Unraveled(The second book in the Intertwined series)Gena Showalter
Again, this one is for the real Haden, Seth, Chloe, Riley, Victoria, Nathan, Meagan, Parks, Lauren, Stephanie, Brittany and Brianna. Notice that none of your characters have sprouted horns and tails. I cant promise it wont happen in the next book, but I can tell you that Auntie GeeGee can be bribed.
This one is also for fellow authors Jill Monroe, Kresley Cole and P.C. Cast. I know, I know. You see their names in all my dedications. But I promise you, they deserve every bit of praise. A writers life is often solitary and those three talented beauties remind me that theres a world outside my computerand that theres a party nearby with my name on it.
This one is also for my amazing editor and darling friend, Margo Lipschultz. This woman continually goes above and beyond the call of duty for me. Her insights are brilliant and Im a better writer because of her!
This one is also for The Awesome, aka Natashya Wilson, another amazing editor and advocate in my corner. This lady rocks!
Also, to Harlequin for always being willing to take a chance on my (weird) ideas. To my family for the continued support. And to YOU, my readers. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Despite everything I said above, though, this booklike Intertwinedis mostly dedicated to me. What? Writing it was hard.
PROLOGUE
ADEN STONE THRASHED ON his bed, his sheets falling to the floor. Too hot. Sweat poured from him, causing his boxers, the only thing he wore, to stick to his thighs. Too much. His mindoh, his poor, ravaged mind. So many flickering images tangled with consuming darkness, horrid chaos and brutal pain.
Couldnt takemuch more He was human, yet scorching vampire blood now flowed through his veins. Powerful vampire blood that allowed him to see the world through the eyes of its donor, if only for a little while. That wouldnt have been so terriblehed experienced it beforeexcept he had ingested blood from two different sources the night before. Accidentally, of course, but that didnt matter to his scrambled brain.
One sourcehis girlfriend, the Princess Victoria. The other, Dmitri, her dead fiancé. Or betrothed. Whatever.
Now their blood fought a vicious tug-of-war for his attention. A toxic back-and-forth. No big deal, right? Over the years, hed fought zombies, time-traveled and talked to ghosts; he should be able to laugh about a little ADD. Wrong! He felt as if hed drunk a bottle of acid with a chaser of broken glass. One burned him while the other sliced him to pieces.
And now he was
Switching focus again.
Oh, Father, he suddenly heard Victoria whisper.
He winced. Shed whispered, yeah, but, too loud. His ears were as sensitive as the rest of him.
Somehow, he found the strength to push through the pain and center his gaze. Big mistake. Too bright. The heavy gloom of Dmitris surroundings had given way to the sparkling colors of Victorias. Aden peered through her eyes now, unable to even blink on his own.
You were the strongest man ever to live, she continued in a solemn tone, and Aden felt as if he were the one speaking, his throat rubbed raw. How could you have been defeated so quickly? How could I not have known what was happening? she thought.
She, her bodyguard, Riley, and their friend Mary Ann had driven Aden home last night. Victoria had wanted to stay with him, but hed sent her away. He hadnt known how he would react to the two different types of blood inside him, and shed needed to be with her people in their time of mourning. For a while, hed tried to sleep, tossing and turning, his body recovering from the beat down it had givenand received. Then, about an hour ago, the tug-of-war had begun. Thank God Victoria had beat feet. What a freaking nightmare it would have been to see himself through her eyes, in his current pathetic condition, and know what she was thinking.
When Victoria thought of him, he wanted her stuck on the word invincible. Barring that, hed make do with hot. Anything else, no thanks. Because he thought she was perfect, in every way.
Perfect and sweet and beautiful. And his. Her image filled his mind. She had long, dark hair that tumbled down her pale shoulders, blue eyes that glittered like crystals and lips that were cherry red. Kissable. Lickable.
Hed met her only a few weeks ago, though he felt as if hed known her forever. Which, in a warped kind of way, he had. Well, at least for the last six months, thanks to a heads-up from one of the souls living in his head. Yeah, as if vampires and telepathic blood werent enough of an oddity, Aden shared his head with three other human souls. More than that, each soul possessed a supernatural ability.
