Seducing The Dark Prince. Jane Kindred
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I mean, I know your vision is a little limited right now, but, seriously, Lucien.”
“He died over a thousand years ago.”
“He was supposed to die over a thousand years ago. I take it you’re aware of the Valkyrie’s bargain?”
“Dead is dead. The Valkyrie created a revenant in defiance of the Fates.”
“Even if she did, what does that have to do with you? Why do you care?”
“I told you—”
“Yeah, yeah. You said. It’s your job. Is this why you showed up at Phoebe’s wedding?”
Lucien inclined his head. “One of the reasons. The other reasons were a demon and a necromancer.”
Theia’s temper flared in the face of his calm composure. “So your bullshit job offer was just that. Something you made up on the spot as an excuse to get close to my family so you could go on some purity crusade against them. Are you working with Carter Hamilton?”
Lucien opened his mouth but paused as her words registered before he spoke. “Hamilton?”
“The actual necromancer who crashed the reception. The man who murdered Rafe’s father and apprentice along with at least two innocent women.”
“I’m aware of who he is. Why would I be working with him?”
“Because he’s made it his life’s work to destroy my family, and you seem to be very conveniently helping his cause.”
“I’m not trying to destroy your family. This isn’t about your family at all.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Lucien sighed, glancing down at the floor, where droplets of blood had dried around him. “First of all, my interest in having you join the genome project at Smok Biotech was genuine. Is genuine. That has nothing to do with any of this.”
“Any of this? You mean the trying-to-kill-members-of-my-family this? Did you think I’d just be like, ‘Oh, that’s okay, Mr. Smok, let me map these triggers for you. I don’t need time off for the funerals. Can I get you a coffee?’”
“I didn’t think you’d find out,” Lucien burst out.
Theia unfolded her arms and clenched her fists, tempted to add to his bruises.
He had the sense to look embarrassed. “I mean, this is what I do. It has nothing to do with anything else. I compartmentalize the Lucien I have to be for the company so I can do this. You have no idea how dangerous these inhuman abominations are. Revenants rip people limb from limb. They’re unstoppable. They’re not human, and they do not experience empathy or remorse. My work with Smok Consulting means letting creatures like these walk free, and I was tired of being the cause of it, so I decided to take matters into my own hands—unofficially. I’m sorry it happens to affect you personally, but I can’t let my feelings for you get in the way of what has to be done.”
Through the haze of anger, Theia’s airway did that funny tightening thing again. “Feelings for me?”
“I didn’t mean feelings, I just meant—I mean, of course I’m attracted to you, that’s not... Fuck.” Lucien threw back his head in frustration but clearly regretted the movement as soon as he’d made it, judging by the sharp cry.
“What was that? What’s wrong?”
Lucien looked a little green. “Nothing. I think I might have... I just have a little...” His eyes fluttered shut, and his head slumped forward.
“Lucien?” Theia tried to rouse him with a gentle shake, to no effect. She raised her voice as she turned her head toward the door. “You guys? I think I need some help in here.”
The door opened abruptly, Rhea’s palm flat against it as though she’d been standing just on the other side with her ear pressed against the wood. “What did he do now?”
“I think he passed out. He moved his head sharply and it jarred some injury.”
Leo grunted from the doorway. “Probably his broken arm.”
Theia whirled on him. “You broke his arm?”
“Arrow,” Rhea reminded her. She pointed at the table with a glare. “Crossbow.”
“I’m not saying it wasn’t warranted, but you don’t tie up a guy with a broken arm and torture him for information.”
Rhea snorted. “Nobody tortured him. He’s a big goddamn baby.”
“You have to take him to the hospital.”
Lucien stirred and groaned. “’M fine. No hospital.”
Theia rolled her eyes. “You’re not fine. You got the shit beaten out of you by a Viking. Deservedly, it sounds like.”
Lucien gritted his teeth like he was struggling to stay conscious. “Call Lucy.”
Theia looked at Rhea, who shook her head and shrugged, then glanced back at Lucien. “Khaleesi?”
Lucien groaned, this time a sound of frustration rather than pain. “Call. Lucy. My sister. Number’s in my phone.” He paused for a breath. “Under ‘Bitch.’”
“Um...” Theia raised an eyebrow.
Rhea picked up the cell phone lying next to the crossbow. It was a bit dented, and the glass cracked, but apparently it still functioned.
“Password?” Lucien gave it to her and Rhea typed it in. “Yep. Here it is—Bitch.”
“She’s my twin,” said Lucien.
Rhea shared a look with Theia. “Seems about right,” they said together.
* * *
Lucy Smok was at the door twenty minutes later. She had the same ice-blue eyes and long lashes as her brother. The same dark brows and darker hair—though Lucy’s was considerably longer and hung in a loose braid—contrasted starkly with the porcelain-fair skin in a slightly more feminine frame.
Lucien’s twin leaned casually against the entryway, a black leather attaché case in her hand, glancing from Rhea to Theia as they opened the door. “Which one of you is the biologist?”
“I’m Theia.” She stepped forward and shook Lucy’s hand as though they were meeting in a normal social situation. “This is Rhea. Please come in. He’s in the kitchen, through here.”
Rhea had agreed to let Theia untie Lucien, but he still sat in the chair, guarded by a scowling Leo.
Lucy took in Leo’s size with a glance and burst out laughing at her brother. “God, you’re an idiot.”
Lucien glared, holding his right arm awkwardly in his lap. “Thanks.” His voice was tight and clipped. “Knew I could count on you.”
“You’ll have to forgive my brother.” Lucy smirked at him from the doorway. “He thinks he’s some kind of vigilante superhero.” She stepped into the kitchen and set down the bag to look him over, clucking her tongue at his bruises.
He swore loudly when she touched his arm. “I think it’s broken,” he said through gritted teeth.
“That’s what they told me.”
“Did you bring it?”
“I did. You sure you want it?”
Lucien nodded curtly.
Lucy straightened. “We’re going to need to get that shirt off.” She looked around. “Got any scissors?”
Rhea rummaged through the kitchen drawers and dug up a pair. “Looks like you’ve got this covered.” She handed them to Lucy. “I think Leo and I should leave you to it.” She nodded at Leo, who pushed away from the counter with a sigh and followed her to the door. Before