Guardian's Grace
“I made a decision and a vow when I mated you with a bite and a mark, and I meant it.”
He brushed his knuckles down the side of her face. “That hasn’t changed, and we will mate again tonight. Completely.”
She set her stance. No way would she let him sacrifice himself for her. Or even risk it. “No.”
One of his eyebrows rose in a look she was becoming very familiar with. “Want to bet?” he asked mildly.
The shiver that took her had nothing to do with challenge or fear.
She swallowed.
He smiled.
Also by Rebecca Zanetti
Also by Rebecca Zanetti
The Dark Protector series
Fated
Claimed
Tempted
Hunted
Consumed
Provoked
Twisted
Shadowed
Tamed
Marked
Talen
Vampire’s Faith
Demon’s Mercy
Alpha’s Promise
Hero’s Haven
The Realm Enforcers series
Wicked Ride
Wicked Edge
Wicked Burn
Wicked Kiss
Wicked Bite
The Scorpius Syndrome series
Mercury Striking
Shadow Falling
Justice Ascending
The Deep Ops series
Hidden
Fallen
Taken
Broken
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Also by Rebecca Zanetti
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Teaser Chapter
About the Author
Guardian’s Grace
Rebecca Zanetti
LYRICAL PRESS
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Dedication
Dedication
This one is for everyone doing their best during the Coronavirus pandemic of 2020. A special thank you to medical personnel, first responders, sanitation workers, shipping workers, truckers, grocery store and assembly line workers, volunteers, and everyone else who’s risking their health working right now while everyone else is self-isolating. A special dedication also to all the teachers working remotely with their students and trying to stay in contact and keep those kids connected, learning, and loved.
Acknowledgments
Acknowledgments
Thank you to the readers who have jumped into this new era of the Realm vampires. I have many wonderful people to thank for getting this book to readers, and I sincerely apologize to anyone I’ve forgotten.
Thank you to Big Tone, Gabe, and Karlina: for their love, support, for making my life better every day;
Thank you to my fantastic editor, Alicia Condon, as well as everyone at Kensington publishing: Alexandra Nicolajsen, Steven Zacharius, Adam Zacharius, Vida Engstrand, Jane Nutter, Lauren Jernigan, Elizabeth Trout, Samantha McVeigh, Lynn Cully, Kimberly Richardson, Arthur Maisel, Renee Rocco, Rebecca Cremonese, Alex Gendler;
Thank you to my wonderful agent, Caitlin Blasdell, and to Liza Dawson and the entire Liza Dawson Agency;
Thank you to Jillian Stein for the absolutely fantastic work and for being such a great friend. Thank you to Debra Stewart from Dragonfly Ink for the excellent proofreading edits;
Thanks to my fantastic street team, Rebecca’s Rebels, and to their creative and hard-working leaders, Anissa Beatty and Margarita Coale.
Thanks also to my constant support system: Gail and Jim English, Debbie and Travis Smith, Stephanie and Don West, Jessica and Jonah Namson, Kathy and Herb Zanetti, and Liz and Steve Berry;
Finally, thank you to the readers who have kept the Dark Protectors alive all of these years. It’s because of you that we decided to return to the world of the Realm.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The vampire was late.
Grace Cooper twirled the straw in her half-finished ginger whiskey and tried to ignore the skunk smell wafting through the bar. Rather, the smell of pot, which two kids were smoking in the back corner by the lone pool table, seemingly uncaring that recreational use of marijuana was illegal in bars in Colorado. None of the few folks ambitiously drinking in the place paid them any heed.
She discreetly wiped snow off her jeans from her tumble in the snow right outside the door. Her wrist ached, and she tried to ignore the pain. How bad was the injury? Not that she had time to find a doctor, anyway.
Darkness had descended outside along with a blistering snowstorm, and the wind howled against the few windows in an effort to sneak inside. Mother Nature had decided on a brutal end to January, which might explain why so few patrons had ventured through the storm for cheap booze and a stereo system from the early nineties that only played Bon Jovi songs. Renegade was currently blasting at a slightly slower speed than she remembered.
Why in the world had the vamp wanted to meet in this dump?
The bartender, a sixty-something man wearing a ripped T-shirt, snow pants, and thick boots, tipped back a couple of shots of tequila as he wiped down the bar, ignoring everyone unless they approached him for more alcohol.
