sighed. “Plus, we need to participate because refusing would make us look weak and vulnerable. We can’t afford that right now, and you know it.”

Janie twirled the knife again. “Lily said the Kurjans have insinuated they have a cure for Virus-27. Do you think it’s true?” Her gaze remained on the swirling blade as it caught the light.

“No,” Caleb said flatly.

“Me, either,” Janie murmured. “But Lily is speaking with Franco again, so maybe she’ll get a better insight.”

Caleb’s head jerked up. “She’s doing what?”

The knife dropped to the table, and Janie’s eyes widened. “I, ah, I mean—”

Fire spread through Caleb’s veins with the power of fury as he pivoted for the door. “If you two would excuse me, I have business.”

“Prophet business?” Dage asked dryly from behind him.

“Bite me,” Caleb muttered as he stalked into the hallway after the woman who was driving him crazy. They’d had an understanding, damn it. He’d all but given her his soul, and she had turned right around to purposefully call the enemy?

Oh, hell no.

Lily finished reading the newest literature on PTSD and shut down her computer. After several attempts to reach the Kurjan leader through a secure line, she’d given up and gone to work. A knock on the door had her turning. “Come in.”

Prophet Guiles stepped inside, worry on his angled features. “Do you have a moment?”

“Yes.” Lily gestured toward one of two floral chairs near the fireplace in her Oregon office in the main lodge of the compound. The king had ordered it decorated specially for her visits, and the feminine hues were always soothing. She counseled many a wounded soldier or frustrated mate in the peaceful office. “I wanted to discuss a matter with you, as well.”

Guiles tugged up perfectly creased black pants and sat, overwhelming the feminine fabric. Through the years, he’d always dressed well, and today was no exception. His red and gray tie contrasted with the steel color of his silk shirt perfectly. “I’ve been having visions.”

“I know. Bad ones?” Lily smoothed down her lilac skirt, her mind whirling.

“Yes. Visions about the peace talks and the importance of obeying Fate.” Guiles ran a hand through his dark hair, leaving it oddly ruffled. “As if we’ve ever disobeyed Fate.”

Fate had her own agenda, one Lily was beginning to question. Lily straightened her posture. “Can I get you some tea?”

“No, thank you. Have you had visions?”

“Yes.” Tears pricked the back of her eyes, and she battled them back. “I actually met Fate. Or a figure claiming to resemble Fate. She was beautiful.”

Guiles leaned forward, his gaze intense. “You actually met Fate? That’s incredible. What does she want us to do? Did she say?”

Guilt heated a path down Lily’s throat, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell the full truth. “No. Has she given you direct orders?”

Guiles shook his head. “No. A voice in the darkness just tells me to obey Fate, and more importantly, to make sure you fulfill your destiny. If either of us fails, then the Realm falls. We can’t let the Realm fall. The Kayrs family must be protected, as you know.”

“I agree about the Kayrs family. What do you mean by my destiny?” Lily picked at a thread on a throw pillow. “What destiny?”

A sharp line drew between Guiles’s eyebrows. “I was hoping you’d have a clue as to your destiny and what needs to happen before the peace talks.”

“I don’t.” She trusted Guiles, and she needed to protect him from the full truth. “My visions are blurry, without any clear direction.” If her disobedience of Fate’s dictates resulted in punishment, she’d take it alone.

The door swept open, and a furious vampire filled the doorway.

“Caleb?” Lily asked, sliding to her feet. One thing about a vampire, one never needed to ask if they were in a temper. Fury blazed in his eyes, while his jaw appeared made of rock.

“Did you contact Franco on your own to make some sort of deal?” Caleb ground out.

Guiles stood and maneuvered around Caleb. “Um, I can see I’m not needed for this. I’ll speak with the two of you later.”

Gee, thanks for the rescue, Guiles. “Of course,” Lily said, clasping her hands together. “Please let me know if you get any more details from your nightmares, and I’ll do the same.”

With a wary glance at Caleb, Guiles sidled out the door.

Caleb closed the heavy oak with his foot, his concentration remaining on Lily.

“I did not speak with Franco,” she said, wondering at the tension vibrating through the room. Just how angry was the Realm Rebel?

“Did you attempt to contact him?”

“Yes.” She liked this side of Caleb if the thrill rushing through her veins provided any indication. Sexy and dangerous, the vampire would intrigue any woman. But to one who’d tasted him, who knew he’d held back during their one full night together? Yes. As a woman, Lily wanted more. “I was doing my job.”

“Your job?” The low words were all the more lethal for their softness.

