“The jet was seen over Penobscot
Bay when there was an explosion near the front of the cabin. It crashed just
miles outside of Rockfort, Maine. As you can see, the firefighters are still
doing what they can to extinguish the flames. We don’t know how many passengers
were aboard.”
We all watched the news brief in
silence. Fire was just as deadly to Ina as the sun. Once the fires were put
out, there would be no chance of survivors. Poppa pulled his phone from his
pocket. He stood still after he dialed two numbers, his face blank, but he was
anxious. After a few moments, he nodded.
“Lucas, hello. This is Daniel
Gordon. Was your flight okay?” He nodded. “Good. Wait one moment. I called Kean
as well. He hasn’t picked up yet.” He waited a little longer, but soon he
sighed and nodded. “Kean, hello. This is Daniel Gordon. Did you touch down
safely?...The Vetrovs’ jet crashed. We’re watching the news…No, the firemen are
still putting out the flames…Yes, I will call them now. The rest of their
symbionts need to know immediately.”
The Vetrovs’ symbionts would
need to find other Ina to bond with and soon. While our venom quickly restored
cells in our symbionts, it also produced more blood, and as the Vetrovs were
now presumed dead, their symbionts would die of a stroke or heart attack
without other Ina to lower their blood pressure.
“Was there a gas leak, do you
think?” Brook asked. She understood what the pain would be for the Vetrovs’
symbionts once they were informed.
“I can’t say,” Poppa said
quietly.
I thought of Artem Vetrov’s
symbiont speaking to his wife earlier. She had told him to ask us to let them
stay one more day. I couldn’t push his words from my head.
“Ruby?” Momma fluffed my
ponytail. “You’re thinking about something.”
“I overheard one of Artem’s
symbionts on the phone earlier. He brushed it off, but his wife didn’t want
them to fly home tonight.” Everyone traded looks, silently concluding there was
a connection.
“Iosif, call Dale,” my father-Philip
said. “Tell them to signal the others to keep alert. We’ll continue
investigating later.”
#
Kean was the most beautiful male
Ina I had ever seen, and while his demeanor hinted that he knew it, he was always
kind. He kept his hair pulled back with a leather thong, his thick, dark hair
tamed against the back of his neck. His features were softer than other Ina but
still defined, and when he smiled down at me, his slender, ice-blue eyes
shined. That night, he dressed as though he had just left a royal wedding:
crisp white shirt, silk steel-gray vest and tie, well-tailored black slacks. I
imagined it was because of the men in his family that movies and television
portrayed some vampires as the tall, exotic figure with the long, dark hair.
“It is good to see you again,
Ruby,” he said. His British accent was strong, his voice deep and smooth, and
my name rolled off of his tongue like water.
I didn’t blush often, but my
cheeks grew warm whenever he spoke to me. “Be welcome, Kean.”
Behind him stood his sons, and
the one on his right side was obviously Aidan. He wore his hair longer than
most Ina males dared to wear it, even twice the length of his father’s, and it
wasn’t just a subtle red, like auburn. It rolled down his back as one fiery
copper stream. His large eyes were a darker blue than Kean’s, almost violet. He
caught me staring, and his nose wrinkled as he gave me a devilish smile.
Kean looked over his shoulder. Aidan
straightened his face, so I knew he had been scolded. I smiled, then locked
eyes with the one on Kean’s left. “Ruby, these are my sons, Aidan and Ciaran.”
Ciaran was a demure version of
his father: his dark hair cut short, parted and slicked away from the gentle
angles of his face. The only way to explain how I felt as I looked at him was
that I wanted to touch him, and I could tell he desired the same. His dark blue
eyes—I supposed this was a trait from their mothers—were full of hunger, and
his scent, a cool misty smell, pulsed at me with a strong need.
Poppa placed a hand on my
shoulder, and I realized too much time had passed with us staring at each
other. “Be welcome,” I managed, swallowing.
“We will leave you now,” Wayne
said. I heard the smile in his voice, but he had already turned to walk away
when I glanced back at him.
And then, we were alone. I
offered Aidan and Ciaran the couches across the room and sat in Wright’s chair,
tapped my fingers against the arms for a moment before I decided to begin
differently than I normally would.
“You both seem well in control
of yourselves, despite my scent.”
“Our fathers taught us proper
manners,” Aidan explained. Had I closed my eyes, I would have believed I still
spoke with Kean, his voice just as deep and smooth. “You’re quite intoxicating,
but we can behave ourselves…” He smirked. “For now.”
I wondered if his task was to
make me lose my own control, or if he was a natural flirt. Either way, I looked
down at my hands when my cheeks warmed again. “I appreciate your honesty.” I
lifted my head and met Ciaran’s eyes. Though younger, he was the more serious
of the two. He sat straighter and had yet to smile. “Had you heard much about
me prior to your decision?”
