Bound in Death (Bound #5)(49)

She frowned at him. “I should believe you because…?”

“Lorcan thinks I’m here to use our friendship.”

They didn’t have a friendship. They had lies.

“But I saw. I saw.”

Good for him. Disgusted, she turned away from him. She didn’t want to hear any more of his stories.

“Did you know that you have a brother, Jane?”

Yeah, she did. Jane hesitated. Her gaze slid toward Zoe. The other woman gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“Did you know that he’s about to die?”

The guy was bluffing. Jane spun to face him, and her hands fisted on her hips. “I don’t think so.”

“He has poison in his veins. Poison that Lorcan put there.” The hair at his temples was wet with sweat. “Lorcan has the cure to that poison. If you go to him, you can take the cure.”

Her heart kicked into her chest. “That’s a lie.” Another one. Ryan would have mentioned his imminent death, wouldn’t he?

Alerac was now staring at Zoe, too. “Bring the vamp in here.”

“But—but the sun—”

“I don’t care if he’s weak, I want him in here.”

Zoe nodded, then hurried from the room.

Jane kept staring at Heath. “It’s just another lie,” she said, sadly. “Another trick. Maybe you were supposed to come here and try to get me to your side, but when you started to heal, you realized that wasn’t going to work because we’d all realized that you’d been using my blood—”

“No, dammit, I’m telling you the truth!”

But his truth sounded like lies to her.

Heath exhaled. “It’s true, I swear it is. The guy is going to die unless you go meet Lorcan.”

She just gazed back at him. Liar, liar.

Heath swore and jerked against his ropes. “Don’t believe me? Then just drink me. Vamps can see memories. As old as you are, you should be able to control the memories you pull up. Lorcan does. He can see anything he wants when he drinks from prey.”

“I’m not Lorcan.” She might as well be a newborn vamp as far as memory control was concerned. As far as any vamp powers were concerned.

“You want your brother to die, fine. You can just—”

Ryan burst into the cabin. Zoe was at his side, casting worried glances his way. “What. The. Hell?” Ryan demanded as he advanced toward Alerac.

Then he got a look at the bound man.

Ryan stopped. Frowned. Then shrugged as if seeing a bound human was a typical occurrence for him.

“Is there something you need to tell us?” Alerac asked Ryan.

“Sure. You’re an SOB who will never be worthy of my sister?”

Alerac smiled. “Not that.” A pause. “Are you dying?”

“Not today,” Ryan shot right back.

“The poison’s in you!” Heath yelled, straining against the ropes.

Ryan slowly stepped toward the yelling man. “And who might you be?”

“He’s the human doctor who found Jane,” Alerac told him. “And he’s also the man who’s been taking her blood.”

Ryan’s teeth snapped together. “Is he.”

“He says you’ve got poison in you,” Alerac continued with a watchful gaze. “And the only way to get a cure? Well, seems Jane has to trade her life for yours.”

“I don’t want any trade.” Flat. Instant.

Jane’s breath caught. Wait—he hadn’t denied the poison. He’d just said he didn’t want a trade. Jane studied him, trying to see past the guard of his handsome face.

“This human works for Lorcan?” Ryan’s lips twisted. “He always did like to use his lackeys. He’d get them to do his grunt work, then drain ‘em dry. The fools thought they’d get immortality.”

Heath’s eyes widened.

“All they got was a fast trip to hell.”

Heath wasn’t struggling any longer.

“Is there poison in your veins?” Jane asked him.

Ryan smiled at her. “That’s not your problem. Hell, you don’t even know me.”

No, she didn’t have memories of him. “You’re my brother.” And he’d touched her mind. When he’d sent that message to meet him at the stream, she’d actually felt him in her head. That touch had been strangely comforting. Familiar.

She’d tried to reach out to him again, using that mental link, but Jane had found nothing.

No link.

No comfort.

His face hardened. “You’re not going to offer your life for me or for some cure that Lorcan doesn’t have. I know I’ve been living on borrowed time. I’ve known it for nearly two centuries.” He rubbed his chin. “It’s my own fault. I tried to get him to make me a deal with me. After he took you away, I was willing to do anything, to trade anything, to find you.”

Her chest ached.

“Lorcan’s witch made me a potion. See, he’d let her keep living because she didn’t know exactly where you were imprisoned. He got her to create a special brew. Said that it would connect me to you.” His eyes squeezed shut. “I drank it, like a fool, and I got that deeper connection. I could hear you in my head. Crystal f*cking clear. You were crying, screaming. Helpless. And those were your real cries. Your body might have frozen, but you were conscious of every moment that passed.” He ran a hand over his face. “You were aware and always screaming in your mind. In my mind. I could hear you, twenty-four, seven, but I couldn’t find you. I couldn’t free you.”