This was the closest she would come to Denver, where she’d lived before going into a coma and then becoming an immortal mate. Well, kind of becoming one. She’d promised everyone, especially her sister, that she’d never return to Denver. But persistent questions kept her up at night; she had to know the truth. Flashes of memory and warning. She’d go mad if she didn’t find answers to the swirling vortex of questions in her brain. First, she had to survive for another week.
Grace turned her wrist, the healthy one, and read the time on her sports watch. She’d give Sebastian five more minutes.
The door opened, and wind blasted inside. A male wearing a baseball cap covered with snow kicked the door shut, looked around, and spotted her. He brushed snow off his long overcoat and strode toward her, his boots leaving a wet trail across the sawdust-covered floor. “Grace.”
He was thinner than he’d looked in his picture. “Sebastian.”
“I’m sorry I’m late.” He pulled out the wooden chair across from her small table and sat, his eyes an odd bluish hue. “I can explain.”
She held up her good hand, her temples starting to ache. “It doesn’t matter. Do you have it?” She had to help that little girl lying sick in bed in the nearest hospital. No child should have to fight cancer.
He kicked back. “Yeah, but I thought we could maybe come to another arrangement.” With the hat bill low over his face, and the bar so dark, it was difficult to judge his age. Or rather, what his age appeared to be, considering he’d supplied proof through email that he was over two hundred years old. “What’s the hurry? There’s a storm out there.” He spoke with a very slight lisp.
She tilted her head. The overcoat was odd. “Take off your hat.” Adrenaline started to hum through her veins.
His chest puffed out. “There you go. I knew we’d get along.” With a flourish, he whipped off the cap with black fingernails, revealing thick blond hair—and black eyeliner rimming his eyes.
She blinked once and then again, looking closer. Were those colored contacts? Like the ones kids wore for Halloween? Yep. “You have got to be kidding me.” How in the world had he fooled her? She’d asked for documentation, although records could be falsified. She began to stand.
He grasped her good wrist and tugged her down, leaning toward her. He smelled like cheap beer and even cheaper cologne. This close, he appeared to be in his early twenties. “I promise I’ll give you what you want. My blood is all yours after I take a taste of my own.” He opened his mouth, showing fangs.
Fake ones.
Anger snapped through her. “I can’t believe this.” Yes, she was a complete moron. The risks she’d taken for this meeting had kept her up for nights. She jerked free and started to stand.
The front door burst open, and a mammoth blond male strode inside just as a commotion sounded from the rear exit on the other side of the bar. The kids by the pool table snuffed out the pot, backing away and plastering themselves against the sole dartboard, their eyes wide and their chests sunken.
She stopped breathing. Damn it. Grabbing her bag, she moved toward the restroom behind her and the window she’d already scoped out—just in case this assignation went south.
“Grace?” The voice came from near the back exit. The low, dark, accented tenor stopped her cold.
She slowly turned, her body flashing to full-on panic mode. It couldn’t be. No, no, no, no, no.
Yep.
Adare stood there, the surprise on his face quickly banked. The fury in his impossibly black eyes, however, glittered harsh and bright.
She edged backward.
“Dinnae even think it.” In his anger, his Scottish brogue, the product of a distant time and place, broke free and strong. His black hair hung to his shoulders, dotted with snow that was quickly melting. For the raid, or whatever this was, he’d worn a jacket, cargo pants, and boots—all black and more than likely concealing various weapons.
“Holy shit,” Sebastian muttered, standing and turning.
Grace nodded. If she could shove Sebastian toward Adare, she might be able to—
Adare’s nostrils flared, and her body reacted, stopping her in her tracks. Then he started moving toward her, smooth and graceful, his six-foot-six height and broad chest making him look like the proverbial immovable object.
Sebastian swallowed loudly and backed to her side. “That guy is huge. Like huge, huge.” He looked toward her, one fluorescent blue contact falling out of his eye. “What have you gotten me into?”
The lump in her throat nearly choked her. “Nothing. You’re fine, but don’t go around pretending to be something you’re not. Trust me, Sebastian.”
“Freddy,” the kid croaked. “My name is Freddy. Not Sebastian. I thought that sounded more like a creature of the night.”
The huge blond guy’s mouth dropped open and then shut quickly.
Oh, this was so bad. She’d tried hard not to leave a trail. Fake name, fake email address, and she’d even moved around to use different library computers and IP addresses—in different towns. What kind of laws had she broken? As far as she knew, there weren’t prisons for immortals, so what did that leave? Death for treason?
Not that she wasn’t dying anyway.
The blond, his black eyes taking in the entire room, quickly stepped up to the bar and flashed a badge. “U.S. Government. We only want those two for federal crimes.”
