Almost Midnight (Shadow Falls: After Dark #3.5)(46)

Chase looked around. “Why am I not in the hospital? I was in a plane crash for God’s sake.”

Jimmy reached out and touched Chase’s arm. “Do you remember what bad shape you were in?” he asked. “Do you see any wounds on you now? Are any of your bones broken?”

Chase looked down at his arms. He had a vague memory of not being able to move his right arm, and he hadn’t been able to feel his legs. Fear swirled around his chest. He yanked the covers back, exposing his legs. He bent his knees up and then lowered them back on the bed. No wounds. No broken bones. He looked up. How could … “What happened?”

“There’s a virus. The VI virus. Your father, you, and your sister were all carriers. It’s—”

“No!” Chase remembered what his sister had said about the strange virus. The virus that made people … made people crave blood. His gaze shot to the glass in the man’s hands. Was it blood?

“No,” Chase repeated. “This is crazy. I don’t believe in…”

“Vampires?” he asked.

Chase nodded.

“How much do you know? Did your father explain?”

“No,” Chase said. “My sister, she read a file. But it can’t be—”

“It is. I know it’s hard.” He looked at Chase with empathy. “I remember when someone explained it to me the first time. It … felt crazy.” He sighed. “It will take a while to get used to.” He patted Chase’s shoulder. “But you will be okay. And I’ll be here to help you.”

Chase’s mind ran like a fan, over and over, trying to figure out if he could really trust this guy.

There was a sound at the door. “Oh, someone’s wanting to see you.” He got up and opened it.

Baxter stormed in, his tail thumping, his whole body wiggling with joy. He let out a low moan, then jumped up on the bed and immediately started licking Chase’s face. Chase’s eyes filled with tears and the dog licked them away, too.

He finally looked at the man still standing there. He cleared his face of the weakness. “You found him?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Is he okay?” Chase asked, running his hand over the dog’s black fur.

“Yeah. I think he is. I was worried about him at first. All he did was bark. I had a friend look after him when I went to find the plane. I was told he barked the whole time. Never stopped. Not even for one minute. As soon as I came in with you, he went silent.”

Chase remembered hearing Baxter when he’d been in that strange tunnel of light. It had been because he’d wanted to find the dog that he’d turned away. He’d heard Baxter’s barks. Or he’d thought he’d heard him.

The dog whined and dropped his head on Chase’s lap, licking his hand.

“I’ll leave you two alone. You’ll be weak for a few more days and then … then I’ll show you a thing or two about what you can do now.”

Chase didn’t understand, but he nodded. The man left. Chase reached over to the nightstand and picked up the dog collar. “This is for you, buddy,” he said, his chest filled with grief.

He changed out the dog’s collar and then buried his face in Baxter’s thick fur and let a few more tears fall. “I thought I’d lost you, too. But no.” He pulled back and took the dog’s face in his hand and looked into his dark eyes. “It was really you, wasn’t it? You called me back. I heard you.”

Somehow Chase knew it was true. Baxter had saved his life. He didn’t know how he could hear the dog from the mountainside. Didn’t know how he’d survived the crash. Or what the hell had happened to him, or … He looked at the glass with a red rim around it. Was that…? Oh, hell, he still didn’t know what was happening to him. He bent his legs again, remembering not being able to move them. And his arm. It had been broken. How had he healed so quickly?

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at the collar. NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON A CHALLENGE.

Live, son, his dad’s words echoed inside him. Live for us.

“I’ll try, Dad. I’ll try.”





Spellbinder





Chapter One


Miranda Kane lay on the floor of her personal waiting/dressing room. Instead of meditating on the spells that she was about to be forced to perform, she committed murder.

Recently, she’d learned that killing helped calm her nerves. Not anything real, of course. It was just a game. She wouldn’t step on a bug. And a Texas-sized roach, the flying kind, had been hovering in the corner of the room as if unsure her “live and let live” policy included him. It did. Every living creature had a right to life.

But watching those imaginary demonic shape-shifters clutch their chests and keel over did a girl’s heart good. Especially since Perry, the blond, hot shape-shifter had broken up with her and run off to Paris.

Not only was he not calling her, he wasn’t taking her calls. She didn’t buy the “you deserve better” line he’d offered. Right now, he was probably French kissing some little Parisian twit.

And the fact that he was so good at French kissing just made it worse.

“Die,” she seethed as she took pleasure in running her sword through the belly of the blond demon with bright eyes who reminded her of Perry. “Yes!” She punched the air in victory.