“I’m too afraid of your mate to be much help.” He studied her face. “It’s a shame he got to you first. I should imagine you are very creative in bed for a human.”
“Well I certainly like sex.”
Rossa grinned. “Cygnet is a lucky male, then. When he is executed, perhaps you will allow me to console you.”
“Why do you assume he’ll be executed?”
“Because one way or another they’ll force him back to Otherworld to answer for his crimes.” His smile faded. “And he won’t be allowed to escape his fate a second time.”
“Are you suggesting he’s already a tried and convicted man?”
“Didn’t he mention that? Crimes against the Royal blood, especially when it’s your own line, are definitely frowned upon.” He looked back at the door. “I have to go.”
“Don’t tell me Morosov’s spotted you?”
“No, it’s something worse than that. You’re the one who sucks out emotions. Can’t you feel it?” He shivered and all his feathers stood up on end.
“Just tell me one more thing. Do you know this Adam who is stealing human faces?”
“Is that what he’s calling himself now?” Rossa started to disappear. “Whoever he is, I’m not staying around to see him.”
“He’s here? Rossa, wait!”
But it was too late, the Fae had already gone, leaving her in the closet alone.
“Dammit!”
After the door shut behind Ella, Vadim cursed as quietly as he could. Why was she so contrary? And why had she told Feehan about their being mated? He took a long, slow breath and contemplated the still figure on the bed. Ms. Phelps couldn’t be left alone, so he couldn’t even chase Ella down. Tentatively, he touched his mate’s mind, but her shields held firm. He could get through them, but he didn’t want to force the issue.
Especially when he’d made a complete ass of himself...
She’d told Feehan they were mated to protect him?
There was no other explanation, and he’d gone and made her feel bad about it. All this recent contact with the immorality of Otherworld was making him as paranoid as his parents. He wasn’t used to dealing with someone who literally said what she thought and acted accordingly, whether he liked it or not. No wonder the whole of Otherworld was scared of her...
He leaned his head back and banged it on the wall. When he opened his eyes, Ms. Phelps was sitting bolt upright and staring at something at the end of the bed—something that shimmered and bent the air into different shapes.
Vadim held up his hand, and a shield instantly surrounded Ms. Phelps.
“A little help here, partner?” Politeness forgotten, he shoved the message into Ella’s mind.
Coldness pushed at his magic, trying to find a way in, and he strengthened the barrier. As he advanced toward the bed, the shape materialized into the distinct form of a man.
“You can’t beat me in this realm, Adam, or whatever you are calling yourself these days.”
Laughter rang in a discordant note that made Vadim want to cover his ears. “You’re wrong, little cygnet. I’ve grown up.”
“You’re dead.”
“Am I?”
“I killed you. Nothing I kill survives, so who are you really, behind that mask?”
“I’m coming in.”
Ella, just outside the door. “Do it slowly.”
He couldn’t afford to look at her. His power was already being tested too much.
“What do you want, Adam?”
“My trophy.”
“You can’t have her.”
“You can’t stop me.”
“Obviously, I can. Ella, do you see him?”
“Barely. What do you want me to do?”
“Can you access his thoughts?”
The bright image wavered. “Stand back, Soul Sucker. This is not yet your battle.”
“Sure it is. You’re in my world and you’re killing my people.” She took another step forward. “I’ve got a vague sense of him. He doesn’t like you at all, does he, Morosov?”
“That’s because I executed him. Can you find out who he really is?”
“If you want.” She stretched out her hand toward the distortion.
“If she tries to touch me, cygnet, I’ll—”
Ella staggered and almost went down. In that instant of confusion, Adam simply disappeared, leaving Vadim cursing in Russian, Fae and every other language he could remember.
“What the hell was that?” Ella gasped.
“Adam.”
“God, when he touched me, it hurt!”
“I know. I felt it.”
He helped her to sit in the only chair and knelt in front of her. “I apologize. I didn’t realize he would affect you like that.”
“It’s okay. I’m fine now. I shouldn’t have attempted to touch him.” She cupped his cheek. “But Morosov, what the hell? He does look like you.”
“In this form, yes. That’s why I wanted you to find out what lay beneath.”
“Do you think he’s after you as well as his trophies?”
“I have to assume so. Someone wants me involved in this case whether I want it or not. Why else would they use an image I’m familiar with?”
“An image of yourself.”
“Close enough.” He sighed and moved his head until his mouth brushed her fingers. “I wish I could say that was the end of this, but I’m sure he’ll be back.”
“Next time I won’t try and touch him.” She shivered. “I can still access his mind, though.”
He stood up. “I should be able to do that by myself, now I’ve gained your skill set.”
“It takes a while to get used to the idea, doesn’t it? It’s a bit like your power for me.” She frowned. “We haven’t had a lot of time to share our skills, though.”
“Not really.”
It was hard to believe he’d only known her for a few short weeks. He couldn’t imagine his life without her now, and Adam had just touched her.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine now, why?” Her expression changed. “Hell, he didn’t take my face, did he?”
“No. He probably didn’t have time.”
Her hand flew to her cheek. “How can I keep him out?”
“He won’t be able to overpower you as long as our minds are linked together.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Absolutely.” He checked that the shield around Ms. Phelps was stable again and then went across and took Ella’s hand in his. “You smell like Fae.”
“Like Adam, you mean?”
He inhaled slowly. “No, Rossa. Was he here?”
“He might have popped in.”
He raised her chin so that she had to look into his eyes. “You didn’t tell him anything, did you?”
“Like what? He already knows the important bits.”
“Don’t trust him, Ella. Everything you say will be reported to Otherworld.” She blinked and he forced himself to keep calm. “He might look like an angel, but he’s as devious as the devil.”
“I know that. What are we going to do about Ms. Phelps?”
“We’ll just have to stay here and keep her safe.”
“And stop Adam getting to her.”
“Exactly.” He kissed the top of her head and released her. “He won’t be back for a while. Why don’t you go down to the cafeteria and get us both some coffee?”
Ella woke with a start and fumbled for her weapon.
“What’s up?”
Beside her, Vadim was staring intently at the space around Ms. Phelps. It was dark in the room, and the unnatural play of light around the bed was startlingly obvious. Ms. Phelps was sitting upright, her mouth open as if she were silently screaming.
“Something’s wrong.”
“Duh.”