Defy the Dawn (Midnight Breed 14) - Page 89

He wanted to call out to Brynne again, but the silence in the alley held his tongue.

He wasn’t alone.

He took a step forward and the prickle in his veins became a throb.

“Brynne?” He said her name in little more than a whisper as he tilted his head back and looked up, following the wall of old red bricks that rose on both sides of the narrow street.

And there she was.

Huddled in the corner of a rickety black iron fire escape four stories up.

“Ah, fuck… Brynne.”

The crystal at his wrist put him up there with her in that next instant. She flinched under the flash of pure white energy, drawing herself into a tight ball as far away from him as she could get. Her dark hair was a chaotic tangle that all but covered her face, many of the strands soaked and stiff with drying blood.

“It’s all right,” he said. “You’re safe now.”

The sound she made when he took a step forward and reached for her made the hair on the back of his neck rise in warning.

The growl that came out of her was anguished, pained…alien.

“Brynne, look at me. It’s Zael. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Go. Away.”

If he wasn’t looking at her with his own eyes now, he never would have believed the twisted, gravely rasp belonged to her. She kept her head down, her arms wrapped around her updrawn knees. Her feet were bare, the skin on the tops of them covered with dermaglyphs. Deep colors surged and pulsed in furious, changeable hues on the backs of her hands too.

He looked closer, his gaze snagging on something peculiar about her fingers.

Her nails… They were black.

No, not fingernails, he realized now.

Talons.

Sharp as razors, the nails on the tips of her fingers gleamed as black as obsidian.

“Brynne,” he murmured. “Let me see you. Let me help you.”

“You can’t.” Anger lashed out at him with her reply. She gave a brief toss of her head, a moan leaking out of her. “Go away, Zael. Please.”

“No. Not this time. You’re not pushing me away when it’s obvious you’re in trouble and need help—”

“I said go away!”

Finally, her head came up. But it wasn’t Brynne glowering at him now. Zael gaped at the molten amber light that poured out of her eyes. Thin pupils locked on him in rage—in staggering deadly intent. Glyphs surged all over her face now, drawing attention to the sharpened angles of her cheekbones and brow, and the enormous lengths of her fangs.

Not Breed, because not even the eldest Gen One transformed like this in the throes of hunger.

Brynne was something else. Something other.

Something Zael and his people hadn’t seen up close for thousands of years.

The beautiful, tormented face staring back at him now in dangerous fury was the face of an Ancient.



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