Trinity Blue by Eve Silver Read Free Book Online

Prologue
     
    Ten miles north of Fort Vancouver, Oregon Country, 1834
     
    Night settled, dark and wet, the air smelling of damp earth and blood and death. Daemon Alexander knelt in the dirt, a woman cradled in his arms. Her long hair fell across his sleeve and tumbled to the ground in a riot of guinea-gold waves. She shifted in his embrace as though trying to pull free of him, her breath rattling in her chest.
    “Do you want to live forever?” he whispered, wiping away the thin trickle of blood that slid from the corner of her mouth.
Say yes. Ask me. Only say the words
. He could do nothing if she did not say the words. Her gaze flicked to his, then away. He knew then that she could not bear to look at him now that she had seen the truth. Seen what he was.
    “Would you rather die?” Daemon rasped. He rested his fingers lightly on her throat and felt her pulse slow, the pace stuttering as her blood leaked out to pool beneath them.
    “No... I do not want... to die,” she whispered, a tear tracing a path along the pale skin of her cheek. “But... I cannot bear to live. Not like... you.”
    Not like him. A monster. A dark creature that played host to even darker creatures. He had no reassurance for her because he had none for himself. There was no name for the vile thing he was, at least, not that he knew. He had forgotten that for a brief time as he basked in the illusion of their life together.
    “I love you.” His declaration hung in the air, pallid and weak. It meant nothing in the face of his betrayal. He had come to her as a man, made her believe he was a man. He had almost believed it himself. He had brought her here, to a place wild and untamed. Dangerous. The responsibility for the attack on her was his and his alone. “Let me save you, Alma. Only say it. Ask me. I beg you.”
    She turned her head and looked at him then.
    “I love you,” he whispered again, desperate.
    “I despise you.” Her words were so faint he might have made himself believe he had misheard. But no. He would not allow himself that reprieve. He deserved her hate.
    “I—” His arguments, his pleas locked in his throat as her chest deflated on a final breath. Too late. She was gone. And he was left with her broken shell in his arms.
    All around him the shadows shifted. Dark forms rose from the bodies of the men who had come here to steal and rape and kill. They were dead. His will—and the things he harbored within—had seen them ripped limb from limb. But he had returned from his scouting mission too late. They had done their vile deeds before he made his way back and so she was dead, as well. His love, his wife. Dead.
    His fault.
    Rising, he held his arms wide, calling home the trinity. Again the shadows moved and three raced toward him, sleek in the night. They were part of him. He let his pain feed them, his rage and agony. They wound about him and through him, less than substance, more than shadow. Together, they burst into clear blue flame that spread and grew until every body, every drop of blood in the clearing was burned away in an icy inferno of smokeless blue fire.

Chapter One
     
    Present day
    Freetown, New York
     
    Jen Cassaday pushed aside her grandmother’s yellowed lace curtains and stared out at the stranger in her front yard. He stood, legs apart, arms hanging easy by his sides, head tipped back as he studied the house. Faded jeans, scuffed leather jacket over a dark brown T-shirt, dark hair, hanging in long, ragged layers. From this distance she could see great bone structure and a frown. Maybe it was the frown that kept him from being pretty. Or maybe it was the scar that ran across his chin, an angry white line against tanned skin. Either way, he was something to look at.
    In one hand he held a newspaper, and the sight of it made Jen’s pulse twitch. He was not at all what she’d meant to attract when she placed an ad for a handyman. And with any luck, he wasn’t here about that.
    “Make your own luck,”