Night Angel (6 page)

She glared at each of them and stormed out. They probably thought she’d be a good little sheep and stay out of the way. Well, she’d sooner kick their arses than wait at home hopin’ and prayin’ Muriel was safe. Once she got across the street, she broke into a jog.

The Bridled Pony was a few blocks past her house in the other direction, but she arrived at the big wooden door without being too winded. Two faces turned her way when she entered. Darby was still at the bar, and on the other side stood Claire. Juliana had met the woman a couple of times. Occasionally she’d come in with Bartley after they got off work at Sea Haven.

He must’ve asked her to watch the pub while he rushed off to play hero and find her cousin. Juliana strode over to the bar, nodded to Claire, and took the stool beside Darby.

Was Muriel here when you came by?

Darby sat his mug down. “She was tendin’ bar like usual, but this handsome bugger came in, talkin’ sweet. She seemed to like ’im. I made a run to the toilet, an’ when I got back to my barstool, she and the gent were gone. I stayed here to guard the till.”

A burst of cool air caressed Juliana’s neck, and she glanced toward the door. Colin was stepping inside, wasting no time coming to her side while Bartley chatted with Claire. Colin stood close to her, close enough that she caught his scent, but he made no attempt to touch her again. Smart man.

Begrudgingly, she looked up at him.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Running off half-cocked isn’t going to help Muriel.”

Neither is sitting in my house like the poor little deaf girl.

She wrote with so much force, her words were carved into the paper. Perhaps a trace of bitterness still dwelled inside her after all. And he seemed to have a knack for drawing it out.

“I did not ask you to wait at home because you can’t hear.”

Her cheeks flushed with color. Her anger should’ve warned him to keep his distance, but the fire in her eyes only lured him closer.

Oh, so I should stay in my house because I’m a female, then? Hearing or no? Would I slow down your search?
She rolled her eyes and added,
Just go back to your farm.
If I can’t find Muriel myself, I’ll call the police. I won’t be needing your help.

This was his chance to walk away, to put this puzzling woman behind him, and focus on finding Benedict. He glanced at the door, but he had no intention of walking out. He should. But when had what he
should
do ever mattered to him?

Colin smirked and met her dark eyes. “Forgive me. I did not mean to light a fire under your temper, but I think I can help find your cousin if you allow me the chance.”

He waited her out, aching to peer into her mind. She released an annoyed sigh.
Darby said there was a man here, flirting with Muriel, and while he was in the toilet, they left.
She paused, meeting his gaze.
Muriel would
never
leave the Pony while she had customers. Something is wrong.

Dammit. He didn’t want his instinct to have been right. He turned to the older man at the bar. “Can you tell me what the gent looked like?”

“Sure.” He nodded, his gaze distant. “He was tall, ’bout your height. Black hair, dark eyes. Handsome fella. Maybe walked outta one of those fancy magazines. Had clean hands like he never worked an honest day in his life.”

Colin glanced at Bartley, nodding slightly. He focused on Darby again. “Did this man have a drink while he was here?”

“He had a Guinness at that table over there.” He tossed his head to the right.

A single glass remained on the table. Colin approached, careful not to touch it. If the police were going to be involved, he didn’t want his fingerprints on the glass. He leaned down, closing his eyes as he inhaled slowly. The rich scent of the stout assaulted his preternatural senses. Patiently, he took one more breath.

And caught the salty smell of the ocean and fainter still, blood.

He straightened, his pulse racing. If he had dealt with the water horse already, none of this would’ve happened. This was his responsibility. He rotated his left shoulder. Doubt lingered at the edge of his consciousness, taunting him.

Colin spun around, his eyes meeting Juliana’s. “Call the police. They can dust the glass for fingerprints and check the liquid for drugs.”

She frowned.
You think he drugged her and carried her out?

The sick bastard wouldn’t need drugs. The hypnotic tone of his voice would be enough to lure Muriel out of her pub without locking up. But he couldn’t tell Juliana that.

Colin shrugged. “It is worth checking.” He stepped close to Bartley, keeping his face turned away from Juliana. “Stay with her and keep her safe. I need to hunt.”

Bartley leaned in closer. “Is it…?”

Colin nodded and focused on Darby again. “I’m afraid we need to close the pub early tonight.”

Darby grabbed his hat from the stool next to him and stood up. “Understood. If there’s anythin’ I can do to help…”

“We’ll let you know. The police might want the guy’s description again.”

Juliana approached, words already written on her notepad.
Thanks for watching the till, Darby. When Muriel gets back, she owes you a drink.

He chuckled and swiped the air with his hand. “No bother.” He gave Juliana a gentle hug. “They’ll find your cousin.”

Colin waited for her eyes to meet his before he spoke again. “I am going to check the other pubs to find out if anyone has seen her. Bartley will stay with you and wait for the police.” He glanced at Claire. “Can I walk you to your car?”

