His own eyes grim, Jack nodded back. “We assume so, Princeps. Leaving the body so carelessly would suggest-”
“That it was Teagan,” Eden interrupted, drawing the young Neith's eyes back to her. “My cousin never really cared about consequences. And a knife in the heart… just his style.” The Neith held her eyes for a brief moment, their darkness from across the room filled with unfathomable expression that made Eden squirm a little. Finally he broke his gaze away to turn his attention back to Cyrus. “We've investigated everyone else, Princeps, but it appears Carey worked alone.”
“Thank you,” Cyrus replied. “You did a good job.” He turned to Terrence. “I need to know if any of my men are unhappy, have personal problems, etc. I don't care how intrusive it is I need to know that our enemies cannot bribe my people using any personal difficulties as leverage. Understood.” Terrance gave a sharp jerk of his head. “Perfectly.”
As they left, Eden felt something inside her crumble a little. Great. Now all the Neith in Cyrus' compound were going to hate her. As if having a boyfriend whose father hated her living under the same roof with her wasn't bad enough.
***
Word had reached her that Noah was actually out of bed and the waiting around to see him was just making all the craziness she had gone through after the Teagan thing even worse. She needed to see him. She needed reassurance.
Feeling a little giddy and nervous at the prospect of meeting with him after everything, Eden decided not to take the elevator to the third floor where he and his family had rooms. Instead she took the long way around, her headphones jammed in her ear so she wouldn't have to listen to the eerie silence of the monstrosity of the house. She skipped up the back servant stairs so she wouldn't bump into Alain, singing along with Metric.
“Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer? Beeeeaatting like a hammeeer – whoa!” she stumbled at the top of the staircase, finding herself face to face with Jack. This close she could see his dark eyes were actually blue and the face he was struggling to keep expressionless was a nice one. A very nice one. He brushed a strand of silky jet hair back from his forehead before crossing his arms over his chest, blocking her way.
Eden pulled her earphones out. “Hey.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You know I couldn't hear your heart beating like a hammer over your God awful singing,” his warm, Bostonian voice pulled at her teasingly and Eden relaxed. Perhaps it was Jack's age or attitude towards her (not suspicious, not wary, not acting like she was going to go
‘Carrie' on them at a moment's notice) but Eden felt comfortable around him in a way she didn't around Cyrus' other security guys.
“God awful?” Eden mirrored his body language, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. “A little harsh, don't you think?”
“On the ears, yes.”
“Oh haha. You're a funny guy.”
Jack smirked at her. “So I've been told. But seriously… you never heard of stealth?” Eden frowned at him. “Why do I need to be stealthy in my own home? Are you guys planning a rebellion? First man to kill the half-breed gets the keys to Cyrus' Cayman S?” She was just teasing but Jack immediately grew tense and serious at her joke.
“That's not funny, Eden. Even joking about hurting you could get one of us strung up before Cyrus. We're taking your safety very seriously.”
“I can take care of myself.”
He ran his dark blue eyes over her in a way that made her flush inwardly. “So I've heard. Still…
don't say crap like that OK? I kind of want to be Cyrus' Head of Security one day and joking about killing his daughter is not exactly the good impression I want to make.” At her mocking look he suddenly seemed to relax and shrugged. “And it would be the Aston Martin. Why go Porsche when you can go One-77.”
Eden laughed. “I prefer the Porsche. I'd rather be killed for the Porsche.” Jack grinned at her and stepped aside. “There you go again with the killing jokes. You're going to get me in trouble.”
She breezed by his tall frame, chuckling up at him as she strode onto the third floor landing. “It's a specialty of mine or didn't you know that already?”
“What? Getting people into trouble?”
“People. Warriors. Innocents.” The smile bled out of her voice as she thought about Teagan and what he had done to Tobe's family. She wasn't sure Tobe was ever going to speak to her again. Why was this guy? The Neith all knew what she had been. Who Teagan had been to her. She raised her eyes to meet Jack's unwavering gaze. “Why are you talking to me like I'm a person? You saw what my cousin did to that Carey guy. You must have heard what Teagan did to the Neith in Scotland.” His eyes darkened and his expression grew tight. “I guess I just don't think a person should be judged by who their family are… or by their past.”
She thought of Tobe and the Douglas'. They hadn't judged her either but after what had happened to them… she snorted unhappily. “Give it some time. Stick around me long enough and you'll change your mind.”
Jack shook his head. “I doubt that.”
Before Eden could reply a buzz of static broke the hushed air around them and Jack pressed a finger to the handsfree curled around his ear. He nodded. “OK, I'll be there in a minute.” He sighed and turned back to her. “Duty calls.”
“Anything serious?”
“Oh extremely. Dawson needs to take a piss but he can't leave the Control Room unattended.” Eden laughed. “You better get a move on then.”
He sighed and threw her a quick grin. “Be seeing you.”
As she watched him take the stairs down two at a time, Eden shook her head, smiling at herself.
She needed to stop judging the Neith and expecting a negative response from them all. Some of them were actually OK to her. Feeling a little better about life at Cyrus' mansion, Eden turned around and headed towards Noah's suite.
