Alphas: Origins Page 10

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  Lucas released Daniel. The blond man lay unmoving. Lucas stepped over him, his eyes blazing with fury. His gaze locked on her. “Bedtime,” Lucas growled and lunged at her. An unstoppable force swept Karina off her feet and she found herself slung over Lucas’s back.

  “Let me go!” She struggled to pull free.

  He swung around to face Henry. “Leave the mess for when he wakes up. ”

  “Will do. ” Henry saluted him with a roll.

  Lucas headed out of the kitchen. Karina tried to grab onto the door frame, but her fingers slipped and she was carried through the darkness of the hallway to the bedroom.

  Chapter 5

  The room swung as Lucas slapped the door closed. Karina expected him to hurl her on the bed but he lowered her to the floor. She stumbled, dizzy from being spun back and forth, and scrambled to get away. Steely fingers caught her arm. He held on to her and sniffed at the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “Green beans. You want a shower?”

  His tone was calm. She glanced at his face. All of the rage had gone out of him. He looked worn out, his fury muted to mere smoldering coals.

  “Yes. ” She hesitated. “I don’t have any clean clothes. ”

  “That’s a problem,” Lucas agreed. “I’m sorry about the dinner. ”

  “That’s okay. ” His sudden calm threw her off balance. She stood still, expecting him to swing at her or maybe roar into her face.

  Lucas reached into the dresser and pulled out a white T-shirt. “That’s the best I can do for now. I’ll have something sent up from the main house in the morning. ”

  She took the T-shirt. He didn’t offer her any underwear. She would be naked under it.

  “Come on. ” Lucas pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Carved muscle bunched on his back. Nude, clothed—he could rape her at any point. Clothes wouldn’t provide much of a defense.

  He paused, his hand on the door of the bathroom. “Are you coming?”

  Not if I can help it. “I’ll wait until you’re done. ”

  “I’ll be in here for hours,” he said. “The shower stall is enclosed. You can take your clothes off and I’ll see nothing. ”

  For hours . . . Why would he be in the bathroom for hours? “I thought you needed to feed. ”

  “I do, but I won’t be feeding for a while. ”

  She followed him, despite knowing better, eager for any crumb of information. “How long is a while?”

  “Couple of weeks. Maybe longer. Depends on how quickly you deal with my venom. ”

  “Why?”

  “Because too much of my toxin at once will kill you. ”

  She remembered his explanation from the night before. “You said your venom hurts you. Does it hurt now?”

  He nodded.

  “Always?”

  Lucas looked at her. “Always. Worse after I am injured and much worse after I phase out of the attack variant. Sometimes I have seizures after phasing out. ”

  If he hurt always, he would have to feed always . . . “How often do you . . . ”

  As if reading her thoughts, he shrugged. “Once the optimal ratio of my venom to your hormones is reached in my blood, I’ll need to feed every three weeks to maintain it. I won’t be drinking as much as the last time. Come on. You need a shower and I need to sit down. ”

  He stepped out of her way. During the day she had used the bathroom in the hallway, near the kitchen. She had assumed this one would be the same.

  A room almost as big as the bedroom itself greeted her. A dark green hot tub was sunk into the sealed wooden floor. Beyond it a shower stall stretched the entire length of the wall. Its frame matched the hot tub, but the stall itself consisted of wide, dark green panels, either glass or plastic, thick and frosted from the inside. Lucas hadn’t lied—he might be able to discern her shadow, but that was about it. To the right was another stall, which she assumed hid the toilet, next to a large sink.

  Lucas flipped a switch on the wall and the hot tub jets started, whipping the water into froth.

  The shower called to Karina. To go on and disrobe while he was in the tub was insane, but she was covered in food and his scent from the previous night still stained her skin. She could wash him off.

  Karina bit her lip and slipped past Lucas to the shower. She closed the door and saw a latch. Relief flooded her. She could lock herself in and for a few minutes pretend she was safe. She slid the latch closed and almost cried.

  The shower stall was divided into a dressing area and the shower itself, separated by a curtain. Karina dug into the pocket of her jeans and fished out the knife. The blade seemed so small compared to Lucas. If she stuck it into his back, he might not even notice. She put it on the small metal shelf next to the soap and, pulled off her clothes, dropping them into a rumpled pile on the bench. An array of shampoo bottles and soaps waited her selection. She took the bottle with the picture of a green apple on the side, picked up a bar of soap at random, and stepped into the shower. Jets surrounded her on three sides. She turned the big wheel of the faucet and a wide sheet of water spilled on her from above in a warm, soothing waterfall. She dropped the shampoo and the soap. All around her water sprayed and cascaded, drenching her, washing away the scent of warm copper. She stepped into the deluge, closed her eyes, and swayed.