Claire gave him a knowing look. Her go-get-’em look. “Yes, thank ye.”

He tipped his head. As she came around the bar, he turned his attention back to Juliana. Her determined stance reassured him. She was a fighter, heart and soul. He didn’t need to peer into her mind to see it. “I’ll meet up with you before sunrise.”

He stepped closer to her, the floral scent of her skin enticing him. She tipped her chin up, staring into his eyes, as his finger tenderly traced her jawline. He had to touch her soft, warm skin. This woman had been through enough already. Losing her cousin would surely break her. He needed to protect his territory, but now it was personal. He had to protect Juliana. And right now, that meant finding Muriel. He could not fail.

Leaning closer, he whispered, “Please be safe.”

Her lips parted, tempting him to bridge the distance between them. Before he could act, she rose on her toes and her lips tenderly brushed his, setting fire to his ancient soul. She lowered, breaking the kiss, her lashes fluttering up as she stared at him.

Her rose-colored lips mouthed the words
Thank you
. Finally she slid her notepad off the bar.
See that you come back
soon
.

The corner of his mouth tugged into a lopsided smile, forgetting any previous hesitation about confronting Benedict. He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her fingers. “Be careful.”

Juliana watched the door close behind Colin, her emotions jumbling together. Her lips still tingled from kissing him. The bold move was uncharacteristic for her, but the impulse had been undeniable. Worry for her cousin, the flare of her temper, and his tender touch all blended into a passionate whirlwind. The allure of touching him had been too much for her.

And then she let him walk out without warning him about the banshee in her dream. She’d seen his face and heard the omen of death, and now this? Would he have even believed her? Half the time she wasn’t sure she believed herself.

Maybe she’d misinterpreted the vision. She reached for her pendant, and her fingers traced its three points. Benedict’s face had also appeared in the dream, she remembered. Maybe he was the one in danger, and this was merely a coincidence. A drop of relief washed over her at the thought, followed by a wave of guilt. She didn’t know Benedict as well as Colin, but she didn’t wish him ill.

Bartley stepped in her line of vision, interrupting her thoughts. “The police are on their way.”

Colin watched Claire drive away, resisting the urge to go back inside the pub to check on Juliana. Muriel was in danger, and it was his fault. He should have tracked Benedict the moment he’d returned. His insecurity over his arm, and his irrational interest in Juliana, had distracted him from his responsibility, and now an innocent was missing.

And if Muriel had vanished with Benedict, it might already be too late to save her.

He opened his mind while he walked toward the coast, welcoming the onslaught of thoughts from the mortals nearby. His head throbbed. Lowering his mental shields so completely put all his senses on overload, but he needed information. If just one mortal had seen Muriel and Benedict, it could help him locate them now.

As he neared the warehouses by the docks, he stopped and slowly turned. A homeless man was huddled against the corner of the building, his legs pulled up inside his jacket. Colin approached him. “You saw a dark-haired man come by with a woman with curly blond hair?”

He glanced up. “Seen plenty of guys with blond women.”

Colin pulled a bill from his pocket and placed it in the homeless man’s cup. “You saw one tonight, a little while ago. I need to know which way he took her.”

The man retrieved the money from his cup, stuffing it into the pocket of his coat. “There was a man. Kept cooing to the lady on his arm. She didn’t talk, just walked.” He pointed down the street toward the water. “Went that way.”

“Thank you.”

Colin jogged until he was out of sight, then he used his preternatural speed, reaching the cliff in seconds. He scanned the water’s edge for any sign of Benedict and Muriel. Movement to his left caught his attention just before Benedict rammed into him like a freight train. Colin hit the ground hard with Benedict landing on top of him, grimacing.

“You shouldn’t have come back, outlander.”

Colin twisted his legs and rolled, pinning Benedict’s shoulders to the ground with his knees. Glaring at the water horse he growled, “Where is Muriel?”

Benedict laughed. “Was that her name?”

Colin landed a solid punch on Benedict’s face with his right hand. Blood trickled from his nose and the corner of his mouth, the scent awakening Colin’s thirst. Benedict jerked free and scrambled to his feet, wiping at the blood.

“I will not go back to the shadows. This is
my
land, Night Walker. I am reclaiming it.”

“This land belongs its people, the humans, not to you or me,” Colin countered, circling him. “I will protect those in my care.”

Benedict spat blood on the ground. “They’re cattle, born to feed the immortals. Nothing more. You think any one of those tasty sheep would care if something happened to you? Would they protect you? No.”

Colin ignored the taunts, concentrating on Benedict’s body language, watching for his next move. When he’d battled Benedict in centuries past, he’d attacked the aughisky from the air, inflicting damage without being forced to take any.