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  Pierce shook his head and William said, “No. The Rare One comes-of-age much later than one that is just a Blood Singer. The purer you are, the greater the manifestation of your latent talents.”

  Julia's eyes shifted back and forth between the two of them. “What talents?” she asked slowly.

  William paused, then dropped the bomb, “Paranormal talents.”

  Julia's hand whipped out and gripped the table that stood behind her. The hell with appearing weak, she backed up until her thighs pressed against the bench.

  Insane Vampires. It wasn't just enough that there were such things as vampires. These ones were crazy ass loons.

  It just kept getting better and better.

  Julia despaired.

  “Are you having headaches?” Pierce pressed.

  “Precognitive dreams?” William asked silkily.

  Julia's head snapped up and locked with William's gaze, gold meeting silver. She shook her head in denial. She would not be their stupid Blood Singer messiah or whatever-the-hell they were looking for. She redoubled her determination to escape.

  Soon.

  CHAPTER 7

  graduation

  It was cool, the air holding none of the heat that would be found in other parts of America. Here at latitude fifty-nine, late May meant maybe sixty degrees. Maybe.

  Today it was a cool fifty-eight. Intermittent clouds floated overhead and the breeze from the Homer Spit had made its way to the high school, slowed but not beaten.

  Julia looked away from the Valedictorian who was expounding on the benefits of altruistic endeavors.

  It was all bullshit, said through the bullhorn of what she could gain by making a good impression on whoever was listening. Julia swung her leg restlessly until Jason stilled it with a hand on her knee. His eyes swung to hers. “It'll be okay, just today, then we're free.”

  The girl droned on, the guys got a fine sheen of sweat over their brows, all that satiny polyester was causing the greenhouse effect.

  Finally, the staff herded them through the line and they shook hands, stood for pictures and ate the celebratory cake courtesy of Costco. It was anticlimactic anyway.

  It only served to underscore that uneasy feeling Julia had. Like she was waiting. Ever since the Terrell incident.

  Death, she corrected herself.

  She had felt a portent. A feeling of impending doom. It felt like a ticking time bomb. Her sleep was leaving her these days and nightmares were taking up residence in its absence.

  She was exhausted and Jason was worried.

  If that weren't enough, there was the impending trial. If a jury of Jason's peers found him not guilty in the death of Terrell, then he was free. Unfortunately, because of the nature of how he had... killed Terrell, he had a mandatory six weeks of anger management classes. And of course, he was angry about the classes.

  Total irony.

  The Caldwells had not really forgiven Jason for making them look “bad” by killing Terrell. Even Truman had defended Jason, saying he'd saved lives. Of course, what the Caldwells weren't telling Truman was that her life was not that important to them. It hurt, but Julia had to stay focused on her future.

  With Jason.

  When the lame reception was over they drove to Julia's house so she could change. Then it was out to the beach with Kevin and Cyn.

  Julia opened the door, Jason behind her. He'd been so quiet in the car. She knew something was on his mind.

  Seeing that Lily wasn't home from work yet she walked to her room. Tearing open her closet door, she chucked out her beach jeans, T-shirt and the faded and battered Salty Dawg Saloon hoodie. It was her most beat up one but she loved it. She'd bribed a tourist one summer to go in there and get one for her. It was a Homer landmark, a cabin from 1897 that had grown into a rough and tumble tavern.

  She pressed the hoodie against her face, inhaling the fragrant soap Lily used and a pang of homesickness struck her. She was really going, she thought, a little forlorn. Just six short weeks.

  Jason came up behind Julia and wrapped his arms around her, the graduation gowns wrapping and mingling together around their legs. “It's not like she's gonna die. You can come back and visit her, Jules.”

  Julia nodded silently. She understood that. She did.

  But there would be no one, no family to see her get married, no one to appreciate her husband. Just Lily. And Lily was bitter. She had gotten saddled with her brother's kid and that had been a stain on her heart, spreading across that muscle that throbbed in her body with increasing speed. Until all of it was covered in resentment.

  Jason kissed her temple, his lips hovering above her skin like butterfly’s wings, fragile but present. She leaned back against him. He turned her and slowly lifted the gown off, the rasping of the satin catching on the fine strands of hair that had escaped the clasp she'd secured it in. He tossed it aside and tore his gown off, tossing it onto the floor at his feet.

  Gathering her in his arms he kissed her, pressing his lips to hers with heat.

  Jason's lips moved over hers with pressure and longing, combining in a succulent pull. Julia's mouth opened and her arms slid around his broad shoulders, the muscles bunching as he pressed her closer. She gave a little moan and he moved them backward, where they fell softly on her bed. He broke the kiss when they landed, his elbows braced on either side of her body.

  “I can't wait to make you mine, Julia,” he said, dipping to kiss her temple again. His lips slid from that point, making a blazing trail down her jaw, then a sideways path to her mouth.

  He lingered there, scooping her long hair from where it was pinned underneath her, fanning it out behind her. Jason slid her further on the bed, falling to the side of her. He cupped her face and pecked her lips again. Searching her face, he saw the lingering anxiety there. “Lily'll come around, you'll see.”

