24
IN appreciation for saving Ari’s life, Sante flung
open his arms and gave Daria and Alejandro everything they could
want.
Even things they didn’t want.
The morning after the bombing, three Chosen men had
arrived at their room. Within minutes, they’d been packed up and
moved across the dome to much larger and fancier accommodations—a
three-bedroom, two-bath apartment complete with a kitchen, a luxury
reserved only for the wealthiest of Chosen under the dome.
Packing up their stuff had caused Daria some
concern—so had moving from their private area where they could
speak freely—but it wasn’t like they could refuse Sante’s gesture.
That would look pretty suspicious. Once Alejandro and Daria reached
their new digs, they’d resecured it.
Daria had taken one of the guest rooms.
Alejandro didn’t like it. He’d been brooding about
it for two days now, casting only dark looks in her direction. But
it had to be done. She had to distance herself a little from
him.
A relationship was not what she’d gone into this
mission looking for. She wasn’t ready for one yet. Maybe she’d
never be ready for one.
It was her desire to not complicate her life. Her
choice to remain alone. She had made that decision many years ago
and she intended to maintain it. She didn’t need a man to be happy,
or to complete her. She had her career. That was enough. Sex she
could get anytime.
Not only had their rescue of Ari procured them nice
new digs, they’d also gained a new respect around the dome. Entry
to where they’d never been able to gain entry before.
Like at the teddy bear factory.
Now Daria was headed there on the pretense of
visiting Jia Ying, as she did most days. However, today she had an
ulterior motive, one she’d been setting up for a week. She wanted
in that packing room.
Alejandro was focusing his efforts with Brandon
down at the honey fields, though so far hadn’t had much luck.
“Valerie!” Jia Ying greeted her with a warm hug as
she approached her at the belt. “Have you come to visit with us
peon minions again?”
Daria winked and glanced at Rodrigo and Emmet.
“There are only a few peon minions I come to see.”
“We’re always glad to see you,” said Emmet, “but we
miss you down here on the lines.”
She eyed the teddy bears passing on the belt,
glancing down at their final destination, the ever-secret packing
room. “I’m happy to visit, too. Today I actually came on a mission
for Christopher Sante, though.”
“Oh!” Rodrigo waved his hands with dramatic flair.
“Madam is on official business.”
Daria grinned. “I am, but as you’ve noticed I came
right at quitting time. I’d hoped you’d all take a drink with me
after you’re done.” The Alhambra Building had a disturbing melange
of willing blood donors and actual alcoholic consumables. “Say the
Alhambra, right after shift?”
A smile spread across Jia Ying’s face. “We’ll be
there.”
They said their good-byes, and Daria walked away
from them, down the line past the other workers to the packing room
and the manager she could see standing there. Even though her heart
was pounding, she kept a confident look on her face.
She was about to take a risk, one she’d discussed
with Alejandro and Brandon at length. Everyone agreed this was
their best shot at getting into the packing room at the factory. It
might be their only shot.
“Bennie,” she said as she approached the Chosen
male. He’d been in his midthirties when he’d been Chosen and was of
a swarthy complexion, perhaps from some sort of Mediterranean
descent. “You have a lot to explain, sir.”
Bennie pushed away from the wall as she approached.
As he recognized who she was, a look of alarm passed over his
handsome face. “Excuse me?”
“Mr. Sante has heard some very disheartening things
about what’s been going on here in your packing room and sent me
over for a surprise inspection.” She came to a halt in front of the
man who towered over her and stared up into his face with a severe
expression.
“I-I haven’t heard anything about Mr. Sante being
unhappy with our work here.”
She compressed her lips into a thin line. “You’re
hearing it now.”
“But I—”
“I don’t want to hear any excuses.” Daria whirled
and marched straight for the door of the packing room. “Open this
immediately and allow me entrance.”
A guard stood nearby. She’d always suspected he was
there specifically to watch this door. Her suspicions were
confirmed when the man’s hand went to his waist, undoubtedly moving
toward his weapon.
When the manager made no further move, she glared
at him and barked, “Now!”