Eden rapped her knuckles against the open door and smiled anxiously. “Can I come in?” Noah looked up at her in surprise, sitting on the end of his bed. She was glad to see his colour was back to normal now that the toxin had made its way out of his body. “Uh...” he glanced uneasily across his room and as Eden stepped into the room she realised why. She froze as she met the belligerent stare of Alain Valois.
Eden had stupidly assumed Alain had accompanied Emma out on a shopping trip and had thought it the best time to drop in on her… boyfriend? Was he her boyfriend still? She thought worriedly, eyeing the way his father was looking at her.
“Noah is resting, you should leave.” He flicked his hand at the door.
No wonder everyone forgot Noah was seventy years old. His parents treated him like a child.
Before Eden could respond, Noah stood up. “Dad, don't speak to her like that.” Alain grunted. “I'm not speaking to her in any way. You're still resting.” Noah rolled his eyes. “Dad, I'm fine and I would like some time alone with my girlfriend.” Girlfriend. Eden's chest eased and opened up again.
“Girlfriend?” Alain's eyes widened. “Since when?”
Oh great, so Noah hadn't even told them they'd gotten together.
“Since a while.” Noah shrugged as if it was no big deal, actually seeming amused by the startled unfocused look in Alain's voice as he let his son steer him towards the doorway. Eden watched the interplay between father and son, chewing on her bottom lip, waiting for the explosion to come.
Instead Alain's shoulders sagged in defeat and he threw Eden one last angry glare before walking out of Noah's room with forced dignity. Noah shut the door and turned to smile at her.
Eden shook her head. “Your dad so hates me.”
He smirked as he stopped in front of her, his hands gripping her h*ps to tug her to him. “He'll come around.”
“Like Tobe has?” she huffed bitterly, the flare of pain in her chest catching her breath.
Noah sighed and rubbed her back comfortingly. “I heard about that. She'll come around, Eden.
Just give her time.”
“According to you then, everyone will come around.”
“My dad will… eventually.”
“And if he doesn't?” she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
The feel of him enveloped her in an excited contentedness Eden hadn't known was possible, and she leaned into him, sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck.
“Then he'll just have to deal with it.”
“It just sucks-”
“Eden.” Noah's hands tightened around her.
“What?”
“I've not seen you in what feels like effing forever, so you wanna stop talking about my dad while I'm trying to kiss you? It's kind of a mood killer.”
Noah didn't give her a chance to lash him with the biting retort that was eager to jump off her tongue. He drew her into a kiss so deep, she felt her legs tremble; his tongue flicking playfully across hers and shooting hot sparks to all her good for nothing places.
When he let her up for air, Eden gasped against his mouth and then smiled. It suddenly occurred to her that she had forever and a lifetime to do this with him. “I knew I saved your ass for a reason.” Noah frowned. “'Scuse me, I think the ass saving was done by me.” Eden raised an eyebrow. “Technically I think the ass saving was done by Darius.” She shivered just thinking about it and Noah gripped her closer.
“Yeah, let's not think about it…” he grimaced. “It's definitely a mood killer.”
“But seriously what was that-”
His lips cut her off as they came down on hers hard, crushing hers with a desperation that had her struggling to draw breath. He pulled back, stroking his fingers down her cheek. “Your choice.
Carnage, death talk, or making out with the boyfriend who saved your butt?” With a small smile Eden drew onto the balls of her feet to reach his lips. She kissed him softly and made a happy humming noise against his mouth. “We'll talk about who saved who during intermission.”
He nodded, his eyelids low, his eyes dark. “Sounds like a plan.” For a while at least, here with Noah, Eden could forget the world outside Cyrus' sanctuary. But she knew, deep down in those painful, aching places, that Noah's kisses would only hold it at bay for so long.
Epilogue
Not Over
Darwin Rice gazed around the sparklingly clean and empty foyer of the Winslow Mansion. He curled his lip, still smelling the tang of blood in the air despite the cleaning products that struggled to overwhelm it. His skin tingled as his feet slapped against the echoing marble of the luxury floor. Eyes narrowing on a little black item on the floor, he sighed, frustrated, as he bent down to pick it up.
The tracking device they'd put inside Teagan.
There had clearly been a massacre here and the little son-of-a-bitch who had promised him Cyrus and Darius was dead. Standing back up, Darwin met his colleague's gaze and shook his head.
“Unfortunately, not our time, Peter.”
Peter nodded, looking as grim as Darwin felt. “The rest of the Tribunal wish to cease our attempts to destroy Cyrus. They see this as the first of many new failures in that direction.” Darwin tried to stem the rage that pronouncement fed into his veins. For years Cyrus and his people had hunted theirs even as the Tribunal sought to enforce the laws. They weren't killing people, for Christ sakes. So they took a little soul here and there; it wasn't if the race of man weren't capable of evil all on their own. When Teagan Winslow had opened this door to kicking a hole in the gut of The Circle, a hole that would not heal, Darwin had let himself get caught in the beauty of the promise. Take away Cyrus and Darius, and the Ankh have nothing. The Neith would take control.