Bane's Choice (Vampire Motorcycle Club #1) - Alyssa Day Page 0,70
a Strange New World (before she died a bloody and horrifying death).
She laughed out loud, with only a touch of trepidation beneath her amusement, and switched on the radio so she could sing along. Another thing she hadn’t done in…years? The first song that came up on the Oldies channel was “Walking on Sunshine.”
Because, of course, it was.
She smiled and sang all the way to Bane’s house.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bane had been up and pacing his study floor for an hour, pushing away the memory of the nightmares and making calls. To contacts of his in the city, who all claimed to know nothing. To Edge, who never slept much during the day, anyway. Edge had been surly and barely verbal on the phone, responding only in the negative.
No, he hadn’t been able to find anything out about the Chamber’s presence in Savannah.
No, he hadn’t discovered where the necromancer had gone to ground.
No, and no, and no. No useful information of any kind.
When Bane had asked him what the hell computers were good for, anyway, if they couldn’t find out this basic information, Edge had graphically informed him exactly what Bane could do with his laptop.
That had pretty much ended the conversation.
Luke was asleep. Meara was asleep. Almost none of Bane’s connections were answering their phones, and those who were had nothing to say.
And—worst of all—necromancers had no problem walking around in the daytime. Their powers were weaker than at night, but there were a hell of a lot of very bad things that Constantin could be up to while Bane was trapped in his house.
He hurled his phone to the floor and left his rooms, fleeing both his feeling of utter uselessness and his recurring nightmares of murdering Dr. St. Cloud.
Ryan.
Dying in his arms. Again and again.
He knew they were only nightmares and yet—and yet. He never dreamed. Almost never. Meara had told him his daytime sleep was more akin to a coma than true sleep, and he was “bloody well hard to wake up out of it.”
Why now?
He’d had premonition dreams before, it was true, but he refused to believe this was one of them. He didn’t want to kill her—would do anything and everything in his power to avoid it.
Unless she betrayed you.
And then he’d have no choice.
Denial rose in his throat, burning like bile. No. He’d never harm her. He’d pack up and take his family far away from Savannah, if it came to that. Edge could be sure that nobody would ever find them again. The doctor would be mocked, and nobody would believe her if she tried to tell her story to a world that didn’t believe in vampires.
That won’t work. If she betrays me, I’ll have to kill her. There’s no other choice.
He stumbled to a stop, disgust and self-loathing rising like bile in his throat. Perfect. All she’d asked for was his trust, and here he was already plotting how to destroy her when she inevitably betrayed him.
Proving, yet again, that he was a monster—even when it had nothing to do with fangs or magic.
She deserved so much better than him, a small, seldom-heard voice in the back of his mind tried to insist. The resurrection of his long-dead conscience?
“Never,” he snarled, as if responding out loud to the voice in his head were in any way normal.
When he heard the garage door open, he flew down the stairs, his feet never touching the ground, and yanked open the door. Mr. C was climbing out of the car. Meara, too.
And no one else.
“Where is she?” He barely restrained himself from grabbing the man by the throat. “Where is she?”
Before Mr. C could answer, Meara smacked Bane in the shoulder. “Hey, dumbass. Fighting below your weight class there. If you want to bully someone, try it with me.”
He whirled and got right up in his sister’s face. “Where. Is. She?”
Meara, proving yet again that she had no sense of self-preservation, yawned and rolled her eyes. “She’s at her place, getting some of her things. She promised to follow in her car as soon as she could.”
Bane barely managed to keep from putting his fist through the concrete wall of the garage. “And you let her?” he roared.
She shoved him, knocking him back and away, and he realized that she’d lost her temper, too. “I must be to put up with you for all these years. Look, Bane. Your human is smart and honest, so far as I can tell. Better than you deserve, to