Darkness Splintered (Dark Angels 6) - Page 47

“What about Stane? He owns an electronics shop, doesn’t he? Couldn’t he get you a camera or something?”

Stane could get me a whole lot more than just a camera, thanks to the fact the shop was a cover for his black marketeering business.

“Good idea.” I glanced at my watch. We’d wasted a whole two hours and gained absolutely nothing – nothing except moving Mirri two hours closer to death. Frustration and anger surged anew, but there was little I could do but ignore it and keep on searching. I pushed myself off the sill and headed for the stairs. “Right now, I need to go home. I have to get to that damn meeting.”

He followed me. “You want me to drop you off, or are you going to get there under your own steam?”

“You can drive me, if you wouldn’t mind. Becoming Aedh drains the hell out of me.”

“Which probably explains why you’re so damn thin these days.” He held out a hand. “Sweater. Don’t want it wrecked.”

I hauled it off and handed it over. He studied me for several seconds, his gaze lingering on my breasts, then he sighed again. “Do you know how hard it is not to touch right now?”

I resisted the urge to glance down and see for myself just how hard it was. “Will you just get out the window.”

He grinned and jumped down to the ground. I slid the window back into its original position, then changed form and followed him out. Once the knives and my stomach had again settled, I redressed and we headed to the car.

He dropped me off on the corner of Punt Road and Tanner Street, then zoomed off to begin his hunt for the warehouse owners. I walked down toward Lennox Street, half wishing I’d borrowed his sweater again. The bite in the air was getting stronger, and a dress, however pretty, wasn’t enough to keep me warm.

I swung left into Lennox, then stopped dead. There were cops, firemen, and others everywhere.

And the old building that was our home was a half-burned-out shell.

Chapter 4

For several heartbeats, I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe.

My home was destroyed. While there were no flames, smoke drifted lazily from several sections of the building and the air was thick with its acrid scent. Firemen were rolling up long lengths of white hoses, and there were both firemen and cops picking their way through the remains of the kitchen end of the building. The other end of the building, which housed both the garage and the bedrooms, showed some evidence of scorching on the bricks and on the half-open roller door, but otherwise, it seemed to have escaped any major damage – at least from the fire. Whether it had escaped water damage was another matter entirely.

Oh, god. Tao. He’d been home. He could be hurt, injured…

I pushed through the gathered crowd, then ducked under the police tape that fenced off a wide area around our warehouse building. A cop caught me before I got three steps.

“Miss, you can’t go in there —”

“I fucking live there!” I yelled back, and brought my heel down on his foot as hard as I could. He cursed freely, but he didn’t release me. “Damn it, let me go! I need to find —”

Hands gripped me, shook me. “Ris, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

I blinked, staring up almost owlishly at the figure that held my arms so tightly. Then it registered that it was Tao, that he was here and whole, even if a little singed. I threw my arms around him and hugged him fiercely. “Oh, thank god,” I whispered. “For a moment I thought —”

“For a moment there, I almost was.” His voice was grim. He glanced at the man behind me, and added, “She’s my flatmate.”

“She’s damn lucky I don’t press assault charges,” the officer replied grimly. “Both of you, get back behind the tape and stay there until otherwise advised.”

Tao slipped his hand under my elbow and guided me across the road, finding us both a perch on the old brick fence five houses down from our place. He didn’t say anything, just sat beside me, a brooding figure that smelled of smoke and fire and fear. It was that last scent that had unease stirring through me.

I’m not sure how long we sat there, watching and not talking. Long enough that night came in, long enough for me to get colder than I’d ever thought possible, despite having a man of fire sitting beside me. Or maybe even because of it. Long enough for the fire marshals to finally declare the old building safe and the police to unwrap the tape and allow everyone back into their houses.

Even us.

Without comment, Tao rose and offered me his hand. I placed my fingers in his, and he tugged me upright. His flesh was hot, and it wasn’t the natural heat of a werewolf. It was the heat of a man who was barely controlling the fire elemental he’d consumed to save Ilianna’s life – an elemental he was now battling for control over his own body.

Of course, both he and Ilianna had been present at the sacred site where the elementals had been created only because I’d needed their help to uncover information from a book my father had left me. Which meant that the battle Tao faced now was very much my fault. I should have stopped them from coming… should have done a lot of things. But I couldn’t change the past. I could only change the future.

And hope like hell that Tao won his battle.

My gaze raked the black, broken end of our warehouse home. Was that what had happened here? Had the elemental tried to wrest control from him again?

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