hopes of getting his help to track down the source of the recent slayings.
As for Gerard Starkn, the Order hadn't been surprised to find his New York residence vacant when they'd raided it a few nights ago. The bastard had cleared out entirely, leaving no clues about the double life he'd been leading as Gordon Fasso, AKA the son of Dragos, and zero trace of where he might have fled after his clash with Rio at the Croton dam. A search of the area near the dam had yielded nothing, but Rio and the others weren't about to give up.
There was much yet to be done in the Order's quest to stop the evil Dragos was sowing, but Rio could think of none better to have on his side than the group seated with him now. He glanced around at the faces of his brethren and their mates - his family - and felt a surge of pride, and of deep, humbling gratitude, that he was a part of them once more. For always.
But it was when he turned to look at Dylan that his heart squeezed as if it were caught in a warm fist.
It was she who'd brought him back from the brink. She'd pulled him out of an abyss he never thought he'd escape. Her nourishing blood gave him strength, but it was the boundless gift of her love that truly made him whole.
Rio reached over and took Dylan's hand in his. She smiled as he lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed them, his eyes locked onto hers. He loved her so deeply, could hardly stand to be away from her now that she was with him. Knowing that she awaited him in his bed every night upon his return from patrol was both a torment and a balm.
"Be careful," she whispered to him, as he and the other warriors prepared to suit up for their missions.
Rio nodded, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly.
"Jesus," Nikolai said around a wry chuckle as everyone else began to disperse. "Get a room, you two."
"You're standing in it," Rio shot back, still holding on to Dylan. "How long before we go topside?"
Niko shrugged. "About twenty minutes, I'd guess."
"Long enough," Rio said, turning a hungry look on his woman.
She laughed and even blushed a little, but there was a definite spark of interest in her eyes. As Nikolai made a hasty exit and closed the door behind him, Rio took Dylan by the hand.
"Just twenty minutes," he said, soberly shaking his head. "I'm not sure where to begin."
Dylan arched a brow at him as she started inching toward the bedroom. "Oh, I think you'll figure it out."
Dylan was amazed at just how thoroughly Rio used those twenty minutes.
And when he returned from patrol much later that night, he'd set out to amaze her even more. He'd made love to her for hours, then wrapped her in his strong arms as she drifted off to sleep. She wasn't sure exactly when Rio had left their bed, but it was his absence that woke her about an hour before dawn. She drew on his thick terry robe and padded out of the apartment, following the buzzing in her veins that would lead her to her blood-bonded mate.
He wasn't in the compound or the mansion that sat above it on ground level. He was outside, in the garden courtyard behind the estate. Dressed in just a pair of black warm-ups, Rio was seated on the wide marble steps that spread out to the manicured lawn, watching a small bonfire a few yards out on the grass. Next to him was a box of framed photographs and a couple of the bright abstract paintings taken from the walls of his quarters.
Dylan looked out at the fire and saw the distorted shapes of more of his belongings slowly being consumed by the flames.
"Hey," he said, obviously sensing her as she approached him from behind. He didn't look back at her, just stretched his arm out to the side, waiting for her to take his hand. "I'm sorry if I woke you."
"It's okay." Dylan wrapped her fingers around his. "I don't mind being up. I missed your warmth."
As she spoke, he pulled her into a tender hold next to him. He circled her thighs with his arm and simply held her there, his gaze still fixed on the fire. Dylan glanced down into the box beside him, seeing the pictures of Eva