His Darkest Hunger by Juliana Stone Read Free Book Online Page B

ago, when his unit had been ambushed and Diego murdered.
    He just had to connect the dots. He needed to link them all together. His face hardened as Libby’s image floated through his mind.
    He had the first dot.
    Now he had to find the rest.
    With Declan’s help they should be able to hurry her memory from its hiding place, and then the answers would come. Jaxon felt the coldness that lived inside of him spread out and caress his fast beating heart. His small shred of humanity disappeared and his handsome features settled into a tense frown.
    The woman in his thoughts moaned as she turned toward him. Her arm was flung over her head, as if warding off… something .
    Libby Jamieson had all of the answers locked deep inside of her. He snarled softly as he lookedaway from her and back to the road. He had a shitload of questions and wouldn’t let her rest until she was able to answer them. He’d rip them from her if he had to.
    The glowing clock on the dashboard told him it was three. He had been making great time until Libby’s mad dash for freedom. Without any more problems, he’d reach the loft by four.
    Jaxon cranked up the volume and carried on down the road as the hypnotic melody of a Doors classic filled the cab.
    This is the end, my only friend the end .
    He snorted as the lyrics floated through his brain. Hell no, this is the beginning of the end .
     
    Hardly anyone was on the road and it was just before 4:00 A.M . that the beams of light from the Tahoe flickered across the empty parking lot of an old abandoned warehouse, deep in the heart of the waterfront near Manhattan.
    Old, indeed it was.
    Abandoned, it most certainly was not.
    He slowed down as the truck maneuvered through a narrow entrance, stopping near the booth that housed Cracker, the night security guard. It had been almost a year since Jaxon had visited the premises, but Cracker was used to the secretive comings and goings of the certain select few who were allowed access.
    The truck ground to a halt as Cracker stepped from his safe haven, a large semiautomatic perched lazily against his leg. The man was about forty-five, tall, broad-shouldered, and mean as all hell. He wasex-military, having resigned his commission after being in Iraq for several years.
    He wasn’t one hundred percent human either.
    His scent had always thrown Jaxon for a loop; it was something he’d never come across before. The man had never volunteered his lineage, but as long as he did his job, and did it well, Jaxon didn’t give a shit if oil ran through his veins.
    As the truck slowly pulled up alongside him, Cracker’s eyes—so pale they were almost white—drifted toward the passenger that lay huddled against the door. They narrowed. It was the only noticeable sign of surprise, and his face quickly resumed the blank facade that was the norm, before acknowledging his boss.
    “Evening, Castille. Declan’s already inside.”
    “Thanks.”
    With those few words, Jaxon proceeded through the gates until he was inside the center of a large courtyard type area. The entire perimeter was fenced in, with full coverage from security cameras and two roving dogs that were trained to kill on command.
    In front of him was a series of eight large doors that led to a large underground parking facility. He drove the truck to the very end, depressing the remote inside his cab. The heavy steel door began to slowly recede, and he was able to drive through.
    Once inside, he pulled into his spot and cut the motor. Jaxon sighed softly, his lips pursed into a hard thin line as he glanced at the still slumbering woman.
    Libby had slept fitfully on and off the last forty-five minutes of the drive, occasionally moaning loudly and jerking her body wildly. Nightmares.
    That was something they both shared.
    He glanced to the left, smiling for the first time at the sight of the vehicle parked there. The long, sleek lines of the low riding viper were so Declan. It had been much too long since he’d