Jeaniene Frost - Once Burned

I glanced at the clock on the dresser. Almost two a.m., more than eight hours since I’d spoken to Vlad—who was taking his vampire status way too seriously with that name. What was keeping him? Had he decided these men weren’t worth the effort to kill? I’d love to touch the melted belt and find out, but I didn’t know if I could get all of them to vamoose again. Jackal had promised me an hour alone before, but he’d barged into the room only thirty minutes later.

“I’m exhausted,” I said, rubbing my forehead for effect. “Reliving all these deaths, repeatedly trying to connect to someone in the present . . . it takes a toll.” And I also had a nasty headache, but I didn’t think they’d care about that.

“You want me to wake you up with these?” Psycho snarled, baring his fangs at me.

Jackal laid a hand on him. “That’s not necessary,” he said in a soothing tone. “Poor Frankie’s tired. We should let her get some sleep. I know—let’s go grab dinner. I saw a tasty-looking family in Room 302. Plenty for all of us.”

My stomach heaved, because the cold glint in his eyes said he wasn’t bluffing. Pervert, Twitchy, and Psycho smirked, silently daring me to make their night. I got off the bed.

“Let me pee and splash some water on my face, then I’ll try to find him again,” I said, silently cursing them. I walked the short distance to the bathroom and shut the door. At least none of them tried to insist on coming in with me.

That stalling tactic only bought me a few minutes. Soon I was back on the bed, shivering under the air-conditioning and reaching for the silver knife.

“Why not the belt?” Jackal asked at once, stopping me.

I glared at him, too mad over his dinner threat and worried that Vlad had changed his mind to feign politeness. “It’s easier to develop a connection through something I’ve already used.”

He grunted. “Fine. Get to it, and we’re not leaving unless you want us to find that family.”

More rage flared, but I pursed my lips and said nothing, picking up the cold blade. Neddy’s death washed over me again, and I pushed through those memories until I found the link to the fire starter. To my surprise, it barely took any time. A vast expanse of indigo replaced the hotel room around me. Vlad was in the middle of that dark expanse, stretched out full-length, his eyes glowing emerald as he looked at something I couldn’t see.

For a moment, I was confused. He almost seemed as though he was swimming in his inky surroundings, except he had on a long gray coat that wasn’t wet. What . . . ?

“I’m not swimming, Leila. I’m flying.”

Vlad’s voice flowed over my mind, sounding amused. I realized that the endless expanse around him wasn’t water, but the night sky. He had to be high up, too. I didn’t see any lights below.

If I lived through this, I was kicking Marty’s ass for not telling me some vampires could fly! What if Marty could fly, too? What if all vampires flew? My escape chances would be blown to hell if that were the case—

“Who is Marty? You didn’t mention him before.” Vlad’s cool voice interrupted my train of thought.

Marty’s a vampire, too , I thought, still trying to absorb this new information. But he’s not involved in any of this except for probably being worried sick about me .

“You belong to another vampire?”

A note of suspicion was back in his voice, and the way he said “belong” implied sexual or edible benefits. Or both. I scowled, forgetting Vlad couldn’t see it.

No! We work together and we’re friends, but that’s it.

Ew , I couldn’t help but add. Marty was like a second father to me. The idea of him poking his fangs—or anything else—into me was repellent.

What’s taking you so long? I thought, getting back to the most important topic. It’s been hours. Did you change your mind?

It sounded like he snorted, but with the whooshing wind all around him, I couldn’t be sure.

“I didn’t change my mind. I was very far from Florida.”

So he was still coming. Relief competed with anxiety. They made me find you again , I told him . I tried to stall, but they threatened to eat a family. Said telling them you were at your house wasn’t good enough and they’d need to know where you were when you were away from that place .

A grin stretched his mouth. I didn’t find anything funny in my statements, but we must have a different sense of humor.

“Are they with you now?”

I couldn’t see them at the moment, but I knew Jackal, Twitchy, Pervert, and Psycho were still clustered around me.

Yeah. They wouldn’t leave me alone this time .

“Good.”

If I didn’t know the others could hear me, I would’ve let out an audible scoff. Vlad could at least pretend to care that my neck was in danger of becoming a Capri Sun.

He chuckled, flipping up his coat sleeve to glance at something. Whatever it was seemed to please him, because his teeth flashed in another grin.

“I want you to start narrating, Leila. Tell the others exactly what you see me doing.”

Why ? I almost blurted aloud, catching myself just in time.

That emerald gaze seemed to laser on me. “Because I told you to,” he said, his tone implying that he didn’t appreciate having his directives questioned.

I hope this doesn’t get me killed , I sent to him irritably. My hand tightened around the silver knife. It might be my only hope if this stunt backfired and Jackal realized that my tie to Vlad went both ways.

“I can see him,” I said out loud. If I believed in God, I would’ve started praying.

In the midst of the wind whistling around Vlad, I heard Jackal’s voice. Felt his hand shaking my shoulder.

“In the present? Or future?”

“Present,” I said, again hoping I wasn’t signing my death warrant. “He’s not in his house anymore. He’s flying.”

The shaking grew rougher. “What’s he flying over, Frankie?”

“How should I know?” I replied truthfully. “It’s dark. I can’t see much . . . wait.”

Vlad had angled his body downward. The noise from the wind increased. In the distance, I saw tiny dots appear.

“He’s over somewhere populated now. I can see lights. Lots of them.”

A slap burned the side of my face. “Where? I need something more specific than ‘populated’ and ‘lights,’ you stupid bitch!”

I wanted to cradle my cheek, but didn’t because I needed all my attention on my link with Vlad. I hope you go medieval on his ass when you get here! I mentally spat.

Vlad’s grin widened, showing those sharp-looking upper fangs. “I’ll remind you that you said that.”

Then he angled his body in a steeper slant. The glow of lights beneath him became brighter, objects forming distinguishable shapes instead of blank nothingness. I squinted to try and see better, hoping he wasn’t hours away.

“It looks like . . . he might have just flown over an amusement park,” I continued. He was going so fast, it was hard to be sure. “I think I just saw a roller coaster.”

He didn’t slap me again, but if Jackal shook me any harder, he’d dislocate my shoulder. “ What park?”

“Stop that!” I snapped, anger getting the better of me. “You want me to lose the link? Then keep breaking my focus by roughing me up.”

The shaking stopped, but Jackal’s hand felt like a concrete boulder on my upper arm. “What park?” he repeated.

“Too late to tell, he’s past it now. I see lots of roofs and buildings coming up . . .”

And water. Excitement threaded through me. Florida had theme parks set near water and large cities. If Vlad had just flown over Disney World, he might only be about an hour away.