  “She may not. But, even though she took me in and saved me from the system, it wasn't her choice.”

  Speak of the devil.

  Julia heard Lily buzz into the house and start clanking around in the kitchen. Supper preparation. Julia wasn't that interested. Eating hadn't been a big priority since Terrell. She'd never been an emotional eater. When stuff got intense, food lost its appeal.

  “Come on,” Jason kissed her again, then kissed her once more on that tender spot between her earlobe and her collarbone. She smiled, a little breathless. She knew some guys would have been trying to attack the obvious, but not Jason. He really loved her. He wanted her but he wanted her for the right reasons.

  Jason was the man for her.

  But in the end she didn't get him after all.

  *

  Right away Julia knew she should have worn a puffy over the top of her hoodie. She sighed, stepping out of Jason's big truck, the lift kit making the whole thing a hike to get in and out of.

  She gave a scoot and a hop and got out before Jason could meet her on the other side.

  He came around and closed the door for her. “You should have waited for me, I'd get you down,” his lips turned up.

  “I bet you would, pervert!” Julia teased as Cyn and Kevin walked up.

  Kevin smirked, “I hear pervert. Must be Caldwell here.”

  “Thanks for the support, Kev,” Jason said sarcastically.

  He grinned, shrugging. “Welcome.”

  Cyn smiled at Julia, taking in the XtraTufs and hoodie uniform. Cynthia had on her Ugg boots. Stylish to most, ugly to her.

  “Well, I see you are consistent,” Cyn said in her droll way.

  “Don't start, I didn't want to suffer through any more Unwanted Clothing.”

  Cyn rolled her eyes. “I did see you barely making it through the ceremony. Couldn't you have faked it?”

  “Hell no! I didn't like any of the teachers and after the Terrell thing...” she trailed off then immediately felt terrible. They'd all been there too and here she was bringing it up.

  “Sorry guys,” Julia mumbled, bowing her head a little and letting her long h
air form a curtain to hide her expression.

  That had been beyond stupid, she could kick her own ass. Miss Sensitive.

  Jason put a finger underneath her chin, tilting it so their eyes met. “Don't be sorry, Jules. All of us were there. It was me that killed him,” he said in a low voice. “Ask me if I feel bad?”

  She swallowed, her mouth dry. “Do you feel bad?”

  He shook his head, solemn. “No.”

  “Hell, Jules,” Kevin spread his arms away from his body, wearing a T-shirt that read, Zombie Bait, “you were in that psycho's cross hairs. Caldwell had to do it.”

  Cynthia looked at Julia and understood. They'd been friends for years, she didn't want to feel responsible for any accidents, especially after her parents.

  Especially that. She reached out and put a chunk of hair behind Jules' ear. “Don't sweat that creeper, Jules. This wasn't your fault. Your fault that he died. Just because someone dies when you're around, doesn't mean you have to take the death on as your fault. That's crap and you know it.” Cyn dipped down a little until she was eye level with Jules. “Are ya hearin' me?”

  “Yeah,” Julia whispered. She was so lucky to have these guys, unshed tears burnt the back of her eyelids. Tears were for sissies. She sucked it up, hugging Cyn with one arm and flung the other around Jason, her hand in the middle of his back. It was where she could reach him. He cuddled her as they did an awkward shamble to the bonfire that Kevin had built, the heat washing over her like a wave of comfort and serenity.

  Too brief.

  Her peace was too brief.

  CHAPTER 8

  Seattle

  Pierce and William had deemed her ready. Ready for travel, ready for the final leg of their journey.

  They were headed to William's home coven in Seattle.

  Julia was ready too. She only had the smallest amount of guilt. After all, if Julia was truthful with herself then she'd have to wallow in it. The memory. Explore it. Reconcile that it was not William and Pierce who'd killed Jason. That they'd been too late to stop it from happening.

  She would not let sentiment cloud her plan.

  The memory began to play out like the nightmare it was. Julia felt the heat begin at her toes and roar up her body like she was a lone tree in a forest on fire. Her heart was beating rapidly, her palms sweating, and her breath coming in great whoops. She had to calm down.

  Now. Before she had a full blown panic attack. That always got the full attention of the vampires.

  She didn't want that.

  Ever again.

  Julia slowed her breathing, shoving the horrible memory down in the well of her subconscious. It would come again, it always did, in the silent and unguarded moments of her wakefulness. It would surge forward like the tide to shore. She waited until her hands had only a fine tremble then picked up her bag.

  Turning, she looked one more time at her temporary home. She sighed, closing the door behind her. Julia suddenly realized what day it was.

  Over a year since her precious Jason had been ripped from her life. Torn from her soul, leaving it within her body, shredded.

  She moved down the hall, seeing the two runners who waited so still against the exit.

  Waiting for her. Their prize.

  But not for long, Julia thought, covering her smile with an effort.

  She moved forward and they fell into step beside her, leaving the house behind them forever.

  *

  Imagine the logistics of traveling with vampires. If it hadn't been her reality, Julia would have thought it was funny as hell.

  But it wasn't funny.

