Kurt’s voice grew harsh and strained, “It grows difficult… with Brovik. I’ve seen too much bloodshed. I dislike Leisha, but I won’t betray her. The dogs I can’t help, but she’s eluded them in the past.”
“Hopefully she will again.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “How long can you stay?”
His bittersweet smile crept over his face. “How does eternity sound?” We kissed. His mouth never tasted sweeter. We held on so tight it left momentary bruises. He rummaged in his jacket pocket, bringing out a pretty little carved box. “You can accept this now?”
I turned the box about in my fingers, admiring the intricate ivory inlaid design. “It’s gorgeous— thanks.”
He shook his head. “Open it. After all these years, I’d hope to give you something better than a box.”
I opened the catch. Nestled inside the satin lining was the same butterfly pendant I’d sold years before. I was astonished. “How on earth?”
“I started looking for it as soon as you told me about it. The shopkeeper you sold it to contacted the purchaser. I offered three times its value, but that’s beside the point. It seemed only right it be returned to you”
“You’ve kept it all these years?”
I trembled as he took it out and hung it around my neck. Tears ran down my face. He reached out and brushed them away. “Someday, Mia, we’ll walk hand-in-hand in the sun.”
EIGHTEEN
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A few blissful weeks later, Kurt reluctantly left. Every time I went out from then on, Brovik’s dogs would trail me around town at a discreet distance. I couldn’t even hunt without them following. It was irritating, to be observed in such an intimate act, so I waited as long as I possibly could.
Finally, a Nor’easter blew in. Rain fell in sheets. I was ravenous now. So, in spite of the dogs, I headed to the park via subway.
Two dogs followed me out of the Columbus circle station into the storm. Wind whipped up through the cavernous streets. Stinging rain feel sideways as I set out toward the park, driven by a natural force stronger than the storm. The dogs cursed after me, taking shelter in a doorway to wait the rain out.
I sniffed out a vagrant, crouching beneath an underpass, and took him swiftly. It was easy to dig a makeshift grave in the muddy ground beneath the trees to bury the body. I wiped a film of perspiration and rain from my brow when I caught a scent more seductive than the corpse’s alcohol-sweat stink. Immortyl female with a hint of Chanel Number Five. The soft swish of her garments preceded her. Her step was sure and swift.
A brown velvet voice called out in the darkness, “Mia?”
That husky note was engraved on my brain. I rose from my muddy knees. She melted out of the shadows, auburn hair purple with rain, lioness eyes glittering amber. Her warm golden skin gave off a burnished glow. It still hurt to look at her, she was so fucking amazing.
“Been looking for you for weeks, girl.”
“It’s a big town.”
She stood perfectly motionless, her control already finely honed with the kind of eerie stillness that usually takes decades to develop, not an errant muscle twitching in her chiseled face, long hands hanging at her sides. “We need to talk,” she said.
“Shoot.”
She looked around. “Can we go somewhere out of this rain?”
I shook my head. “Brovik’s dogs, they’re watching me but I gave them the slip. They don’t like the rain but we can duck under that bridge for a minute. Make it quick if you want to live.”
Annoyance flashed over her. She nodded and we both slipped under the sheltering underpass.
“You won’t turn me in to your little boyfriend, will you?”
“Why should I protect you?”
She looked as if she wanted to say something nasty but changed her mind, appealing to me instead, “I never wanted this.”
“Ethan gave you the history lesson?”
“Just when I thought nothing could be worse.”
I was tired of games and wanted her to spit it out. “You want something from me?”
“I need your help.”
“I’m the absolute bottom of the social order. What in hell’s name can I do?”
“Kurt’s real sweet on you, but I’ve never been able to win his trust. Always checking up on me, spying, sent dogs to follow me when I went out, sneaky little thing.”
“Brovik’s orders obviously.”
“But his loyalty is only up to a point. Kurt fought with the old man for months before he first let