  Lucas slid into the hot water. He liked it near scalding. It wasn’t quite hot enough, but it was getting there. The currents pummeled his body. He switched the two nearest jets off. The sharp claws of pain that scraped his ribs dulled to a low ache as he healed. His right arm still throbbed. Daniel was getting stronger.

  One day one of them would get careless and they might finish each other off. Lucas closed his eyes and submerged. There were worse ways to go than being killed by your brother.

  The rage that had driven him these past few days was gone, burned out in an adrenaline rush of violence.

  He came up for air and settled with his head on the ledge, positioned in the dip of the shelf, the only place he could sit with the water lapping at his neck.

  So tired . . .

  The healing was draining his inner resources and he felt thin and weak, as if all of his muscles were a threadbare shirt hanging off his bones. From here he could see the door and the shower stall. She was in there. Naked. Wet. A fruity synthetic scent teased him—she was washing her hair. He pictured her body under the water, her hands sliding over her breasts and down . . .

  A dull thud made him lift his head. In the shower, a dark shadow slumped, pressed against the glass.

  It had hit her finally. He’d waited the whole day for it.

  Lucas climbed out of the hot tub. The shower-stall door was locked. He hit it with his palm and the lock popped open. Karina lay curled in a corner of the shower, a small wet clump. Her legs shivered. Her skin had gained a pale, almost gray tint. He scooped her off the floor.

  “No,” she stuttered. Her lips had turned blue. Not a good sign.

  He bent down. She lashed out. He caught a glint of metal and pulled back, letting the knife blade miss him. Where had she even gotten one? Ah, yes. The kitchen. He plucked the knife out of her fingers and picked her up off the floor.

  “No. ” She pushed against his chest.

  “Shhh,” he told her. “I’m not going to hurt you. ”

  He carried her out. Her wet skin was ice-cold against his.

  She fought him even as he climbed into the tub and lowered her onto the shelf, sinking her up to her chin in the hot water. “Let me go . . . ”

  Afraid to agitate her any further, he put the full width of the tub between them, giving her room. No need to strain her. If she passed out, the chances of her survival would drop to almost nothing.

  It took a full three minutes before her teeth stopped chattering. She looked at him. “Everything hurts. ”

  “Your body is reacting to the venom,” he said. “Hot water will help. It so
othes the muscles. It’s normal. ” Technically everything he said was true. He just didn’t go into the rest of the details. Not yet.

  A short bitter laugh slipped from her lips. “Normal? Nothing about this is normal. ”

  True. Not for her anyway. For him, it was business as usual. “Thirsty?”

  “Yes. ”

  He waded through the tub, reached for the small fridge beside it, and extracted a bottle of water.

  She took the bottle, clamped the plastic cap in her teeth, twisted it off, and drank, draining nearly a third in a single long draft. That’s it . . . Drink, Karina.

  He recalled Galatea’s first time. She’d known exactly what would happen. She had been raised for precisely this purpose: to support him. And she loathed him for it. Hate would’ve been too personal of a word; he didn’t rank that high in her mental roster. Galatea hated the family; she hated Arthur because he was in charge; but Lucas she merely despised, disgusted by his touch. The older he got, the more he realized that sex with him was her way of revenge. In feeding he dominated her and she had no choice but to submit. In bed, for a few fleeting moments Galatea dominated him. That first time, when she cried and screamed as her body struggled with its initial dose of his venom, he had tried to hold her. She was so pretty, so fragile . . . He didn’t want to break her. She had sensed that small spark of compassion in him, clutched on to it, and twisted it, used it against him again and again, until finally he could stand it no longer. Living with Galatea meant fighting a constant war. Living with Karina so far was like sparring with an honest fighter. She defied him, but she would never stick a knife in his back. She would try to stab him in plain view.

  Lucas sank down into the water and closed his eyes. Thinking about Galatea left a foul taste in his mind. His ribs ached again. Drowsiness came, threatening to smother his mind like a heavy blanket.

  Karina’s voice tugged on him before he passed out. “Why are you being nice to me?”

  “‘Nice’ isn’t in my vocabulary. I’m just tired. ”

  “Your ribs are bruised. ”

  “Daniel. ”

  “I didn’t see him hit you. ”

  “He doesn’t have to. I’m a Demon, and he’s an Acoustic. He can mimic voices and wrench the bones from my body with a focused sound wave. ” He raised his arms and stood up, showing her the long angry welts outlining his ribs. “If he really pushed, you’d see bone shards puncturing the skin. ”