  They had driven up the highway to the Anchorage Airport, gotten on the plane (the red-eye flight taking on new meaning) and flown the lonely journey to Seattle.

  She had a small window of time in which to escape them. They were already in the city where the coven was located. How to shake them before they arrived? Especially when William's blood was still in her body. Diluted but there, like a pulse. It would be a navigation tool.

  Julia caressed her bag, the hair dye and change of clothes she had planned hidden inside. She smiled. It might work, but only if Pierce was the one that was nearby. If it was William, all hope was lost. She had another lapse of guilt, thinking back to her conversation with William on the plane.

  *

  William looked at her and Julia became interested in her hands. “You seem tense,” he said as a statement. Pierce looked up at them sharply, then away.

  At least they hadn't insisted on sandwiching her in between the two of them, that would have been awful. Julia purposely loosened her tense hands and laid them flat on her thighs. That was all she needed, William detecting something.

  She met his eyes, the palest gray, striking against all that black hair. He gave a little smile and she realized she'd been staring. Her palms dampened and she resisted the urge to rub them on her pants. “I am,” she answered honestly, knowing it would ring of the truth. “I mean, I've been with you for a year and now, I have to be with a bunch...” she looked around the tight confines of the airplane, “of you,” she finished on a whisper.

  William's eyes narrowed and Julia didn't squirm, she wasn't one to just keel over because someone had an emotional moment. She could hack it. “We have gone over this many times, Julia. They will welcome you. You shall be safe, protected. No more running, no more mystery.”

  She nodded. Julia knew what he'd said. She even felt that he believed it. But she'd been there that day on the beach, she'd seen what it was. How they were with each other, her.

  The Were.

  She shuddered, thinking of something else.

  Anything else.

  He reached out and placed his hand over hers and Julia let him. She'd learned early on that her resistance brought a barrage of questions and concern. It was better to pretend.

  It'd make escape easier.

  Turning her hand over, he rubbed a thumb over the pulse in her wrist, beating frantically like a trapped bird. His pupils dilated and he licked his bottom lip as her breath came shorter, his eyes darkening, the gray beginning to disappear like imagined smoke.

  “William,” Pierce said in a low voice. William looked across the aisle at him, his brow furrowed. Pierce looked pointedly at the contact between them and William removed his hand from hers, the lack of his touch leaving her disturbingly empty. What was wrong with her? It must be because of her nervousness with the execution of the plan. She had a stabbing pain for Jason in that moment. He'd have known what to do. But no more. Now it was up to her.

  Julia had to be her own savior.

  William waited until he seemed to get control of himself then said, “You will see. My home coven will be a place of respite.”

  Fat chance, Julia thought.

  Before she'd been too weak to think of escaping. Now, all that time that she had been bereft over the loss of Jason and the others, was now at the forefront of her mind. Pressing her forward. Into the unknown.

  She was in charge of her own destiny. Not the vampires. Not the werewolves.

  She. Julia.

  Only her.

  *

  They exited before the other passengers, only first class for vamps, she thought sourly. Julia had never flown first class. Actually, she'd only been on a plane for a single time. To fly from her home state, where her parents had been executed on the highway. She gulped at the memory. She gave herself a mental push forward as the chaos of the airport swirled around them, the vampires tracking the people around them.

  The cattle.

  She turned to William, willing her pulse to slow. “I need to change and use the restroom,” she lied smoothly, her pulse sluggish. Why it was cooperating now, when in the plane it had been fluttering uncontrollably while he'd been touching her? Julia didn't know, didn't care. She was that close to freedom. She wasn't blowing it for anything.

  Pierce waited and William ran his hand through his inky hair, making it spike. Turning that smoldering intensity to Jul
ia he said, “Alright, but Pierce will need to stand guard outside of the bathroom until I can get our comrades here to escort you to the car.”

  Comrades. Translation: vampires.

  Julia lifted an eyebrow. Smart of him. He was going to leave me with good old Pierce while he got a few more of the vampire crew up here so the precious Blood Singer couldn't get away.

  Real circumspect guys. They thought they were so smart. Well, the element of surprise was the only thing she had and she was using it.

  “Where am I gonna go?” Julia pointed out.

  His eyes narrowed on her and Julia held her breath. He seemed to really deliberate until Pierce broke the swollen moment. “Just go. I will stand guard and you will return with the additional runners.” He rolled his broad shoulders into a dismissive shrug.

  William palmed his chin. “Fine.” He turned to Pierce. “Be sharp, be vigilant, even now they may be about.”

  Julia looked around, expecting gnomes, trolls or both to pop up around her.

  “The werewolves,” Pierce clarified in a low voice.

  True, there was them.

  Pierce took her elbow and she walked to the restroom with him. When she glanced over her shoulder, William's form was a speck down the choked corridor.

  *

  Julia threw the bag on the bathroom floor stall, kicked off her flip flops, and dragged out the skirt, boots and shirt she'd cropped the night before. It would bare some skin but she'd take the jacket she had in her arm. She grabbed the box of black hair dye she'd taken from underneath the sink vanity. She rushed to the sink and began to chop off her long, ginger-colored hair to her shoulders.