Julian could raise the dead.
Caleb could possess other bodies.
And Elijah could predict the future.
Through Elijah, Aden had known he would encounter Victoria before shed ever arrived in Crossroads, Oklahoma. A place hed once considered hell on earth, but now considered The Awesome, even though it was a total breeding ground for so-called mythical creatures. Witches, goblins, fairiesall enemies to Victoriaand of course, vampires. Oh, and werewolves, the vampire protectors.
And, okay. That was a lot of freaking creatures. But if one myth had been true, it kinda made sense that all myths would be.
What am I going to do with Victoria began again, drawing his attention to the present.
He really wanted to hear her complete that sentence. Before she could utter another word, however, his focus switched. Again. Darkness suddenly enveloped him, consuming him, chasing away his connection to Victoria. Adens thrashing on his bed renewed, pain exploding through him just before he linked with the other vampire. Dmitri. Dead Dmitri.
Aden wanted to open his eyes, to see something, anything, but his lids were seemingly glued together. Through panting breaths, he smelled dirt andsmoke? Yes. Smoke. Thick and cloying, itching his throat. He coughed, and coughed, or was Dmitri coughing? Was Dmitri still alive? Or was the body only reacting because Adens thoughts sparked through their shared mind?
He tried to move Dmitris lips, to force words to emerge, to gain someones attention, but his lungs seized, rejecting the ashy air, and suddenly he couldnt breathe at all.
Burn him, someone said coolly. Lets make sure the traitor stays dead.
My pleasure, another replied, a gleeful edge to the tone.
In the darkness, Aden couldnt see the speakers. Didnt know if they were human or vampire. Didnt know where he was orthe first mans words finally sank in, consuming his thoughts. Burnhim
No. No, no, no. Not while Aden was here. What if he felt every lick of flame?
No! he tried to scream. Again, no sound emerged.
Dmitris body was lifted. Aden felt as if he were suspended from a wire, head flopping back, limbs forgotten. Nearby, he heard the crackle of those dreaded flames. Heat wafted to him, swirling around him, enveloping him.
No! He tried to thrash, to fight, but the body remained motionless. No!
A moment later, contact. And oh, yes. He felt it. The first streams of fire flicked against his feet before catchingspreading. Agony. Agony unlike anything hed ever known. Skin, melting. Muscles and bones, liquefying. Blood, disintegrating. Oh, God.
Still he tried to fight, to pull away and run, and still the lifeless body refused to obey. No! Help! Impossibly, the agony intensifiedsmoldering over him, eating him up bite by tasty bite. What would happen if he remained linked to Dmitri until the very end? What would happen if he
Pinpricks of light winked through the darkness, bloomed and locked together, until he was once again seeing the world through Victorias eyes. Yet another switch. Thank God. He was panting, so drenched with sweat he was practically swimming, but despite the change, residual painfar greater than the acid still swishing through his veinsslithered from his feet to his brain, and he wanted to shout.
He wasshaking, he realized. No, Victoria was shaking.
A soft, warm hand pressed against hishershoulder. She looked up, vision blurry from her tears. Moonlight glowed in the sky, he saw, and stars twinkled. A few night birds even flew overhead, calling to each other infear? Probably. They had to sense the danger below them.
Victoria lowered her gaze, and Aden studied the vampires surrounding her. Each was tall, pale, striking. Alive. Most were not the monsters storybooks painted them to be. They were simply detached, humans a food source they couldnt afford to care about.
Vampires lived for centuries, after all, while humans withered and died. Exactly as Aden was soon to die.
Elijah had already predicted his death. The prediction sucked, yeah, but it was the method that sucked more: a sharp knife through his very necessary heart.
Hed always prayed the method would miraculously change. Until now. A knife through the heart beat burning to death inside a body that didnt belong to him any day of the week. And when the hell was he going to catch a break, huh? No torture, no fighting creatures, no waiting around for the end, just flunking tests and kissing his girlfriend.