“Whew,” one of the kids in the back sighed.
The bartender shrugged, still drying off a beer glass with a dirty towel. “Take ’em.”
Freddy lifted his hands. “I haven’t done anything. Really. The chick is nuts. She thought I was a vampire, and she wanted to buy blood, so I figured, why not? Freaky sex might be fun.”
“Shut. Up.” Adare manacled Freddy’s neck with one hand, cutting off all sound. Without taking his gaze off Grace, he flicked his wrist and tossed Freddy toward the blond. “Nick? Take him, please.”
The please, for some reason, sent shivers down Grace’s back. Her legs weakened, but she lifted her chin, facing Adare. It had been nearly three years since they’d crossed paths, and he appeared even better-looking than she remembered. Meaner and bigger, too. A pissed-off expression on him was normal, but this one was new. All heat and fury. “I’ll get going, too,” she said, taking another step back.
Nick caught Freddy and leaned to the side, holding the human like a rag doll. “Adare? Do you know this female?”
Adare slowly nodded, his focus stronger than any hold. “She’s my mate.”
“I am not,” she retorted.
“Yes. You. Are.” Adare’s face was as impenetrable as rock, even as the words rolled out with that brogue.
Nick’s light eyebrows rose. He looked around the bar and, apparently satisfied that nobody was going to attack, returned his focus to Adare. “What’s your mate doing trying to buy vampire blood in Colorado?” he whispered.
It sounded ridiculous. Heat spread up Grace’s chest to her face, causing her cheeks to pound.
Adare’s gaze followed the heat, making her even warmer. “We’re about to get an answer to that question.” He held out one broad hand, no leniency on his hard face. “Let’s do this somewhere else.”
It was an order, not a question.
“No.” She said it softly but with authority. The bond of their mating was almost gone, and he had no hold on her. He never would, which suited them both just fine. “This was obviously a mistake, so let’s just go our separate ways.”
His lids half-lowered, slowly and deliberately, the deadly predator at his core fully visible. Not many people disobeyed the dangerous hybrid, and a human female, one whose life he had saved, shouldn’t even have thought about it. But she was no longer his responsibility, and she was done being lost.
“Grace.” One word, said in that brogue, with a demand that was absolute.
If she could run, she would. Instead, her body froze, her heart thundering. “I know I goofed up here, and I won’t do it again.” The appeasing note in her voice ticked her off, but she wasn’t up to a physical struggle right now. This disastrous meeting had taken weeks to set up. “Let’s just forget this and move on.”
“Have you lost your mind?” He sounded more curious than angry.
Hope flared through her. “Yes, briefly. It happens.” He’d never wanted anything to do with her, so giving him an out should work nicely. A simple apology—she tried to sound sincere—although she wanted to kick him in the shin instead. He’d always been a jackass, but there was no doubt he’d win any physical fight. Even at her best, which she wasn’t close to right now, she couldn’t take him. It was doubtful anybody could. “This whole thing was a mistake, and I’m sorry.” She choked on the last word.
“Let’s go.” His hand was still out.
An electric shiver took her. “Adare, I don’t think—”
“Exactly. You didn’t think.” A muscle ticked in his rugged jaw, revealing the effort his control was costing him. “Apparently that’s something we need to discuss. At length.”
Was that a threat? Yep. That was definitely a threat. “Not a chance,” she snapped, drawing on anger to camouflage panic.
Nick turned Freddy and shoved him toward the door. “We need to take this somewhere else,” he muttered.
“Not me,” Freddy said. “Really. This isn’t my fault.” He pushed back against Nick, his voice dropping to a whine. “I just wanted to get laid. Whatever she’s into, I’m not a part of it. Please. Let me go.”
Nick opened the door and propelled him into the snowstorm. The wind shrieked, blowing snow inside.
Adare grasped her upper arm. “Now.”
She tugged free. “Absolutely not.”
“I wasn’t asking.” For a big male, he moved surprisingly fast. He ducked his head, and within a heartbeat, she was over his shoulder, heading toward the door.
Her chin hit his lower back, and her stomach lurched, the alcohol she’d consumed stirring around. She pounded against his waist with her good hand, not close to stopping him. This was a disaster. Panic grabbed her, and she tried to struggle but could barely move. “Let me go. Now.”
