Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

not overprotective.
    "And I will no' allow--"
    "How did you find them?" Neomi interrupted, softly but sternly, her French accent coloring her words.
    Mari said, "I detected the immortal energy within the place and was able to download the location into a mirror. Full disclosure: it felt like a freaking Lore world war was going on."
    Conrad and Neomi both remained quiet. At length, Neomi said, "You know how deeply we are in your debt."
    Not even a year ago, Conrad had brought a dying Neomi to Mari. She'd risked everything to save Neomi, using more power than she'd had to give to transform her into a phantom, an immortal who could become corporeal or intangible at will.
    "But this sounds like a suicide mission," Neomi continued. "If he can somehow trace to this energy you speak of, what if it's in the middle of the ocean, or in a sunny desert?"
    "I firmly believe that it's on an island."
    Conrad asked, "Can't someone fly over the coordinates first?"
    "Nix told us it couldn't be seen from a plane," Mari hedged, since, of course, there were no coordinates. Which had hardly helped her prove her case to her immortal allies.
    "Vampire, we need someone to get us on the ground, " Bowen smoothly said, "so we can search the island on foot."
    Mari added, "Conrad, it has to be you."
    "How would he know where to go?" Neomi asked.
    Mari carefully gazed away as she held up a small pocket mirror. Before this week, she'd never achieved so much magic with so little mirror. "I created a trail to the energy, like a portal, and stored the directions to it in this mirror. I believe if you gaze into the glass, it will act like a mystical GPS system to guide your teleportation." Patent pending if this badboy works! "It's possible you could trace directly there."
    Conrad gripped Neomi's small hand. "If something happens to me, who will take care of my Bride?"
    Mari hated to pressure him, but this was for Carrow. "Conrad, you wouldn't have a Bride right now if not for me."
    The vampire gazed down at Neomi with such a consuming look that even Mari sighed. "I'll do as you ask, witch." Just when Mari felt a welling of relief, he said, "But I go alone. I can trace across the area much faster. Can cover more ground."
    Bowen shook his head. "We doona know exactly what you'd be tracing into. Did you no' hear the Lore world war bit earlier? At the very least, you can expect those mortals to be there in full force."
    "Alone," the vampire repeated.
    "But how will Carrow know you are a friend?" Neomi asked him. "Your eyes are red."
    Conrad was a true fallen vampire, his eyes bloodred from drinking victims to death. But he'd been brought back from the brink by Neomi and three stubborn Wroth brothers.
    Mari said, "I could tell him something only Carrow would know. And show him pics so he'd recognize her."
    "Are you certain, mon grand ?" Neomi asked.
    He nodded, saying simply, "Mariketa bids this."
    "Very well." The dancer stood on her toes, reaching up her free hand to thread her fingers through his black hair. "Then bring Carrow back. And come home safely to me."
    "I will return with her," he told Neomi. Then he faced Mariketa. "To pay on a debt so dear that it can never be settled."
    Malkom woke late, blinking against a heavy bank of morning fog. He'd just dreamed a memory of Carrow's, one that he hadn't experienced before.
    When he'd been in chains, humiliated in front of all the citizens of Ash, Carrow had looked up at him with realization. Malkom is noble, she'd thought.
    He sat up, staring out into the gray mist, staggered yet again by her. In the past, he'd longed to be noble. He might not actually be, but for his lady to deem him so?
    'Tis well enough for me.
    Then his heart sank. She had thought that before last night, when he'd proved he was anything but.
    Why could he not stop punishing her? Did he mean to take out all his pain on her, centuries of it?
    He sank back, throwing his arm over his face. The things he'd said to her, the things he'd done . He'd revealed secrets he'd never told anyone--not even Kallen. And then he'd taken her in the dirt like a common whore.
    He suffered from remorse so acute it physically pained him. Get to Carrow. Apologize. Make her understand. With those thoughts in mind, he rose and dressed, hastening to her.
    As he came upon the cabin, the fog burned off, the sun appearing for the first time since their escape. Already it'd begun burning his exposed skin.
    Shading his sensitive eyes, he saw that the door was open.