Aden forced himself to concentrate before he worked himself into a rage he couldnt hope to assuage. The vampire mansion rose behind the crowd, shadowed and eerie, like a haunted house melded with a Roman cathedral. Victoria had told him the house had been here, in Oklahoma, for hundreds of years, and her people had borrowed it from its owner when they first arrived. Hed taken that to mean the former owner had supplied the vampires with a nice lunch buffetof his organs.
He was powerful, youre right about that, a girl who looked to be Victorias age said. She had hair the color of newly fallen snow, eyes like a meadow and the face of an angel. She wore a black robe that bared one pale shoulder, traditional vampire garb, but somehow she seemedout of place. Maybe because shed just popped a Juicy Fruit bubble.
A great king, another girl added, placing her hand on Victorias other side. Another blonde. This one had crystalline eyes like Victoria and the face of a fallen angel. Unlike the other girls, she wore a black leather half-top and black leather pants. Weapons were strapped to her waist, and barbed wire circled her wrists. And no, the wire wasnt a tattoo.
Yes, Victoria replied softly. Darling sisters.
Sisters? Hed known Victoria had them, yeah, but hed never met them. Theyd been locked in their rooms during the Vampire Ball meant to celebrate Vlad the Impalers official awakening from his century-long slumber. Aden wondered if Victorias mother was here, too. Apparently, shed been imprisoned in Romania for spilling vampire secrets to humans. Vlads orders. A real nice guy, that Vlad.
Aden was human, and he knew way more than he should. Some vampireslike Victoriacould teleport, traveling from one location to another with only a thought. And if word had already reached Romania that the vampire king was dead, mommy vamp could have arrived in Crossroads seconds later.
He was a terrible father, though. Wasnt he? the first girl continued while chewing gum.
The three shared a rueful half-smile.
He was indeed, Victoria said. Unbending, exacting. Brutal to his enemiesand sometimes to us. And yet, its so hard to say goodbye.
She peered down at Vlads charred remains. He was the first human ever to change from human to vampire. Well, the first anyone knew about. His body was intact, though burned beyond recognition. A crown perched haphazardly atop his hairless head.
Several rings decorated his fingers, and a black velvet cloth draped his chest and legs.
His dead body still lay where Dmitri had dropped it. Was there some kind of protocol about moving a royal corpse? Or were his people still too shocked to touch him?
Theyd lost him the very night they were to be reunited with him. Dmitri had burned the guy to death just before the ceremony and claimed the vampire throne as his own. Then Aden had killed him, which meant Aden was now supposed to lead the bloodsuckers. Aden, of all people, of all humans, which was honest to God craziness. Hed make a terrible king. Not that he wanted even to try.
He wanted Victoria. No more, no less.
Despite our feelings, hell have a place of honor, even in death, Victoria said. Her gaze swept past her sisters to the vampires still looming around them. His funeral must be
In a few months, the second sister interrupted.
Victoria blinked once, twice, as if trying to jumpstart her thoughts. Why?
Hes our king. Hes always been our king. More than that, hes the strongest among us. What if hes still alive under all that soot? We need to wait, watch him. Make sure.
No. Aden felt the glide of Victorias hair on her shoulders as she shook her head violently. That will merely offer everyone false hope.
A few months is too long a wait, yeah, the green-eyed gum chewer said. Her name was Stephanie, if he was reading Victorias thoughts correctly. But I do agree waiting a little while before burning him is smart. Well let everyone get used to the idea of a human king. So why dont we compromise, huh? Lets wait, oh, I dont know, a month. We can keep him in the crypt below us.
First, the crypt is for our deceased humans. Second, even a month is too long, Victoria gritted out. If we must wait she paused until they nodded then lets waithalf a month. Shed wanted to say a day, maybe two, but had known the suggestion would be met with resistance. And this way, Aden would have time to acclimate to the idea of being king.
The other sister ran her tongue over her very sharp, very white teeth. Very well. Agreed. Well wait fourteen days. And we will keep him in the crypt. Hell be sealed inside, preventing any lingering rebels from hurting him further.
Victoria sighed. Yes. All right. You agreed to my stipulation, so Ill agree to yours.