“This is against everything we’ve been told—”
Daria put a hand on her hip. “Should I call Carlos,
then? I can buzz him right now—mentally, of course—and have him
over here right away. Then you can deal with him instead of
me.”
Bennie blanched.
“Of course, neither Carlos nor Sante are in a very
good mood these days considering the bombing of the house and near
death of Sante’s new mate.” Her identity still wasn’t being
advertised, though there were plenty of rumors and suspicion in the
dome these days. “Carlos might be a little more difficult to deal
with than me.”
“All right,” Bennie said. “Okay, okay!” He walked
toward the door. “I didn’t mean to imply I didn’t trust you. It’s
just that we have explicit instructions on the management of this
room.” He punched in the code to unlock the door. “But you’re
Valerie Hollan. We know you’re close to Sante.”
The door unlocked and swung open an inch.
Finally, I’m in. For a moment, she savored her
triumph.
She turned and looked at him. “I get that. Look,
you made the right decision. I’ll be a lot gentler in my assessment
than Carlos would be.” Then she pushed the door the rest of the way
open.
The room was well lit. The belt continually brought
teddy bears into the room past a line of four workers who stuffed
small, white plastic pouches into the bellies of the toys before
sending them down the line into a machine that stitched them up,
tagged, and packaged them.
The workers looked at her curiously as she
approached the belt, wanting to find out what was in those pouches.
Boxes were stacked along the sides of the room and a desk strewn
with papers stood in the corner. Otherwise, the room was
empty.
“Looks efficient to me,” Daria said to Bennie, who
stood nervously beside her. “I wonder what the complaint was
about.”
She stepped closer to the belt and picked up one of
the pouches. It was opaque, and there was no way to tell what was
within. Palming it, she turned and did a tour of the room. “It’s
clean, seems well organized.”
Bennie visibly relaxed. “We run things as well as
we can down here.”
She nodded, inspecting the equipment and then
standing for a time, watching the workers.
Finally she turned and walked toward the exit. “I
wouldn’t worry, Bennie. I think this was a waste of my time. This
place appears to be running smoothly.” She frowned. “Do you have
any enemies who might be trying to get you into trouble?”
His mouth quirked in a mirthless smile. “I
do.”
There always were, weren’t there? She nodded
knowingly. “Hmmm. In any case, I’ll be giving a favorable
report to Sante. You can relax.”
He opened the door to allow her to exit. “Thank you
so much for your help, Valerie.”
She turned and gave him a dazzling smile. “My
pleasure.”
BACK at the apartment, Alejandro opened the pouch Daria had procured while Brandon stood nearby. A crystallized brown substance lay within.
“Carmin,” Daria and Alejandro said together. What a
surprise.
Alejandro dipped his finger in and tasted it to
make sure. The bitter flavor of it spread over his tongue,
gradually turning into a slow burn as the organisms died. He made a
face immediately and nodded. “Oh, yeah. That’s what it is.
Dios, I hate that.”
Taking it on his tongue wouldn’t get him high. Like
some of the powdered drugs from Earth of old, it had to be inhaled
to be effective. However, unlike the powdered drugs from Earth of
old, carmin was actually comprised of microscopic, living organisms
that found a comfortable place within their host’s brain to live
out their life spans.
In the process the parasite slowly destroyed
tissues and released toxins into the bloodstream of the victim,
toxins that gave the host a euphoric, invincible feeling. It was
highly potent, very addictive, and eventually killed the
host.
Carmin was a drug made from the carmilla plant,
found only on Darpong until it had been exported and grown
elsewhere. The plant was infested with the parasites, the only
place, other than comfortable brain tissue, where the bugs could
survive. Parasite and plant had become synonymous.
The early settlers in this part of the universe had
wasted no time identifying the alien plants, and their bugs, that
would get them high. Thousands of people on Angel One died every
month from doing carmin.
It did well in sunny, hot weather and Alejandro
would bet a million syscredits that Sante had a whole field of it
here.
“Bastard!” Daria put the pouch down on the table
and whirled, pacing away from Alejandro. “I knew the bastard was
financing this place through illegal means.”
