Born in Twilight: Twilight Vows by MAGGIE SHAYNE Read Free Book Online Page B

sat up in the bed, pushing the covers aside, lowering his feet to the floor.
    â€œAnd then,” she went on, “you bumble your reckless way into still more trouble, and as you lay dying, with what could have been your very last breath, Jameson, you call out to us for help. What in the name of the pharaohs were you expecting us to do? We can’t raise the dead! You asked for help, and we gave you the only help we could give. And still you complain.”
    â€œThat’s enough, Rhiannon,” Roland said, and he said it sternly. She glared at him, but he didn’t back down. “You know nothing about what Jameson is feeling right now.”
    â€œAnd you do?” she shot back.
    Roland nodded, turning his gaze on Jameson. “I do. Rhiannon, and Tamara too, you both sought this life. I did not. It was forced on me, Rhiannon, when you found me near death on that battlefield in bloodstained armor.”
    â€œAnd on me,” Eric said softly. “When Roland came to me in that filthy French cell, the night before I was to face the guillotine.” He met Jameson’s eyes. “I was terrified, then, of what I’d become. And though you know us, know us well, I imagine you’re a bit frightened, too. You think that now you’re a monster like we are.”
    A lump came into Jameson’s throat, and his eyes stung. “I have never thought of any of you as monsters, Eric. You have to know that. It’s just that…all of this…” He shook his head. “I thought I’d have time to get used to the idea. I thought I’d be the one to decide if and when I was ready for this.” He lifted his head, met Rhiannon’s haughty stare. “You’re right, Princess. I’m being an ass, and I’m sorry. If it hadn’t been for all of you, I’d be dead right now, and I was even less ready for that.”
    He could see her softening. Rhiannon liked it when he addressed her by her proper title. She was a pharaoh’s daughter, after all. Not that she’d ever be likely to let any of them forget it. Jameson lowered his head, closed his eyes. “So I’m here. It’s done. Can’t be changed. I guess I might as well get used to the idea.”
    â€œYou’re going to be just fine, Jameson,” Tamara told him. “I promise.”
    He lifted his head, met her eyes and thought this wasn’t all bad. He’d be even more able to take on DPI with his new abilities. He flexed his hand, wondering just how strong he was now. Strong enough, perhaps, to go back to that towering facility in White Plains and tear it down, brick by brick? Strong enough to make the bastards tell him what this last round of tests performed on him had been all about? And then kill every last one of them?
    â€œI imagine the first thing we’ll need to teach you is how to guard your thoughts,” Roland said, looking him squarely in the eye. “Although when they’re as foolish as that one was, it might be better that we all know about them, hmm?”
    â€œI don’t blame you, Jameson,” Rhiannon said, and her anger seemed to have been banked, for the moment, anyway. “I’ve been wanting to destroy everything even remotely associated with that organization of buffoons for years. But they all fight me.” She jerked her head toward the others in the room.
    â€œFor good reason,” Roland told her. “If we were to do that, we’d be making everything they believe about us, true. We’d become the heartless predators they claim we are. Deadly, destructive and dangerous. And they’d have all the more reason to mount a full-scale attack against us. Can you imagine, Rhiannon, what would happen if other branches of the government became involved? The military, for example?”
    She tossed her head. “Bring them on.”
    Roland rolled his eyes heavenward, but Jameson laughed aloud. And then Eric was stepping