Primal Heat 05 - Darkness Reborn

today, then the future is irrelevant. I have to find her."
    Gideon swore when he saw the intense expression on Ian's face. Recognition pulsed through him, because he knew exactly what it felt like to have a singular focus on one woman. There was no other option. Not for Ian. "Then we're with you." He slammed his hand down on Ian's shoulder. "Fuck two thousand years of destiny."
    Quinn cursed under his breath, but nodded. His eyes bore into Ian with the grim reality of their lives. "You want me to strike you down if you go rogue, or her?"
    The mission of the Order dictated that the sheva of an Order member was always killed to prevent the completion of the bond and the triggering of fate's destruction. Order males were so rare and so elite, a critical factor in protecting innocents from rogue Calydons who were essentially undefeatable except by Order, that the female had to be sacrificed to save him. But since the three of them had met their shevas and dodged destiny, the rules were beginning to blur.
    Ian whirled on Quinn, calling out his weapons instantly with a crack and a flash of black light. He had them at Quinn's throat before the warrior had even reacted. "No one dies. Not me. Not her. Not ever."
    Quinn raised his brows, and Gideon grinned, relief cascading through him. Damn, it's good to see him like this. He's got a mission, Quinn.
    Ian had been without fire, without passion, without life since his sheva had died. To see him with a fire in his eyes...damn...it was good. Really good. But hell, if he lost his sheva again, would he ever survive it? "Ian, if you don't find her—"
    There was a loud noise from the hallway, and Vaughn McIntyre strode into the room. He was Drew's guardian, the man who Drew called his uncle, a warrior who had made it clear that he would defend the youth with his life. Vaughn's eyes were glittering with a faint hint of green, reminding Gideon that although the Order had accepted Vaughn into the mansion because of his relationship with Drew, they still had no idea what the hell he was or who his people were.
    "Drew's training has to stop," Vaughn stated without preamble. "The kid tried to kill Gabe today. He lost sight of the fact it was training. He snapped." He stopped in the middle of the room. "I'm taking him away from here. Now."
    Gideon shook his head, while Quinn subtly moved into battle stance. They all knew they could not afford to let Drew leave. He was too deadly, too on edge, and too tainted with the spirit of Ezekiel, the madman who nearly destroyed the Order so recently. They had to watch Drew, and carefully. "It's not the training that's doing it, Vaughn. It's Drew himself. He needs to stay here where we can help him manage it."
    "Fuck that." Vaughn shook his head. "There's violence in his soul now. It wasn't there before he came here."
    "It's what happens when you come into your powers as a Calydon, and it's from Ezekiel, too," Quinn explained. "It's our job to help him manage it—"
    "No. I won't let him go down that road. The Calydons are a bunch of crap, and I'm taking him out of here. We can take care of him."
    "We?" Gideon went into high alert. "Who? Who are your people, Vaughn? Why would they be able to control him when you think we can't?"
    "I'm taking Drew," Vaughn said, aggression thickening his voice. Vaughn flexed his hands, and his skin began to glow with the faintest hint of green as he prepared for them to try to stop him. Gideon swore. What the hell was going on with Vaughn? He'd never seen his skin like that before.
    "Hey!" Ian strode across the room and grabbed Vaughn's arm. "What the hell are you? What's up with the green?"
    Vaughn's face went expressionless, and he gave no information. As always. "Back off, Fitzgerald. My battle is not with you."
    "Do you know a guy named Flynn?" Ian demanded. "Turns green? Violent as hell? His eyes go green like yours, Vaughn. I've never seen anyone else's do that, besides you."
    Vaughn went still, staring at Ian. Saying nothing.
    Gideon scowled. "What are you talking about, Ian?"
    "A man with Vaughn's eyes killed my sheva . I want to know where to find him." Ian watched Vaughn closely. "He was a hell of a lot like Vaughn. Do you know where I can find him? He knew Alice, and he might have the answers I need."
    Vaughn met Ian's gaze. "How did he kill her?"
    "A green disc."
    "Son of a bitch." Vaughn broke away and strode to the window. He braced his palms and leaned out, watching the courtyard. Gideon could still hear