“We had,” he nodded, his voice
softer than Aidan’s. He kept his eyes on me for a few beats before he glanced
down at the table between us. I tucked my legs beneath me to stop myself from
squirming. “Our fathers wanted us to know as much about you as possible, to
gauge our interest in you.”
“We had only seen a photograph
of you two weeks ago, wasn’t it?” Aidan looked to Ciaran, who nodded. “We
already liked you, but when we were finally allowed to see you, you were too
adorable to refuse.”
“Do you always talk like this, Aidan,”
I suddenly needed to ask, “or are you laying it on?” Ciaran made a noise that
might have been a cough to cover a laugh, and Aidan frowned at him. I decided
he just liked to flirt and felt badly for being so frank. “I’m sorry…”
“No need to apologize, my dear.
I come off as abrasive to most I meet.” He tapped Ciaran’s knee and then sat
further back.
I really liked these two: how
easily Aidan spoke to me, how Ciaran looked at me. I looked to him for my next
question. “Knowing what I am, without even seeing me, what made you ultimately
decide to pursue this union?”
“I assume you mean regarding
your human DNA?” I nodded, and he gave me a stern look. “Unlike many humans,
and unfortunately some misguided Ina, our fathers and we know that one drop of
blood cannot define you. You are more than just Ina, but you are Ina, and our children will be, too.”
Though he still had my question
to answer, I knew then that I would choose him and Aidan as the fathers of my
children. As controlled as they were, they couldn’t hide their attraction to me—not my ability to give them darker
children or my fertility—and I don’t think they even tried to. They wouldn’t
just be my mates. They would love me.
#
I lay in Dale’s bed that night
as he slept. My thoughts kept me awake, so I pricked his hand and suckled it
for something to do. For as long as I had lived, there had never been cause for
alarm for more than burglars or strays. If there were more to the plane crash,
if someone had targeted the Vetrovs because they courted me, then we were all
in danger. I tried not to think like that. There had been nearly a century of peace
since Momma’s families had been murdered. The Silks couldn’t legally attack us
for another two centuries without being executed. My brothers hadn’t been
harmed when they chose their female family. It had to be a coincidence.
“Ruby.”
Ciaran’s voice came as clearly
as though he lay beside me instead of Dale. I sat up and hesitated for a full minute.
Then, I left my symbiont to go downstairs to the front door. Ciaran stood there
when I opened it. I stared up at him in shock, took his hand and pulled him
inside, closing the door.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said.
“You’re right.” In the dim light,
his pupils throbbed. He stepped away. “I apologize. It was a moment of
weakness.”
“Why did you call me? Anyone
could have heard—”
The speed at which an Ina moves
never surprised me, but the impact of my body smacking against the wall behind
the door knocked the air from my lungs. When I inhaled, all I breathed was Ciaran,
his body pressed to mine, his face against my shoulder as he scented my skin. I
closed my eyes and relaxed into his touch, his fingers tracing my sides. I
shuddered as he dragged his nose up my neck. He was aroused against my hip, and
as much as I suddenly wanted him inside of me, I knew I couldn’t let him.
I forced myself to say, “You
have to go.”
Ciaran sighed. I should have
pushed him away then, but I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head
against his chest. He ran a hand into my hair and held me tightly with the
other.
“My fathers didn’t say it would
feel like this,” he said, his voice hard with aggravation.
“There are so many others to
contend with. I suppose they didn’t want you to hope for it, just to not have
it happen.”
“I want you so badly.”
“You will have me. I will mate
with you and your brother…but we have to wait.”
Ciaran held me tighter then, but
he slowly broke away. I stroked his face and pulled it to me to kiss each
cheek. He kissed my eyes and my nose, tiny pecks that did nothing for us but
had to suffice. He pulled away from me, and I skirted around him to open the
door.
Kean stood there. His eyes were fiery,
his mouth firmly set. One glare from him, and Ciaran hurried back towards the
guest house. I very rarely got into trouble and never adjusted to the feeling
of guilt and fear when it rattled my stomach. Kean’s eyes were hard to read as
he turned to look at me.
“I am glad you favor one of my
sons so much, Ruby; however, you are in the middle of a process here. You have to
act more responsibly. If you had bound yourself to Ciaran before giving the
other families the honor of even thinking they have a chance, the consequences,
though not dire, would be great. You are being watched very closely, and the
last thing you want anyone to say was that you were unable to follow our ways.”
He was right. Too many people
had tried to discredit Momma’s Ina blood. She spent most of her life after she
lost her memory learning how to be Ina again and always followed the laws to
prove she was more Ina than anyone else. I couldn’t ruin that.
“Forgive me, Kean.”
“Ciaran should know better as
well. We must leave as soon as the sun sets tonight.” He nodded to me before he
turned to leave. “Shower before your parents smell him on you.”
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