Alejandro stared down at the pouch in his hand. “If
what you say about the teddy bear factory is true, we’ve got enough
to put him away for a long time just on drug charges.”
Daria chewed the edge of her thumb. “Yes, and yet .
. .”
Alejandro knew exactly what she was thinking. “We
need to wait and see if we can get him on blood slave
trafficking.”
She halted and nodded. “That would put him away for
the rest of his unnatural life. Eternity.”
“No,” Brandon broke in. “We have the drug charge.
That’s all we need. We get the names of the manager, the guard, and
the workers in the packing room at the teddy bear factory and we
take Sante. Now. End of story.”
“And the blood slaves? What about them?” Daria
whirled toward Brandon and yelled it, her face going red. “That
would give the inner circle plenty of warning before the ABI and
the GBC arrive. Do we just let Carlos and god knows who else
shuffle them away into a dark corner to prevent them from being
discovered?”
“We have all we need, Daria!” Brandon countered.
“See reason.”
“See reason?” She made a scoffing noise. “Have you
ever seen a blood slave, Brandon? Blood slaves are a far cry from
your average veilhounder. Slaves are drugged into docility,
physically abused, often raped, and starved half to death. We can’t
ignore an opportunity to help them.”
“We don’t even know if there are blood slaves,”
Brandon shot back. “What I saw by the honey fields may well have
been simply the paid blood donors being shuffled back to their
quarters.”
“Qué pasa contigo, tio? What’s wrong with
you, man?” Alejandro rounded on him, patience at an end. “Then why
all the guards? Why the seclusion, the secrecy over on that side of
the dome?”
Brandon shook his head. “We take the bird in our
hand and leave the rest. We take the sure thing and get the fuck
out of here.”
“You aren’t making any sense,” said Daria. “I
know there are blood slaves just like I knew there was
something illegal happening at the teddy bear factory.”
“I don’t want to waste my time trusting your gut,
Daria!” Brandon spat in a low, dangerous-sounding voice.
Alejandro took a couple of menacing steps toward
him. “I don’t know what your problem is, Brandon, but you’re
outnumbered. We’re in a good position right now, and there’s no
reason to move in quickly on Sante. We’ve got the luxury to wait a
little and investigate the slave possibility.”
“You’re fucking her, so you’re willing to go along
with anything she says, is that it?” Brandon snorted. “Bloody hell,
Alejandro, you’re a pussy-whipped son of a bitch. You both do
remember that—”
Alejandro cut him off. “I don’t want to hear a
fucking word about rank. It’s two to one right now and we’re miles
from any ABI or GBC outpost.”
“So it’s to be mutiny, then?”
Alejandro flashed fang. “We can make it a violent
one, if you like.”
Brandon glared at them a moment, then turned on his
heel and stomped out of the apartment, slamming the door behind
him.
Alejandro vibrated with rage, staring at the
door.
“Thanks for backing me up.”
He glanced at her. “I trust your gut.”
Daria made fists at her sides. “The sooner this
mission ends, the better. I don’t like that guy.”
“What’s to like?”
He glanced at her and did a double take. Damn it.
She hadn’t been feeding. “You’re pale and shaking.”
She turned away. “I’m fine.”
“Fine, my ass.” He took her by the upper arm and
spun her around to face him. “You haven’t fed. Fuck, Daria. I knew
you weren’t feeding from me, but I thought you’d have sense enough
to feed from someone.”
She yanked her arm away from him. “Leave off, I’ll
find a donor today.”
Overwhelming possessiveness swamped his brain and
shut everything else off for a second, including logic. “The hell
you will. I don’t want your fangs in anyone but me.”
Daria glared up at him. “You just said you thought
I’d been feeding elsewhere these past couple of days.”
“That was then. Now that I know you haven’t been,
your sweet ass is mine.”
“I’m not sleeping with you, Alejandro.”
He hitched one side of his mouth up in a wry smile.
“Isn’t it a little late for that? That deed’s been done.” He paused
and his grin widened. “Several times.”
She turned away from him. “I can’t.”
The rejection stung. “Afraid you can’t resist me?”