“Hold on to your strength, Grace. You’re going to need it.” With that, he took her into the storm.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Adare waited with supreme patience in the driver’s seat of the SUV while Grace glared at him from the passenger seat and Nick delivered Freddy, not so gently, to his front door. Or rather, to his mother’s front door, since the moron lived in her basement. By the time Nick was finished with his lecture, Freddy would not only forget they existed but would never try to pick up a woman on the internet again.
Grace huffed.
He held on to his patience because he was a patient male. Damn it.
“I could’ve taken my own car,” she muttered.
“That was barely a car,” he retorted, watching the snow billow outside. The female was lucky he’d allowed her to fetch her belongings from the death trap. He didn’t have time for this, considering his mission commenced in less than twenty-four hours. “I’ll have somebody pick it up tomorrow.”
She crossed her arms. “I could pick it up tomorrow.”
The tightness of his jaw was beginning to give him a headache, so he took pains to loosen it before answering her. “You have a bank account with a hundred thousand dollars in it as well as unlimited funds on various credit cards. Why you were driving that heap of junk is beyond me.” She had to be smarter, since he probably wasn’t going to make it past the week.
She turned toward him, setting one leg beneath her to face him. “I don’t want or need your money.”
“You’re my mate,” he said.
“Hah.”
What the hell did that mean? He exhaled slowly. Out of all the females in the universe, why did this one small human get under his skin? “I understand it wasn’t a conventional mating, but it happened nonetheless. You’re my responsibility.” By the widening of her eyes, he could tell she didn’t like that. Too bad. It was the truth.
The back door swept open and Nick jumped inside the car, bringing snow and wind with him. “We’re good. Let’s get out of here.” All pure-bred demons had rough voices that sounded like their vocal chords had been mangled; after the night they’d had, Nick sounded like he’d been eating gravel all day.
Adare owed him one for this. He backed out of the driveway, turning the vehicle toward the mountains. “Nicolaj Veis, please meet Grace Cooper. My…mate.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Nick slid to the side to better study Grace from the back seat. “Although you are a surprise. Adare? Why do you keep so many secrets?” The question in his eyes was more than obvious. How could Adare go on their mission the following day when he had a mate?
She twisted even more to face him. “It’s nice to meet you, as well. I’m not really Adare’s mate.”
Nick rubbed his smoothly shaven chin. “Okay.” He glanced from one to the other. “Proposed mates?”
Adare sighed. “No. We mated.” He glanced in the rearview mirror. “Can’t you sense it?” Normally the mating bond was easily discerned by other immortals, but what did he know?
Nick studied Grace. “Well, kind of, but it’s not as strong as I would’ve assumed.”
“We didn’t really mate,” Grace said, a slight pink flushing her cheekbones. “I was in a coma, about to die, and Adare bit me and marked me. No…well, ah, sex.”
Nick’s eyebrows shot straight up. “You can’t mate without sex.”
“We did,” Adare said, ending the conversation. The fact that Grace was special, one of the three Keys who were destined to destroy evil, would remain a secret, even from his old friend. Adare believed that was why the mating had taken hold without a physical union. Speaking of which, the woman should be acting grateful and not like a pain in his ass right now. He had enough going on.
Grace rolled her eyes. “Are you a hybrid, too?”
Adare bit back irritation. She had lived in the immortal world for nearly five years, and she couldn’t tell a pure-bred demon when she saw one?
“No,” Nick said, smiling. “I’m all demon. You can tell from the blond hair and black eyes, as well as the weird voice.” He jerked his head toward Adare. “Although I understand your question. Even hybrids usually take on the dominant aspects of only one species, except for your Highlander here. He’s unique.”
Whatever. Adare had the black hair of a vampire and the pure black eyes of a demon; sometimes, he felt his two halves fighting each other. Which was odd, considering both species were predators. “Nick? I apologize for taking you away from your family vacation. I owe you one.” When the king had called saying his computer techs had discovered a possible Key in Colorado, he’d called in Nick as backup. Adare didn’t need backup, but when King Kayrs meddled, he went all the way with it. Adare had agreed; he couldn’t afford to have the king all up in his business with the mission into Kurjan territory happening soon.
“No problem,” Nick said, almost cheerfully. “This has been entertaining. Also, it’s getting late. Why don’t you two stay in our extra room at the condo for the night? Apparently you have some things to talk about.”
“No, thank you,” Grace immediately said. “I need to be on my way.”
Adare took a turn up the mountain road. He had to get some things straight with Grace before he died, and no doubt Nick’s stronghold was well secured and far away from any humans. “We appreciate it, Nick. We apparently do have much to discuss.”
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