She slid the polite smile she knew he hated across her lips. “Yes. One-on-one, with Franco, I thought we could talk like normal people. You and Dage added too much testosterone to the conversation.” While her words were meant to needle a little bit, they were also the absolute truth.

“I see. What if Franco does have a cure for the virus?”

Lily shook her head. “He doesn’t. The vampires and witches have enough spies in the Kurjan organization to know that the extent of the virus’s spread shocked the Kurjans. They had no idea what they were creating, and they don’t have a cure.”

“What if they did?” Caleb’s relaxed stance failed to mask the predator ready to pounce at any second.

“If they really had a cure?” Lily lifted a shoulder. “Then I’d assume we’d agree to just about anything to acquire it.”

“Would you trade yourself?” His gaze pinned her as effectively as any laser beam.

She frowned. “Hypothetically? If I had the opportunity to save all vampire mates and witches, would I trade myself to a Kurjan?” She pursed her lips, her thoughts swirling, her stomach clenching. “Of course.” Then she narrowed her gaze. “Wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t think I’m Franco’s type.” Caleb pushed off from the door.

Lily chuckled. “Good point.”

“There’s no way I would allow you to trade yourself.” Long strides propelled him into her space. “Are we clear?”

She lifted her chin to better meet his gaze. “We live in modern times, and I hold more power than you realize. The days of anybody dictating my actions are long gone, whether or not I’ve taken a lover.” Okay. That last part might have sounded a little old-fashioned.

His eyelids dropped to half-mast. “I’m just a lover?”

What else could he be? She couldn’t mate anybody, and he was, at heart, a soldier always on the move. “Yes.”

“I see.” He brushed long hair away from her shoulder and skimmed her neck with a calloused thumb. “You still carry my bite.”

Electricity zipped from his light touch to shoot straight for her sex. Butterflies winged through her abdomen. “The bite will fade.”

“Maybe I should bite harder.”

A shudder wound down her spine. Her breath heated in her lungs. “You held back the other night.”

His shoulders straightened. “Of course. You hadn’t had sex in three centuries, if what you did then even counted as sex. You’re delicate and a lady.”

Hurt and frustration coated her throat. The rest of the Realm could consider her fragile and ladylike. Not Caleb. “I’m not interested in being treated as if I were made of glass. Finally, now that the damn mating mark is gone, I’m free to do as I please. If I want to create an alliance with the Kurjan leader, I will. If I want to find a new profession, I’ll head to school. And if I want to take a lover who doesn’t treat me like some lady from the Dark Ages, then I damn well will. Maybe I’ll take several.”

“Several?” His upper lip curled.

Fury roared down her spine, and she stepped toward him. “Yes, several. Do you think I’m not attractive enough to entice more than one man?”

“I think you’re damn gorgeous.” The words held bite and a sharp warning.

One she chose to ignore. “Good. Then I’ll go find a couple of men who are unaware of my past and willing to school me in the more modern aspects of lovemaking.” Good Lord, what was she saying? Her mouth wouldn’t stop.

Anger and amusement comingled in a rather daunting combination in his deadly eyes. “You want a lesson, baby? Be careful, because you’re about to get one.”

That threat should not dampen her panties and soften her sex. What was wrong with her? “Thanks for the one night, Caleb, but I think we’re done. Please leave my office.” She needed to head to her quarters for a cold shower. Ice cold.

Instead, with a smooth, deliberate move, he slid his hand around the back of her neck—and clamped. Hard. Lust glittered in his eyes, and for once, he didn’t shield it. “It’s not called lovemaking, Lil.”

She blinked and tried to swallow, heat spiraling through her chest. She couldn’t breathe. For more than three hundred years, he’d hidden that look from her. “Wh-what?”

His hand clenched, his wrist twisted, and he angled her head to the side. Tethering her. His head lowered until his lips hovered an inch above hers. “It’s called fucking. Want to be fucked, Prophet?”

“Um—” Her mind blanked. Sure, she’d wanted to push him a little bit. To gain control as he lost some of his. But she hadn’t considered the consequences of truly unleashing Caleb Donovan.

His other hand manacled her hip, dragging her against him. His erection pressed along her belly, pulsing in demand. Her skin ignited inch by inch, coming alive, her temperature soaring. No other man on earth could make her feel such fire, and she’d known it from the first time he’d kissed her, so long ago.

She sighed, leaning in to his heat. “Let’s go to your quarters.”

He leaned back just enough to allow her gaze to focus on his. “How civilized. The answer is no. We fuck here, Lily.”