He tried to sound cocky.
“Yes,” she answered honestly. “My libido has had a
good taste of you, Alejandro, and it wants more.”
And, for whatever broken reason, she didn’t want to
indulge it. Daria didn’t want a longer taste of him.
Alejandro went silent for a long time, processing
her words. In a way, maybe he should be flattered. She considered
him a threat to the walls she’d built around herself. That meant
he’d done a good job with his original intention—tearing them
down.
It hadn’t been enough, though. Alejandro was
beginning to understand that Daria was too damaged to accept his
love.
Then he finally said, “I promise not to push you,
okay? Take my blood, and I won’t touch you in any way not related
to the feeding.”
She turned and looked at him.
“I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He raised his hands,
palms out. “Swear.” He’d do his best, anyway.
“I would rather feed from you than a
stranger.”
“That’s a point we can both agree on.” He moved to
sit on the plush, overstuffed burgundy couch. He stretched his
large frame and groaned. “Better hurry up, though, it’s almost time
for us to head back over to Sante’s.”
They’d agreed to watch over Ari Templeton ever
since the explosion. Tonight they would sit with her and watch the
asteroid shower, a magnificent yearly event.
She glanced at him, hesitating.
“Daria, you’re going to do the biting, not
me.”
She took a moment longer and then walked to the
couch.
“It’s not flattering to my ego to be treated like
I’m an executioner.”
She only lowered her gaze and straddled him
tentatively, not meeting his eyes.
His breath rushed out of him at the sensation of
her cunt pressed against him, the warmth of it bleeding through his
pants and touching his hard cock.
Alejandro knew she fought herself over him.
Obscenely, that made him want to push her even though he’d promised
not to.
Daria rested her hands on his shoulders and stared
into his eyes. Shadows and uncertainty lurked in their depths. He’d
vowed that if there wasn’t a way into her heart, he’d find another
way to get under her skin. Apparently he’d succeeded. But it wasn’t
enough. Alejandro wanted her love.
“Come on, querida,” he said softly. “Bite
me.”
Her eyelids lowered a little as the invitation
settled over her, likely the result of the acute hunger she must
have been feeling. She leaned in toward him and he tipped his head
to the side, offering her his throat. Daria hesitated, her gaze
flicking to his eyes and then focusing on his jugular. She dipped
her head, and her fangs scraped his skin, making pleasure flare
throughout his body. Two sharp punctures, a stab of sweet pain, and
her veil unfurled over him, making his body tense with sexual
need.
Was it wrong that he wanted to ease her pants off
and tease her until she yielded to him? The urge was strong. To
keep his fingers from straying, he fisted her shirt in his hands
and held on tight as she took what she needed from him.
Alejandro would always let her take what she needed
from him.
The suction on his throat intensified. Her body
trembled. She shifted her hips against him, rubbing herself like a
cat along his body. Her hands fluttered from their place on his
upper arms and eased downward.
“Don’t,” he growled. The one word ripped through
his throat.
He couldn’t handle it if she touched him. He would
strip her and fuck her right here on this couch for sure and break
the promise he’d made.
She halted and a shudder ran through her body. Her
hands gripped his waist and didn’t move again.
Finally the suction at his throat eased, but not
until he began to feel the strain of the blood loss in his body.
Daria had waited far too long to feed.
She eased away from him, still not meeting his
gaze. He grabbed her wrist before she could pull away.
Alejandro really didn’t know why he did it, other
than that he hated what lay between them right now. He wished he
could force it to be another way, that he could erase parts of
Daria’s past and make her heart fit to love and trust again. He
could feel her slipping away from him more and more.
Daria stilled, looked down where he’d trapped her
wrist and then up at his face. Her color looked better now. She was
flushed from the rush of his blood through her veins.
They remained that way for several moments, holding
each other’s gaze—his jaw locked and fear flickering through her
eyes.
Finally he released her and she snatched her arm
away as if he’d burned her.
And that was that.
Daria was lost to him. Maybe she’d been lost from
the beginning, and he’d been stupid to try and make her see he
loved her.