They were able to see Adrien and as he passed through the cavern, each shouted, calling out his name and waving triumphant fists in the air.

“I’ll get back here as soon as I can,” he shouted in return, though the movement of the altered flight seemed to muffle speaking voices.

On a more positive note, she couldn’t smell the cavern.

Adrien sped up the altered flight, and that’s when things went haywire. Dizziness and blackness swallowed her, along with a pain in her skull that made her shriek. She’d never hurt so bad in her life.

“I can tell you’re hurting but we’ve got to get to Paris, the quicker the better.” His voice had a strange resonance through the pounding in her head.

“Okay.” Even her lips vibrated with pain as something wet trailed down her lips and chin.

She clutched at him now and tried to breathe. She felt his chest rise and fall rapidly, the exertion of the altered flight maybe. She could feel that he was expending a lot of energy.

The passing seconds of the flight began to feel like an eternity. When at last he drew to a halt, she collapsed on a woven rug of some kind, facedown. She lay prone, her head on fire. She wiped at her nose, thinking maybe she’d been weeping, but the liquid had a thicker consistency than tears.

She lifted her head. She needed a tissue.

Adrien lay on the floor next to her, his hand on her back. His gaze fell to her lower face. “Your nose is bleeding.”

He pushed to his feet, left her for a moment, and just as he must have met the outer reaches of the chain’s tight hold on them, she heard water running.

He returned a few seconds later with a damp washcloth in one hand and tissues in the other.

She rolled onto her back, wiped her lips and chin, then placed the cool washcloth over her nose. The apartment was dark with no lights on, but right now with her head aching, she was glad of it.

She tracked him as he moved to a wall of closets, which meant she was in his bedroom. He dressed quickly in dark jeans and a tight black T-shirt.

She worked herself to a sitting position. “That was incredibly painful,” she said. She clutched the washcloth with one hand while she blew her nose using the tissues.

Her stomach turned over several times and she worked hard not to throw up. She refolded the washcloth, trying to find a clean spot.

Adrien sat down in a nearby chair and put on a pair of black socks. “I felt your suffering through the shared chain. I got here as fast as I could. Shit. But this isn’t good.”

“Travel is going to be a problem. My head hurts so bad.”

“Yep.”

“Maybe I’ll get used to it. It was okay at first, but when you sped up, it got worse really fast. Can we travel at the slower speed?”

“Sure, but we’d be hours getting anywhere that isn’t on the other side of Paris. Also, if anyone was tracking us or watching for us, we’d be vulnerable.”

“Do you expect an attack?”

Adrien met her gaze as she held the washcloth to her nose. “I have enemies. Daniel does, too. We have fanatic-based groups that—if they catch wind that we’re after the extinction weapon—will try to stop us. Didn’t Kiernan say anything about them?”

“No. He didn’t.” She looked at the washcloth. “My nose has stopped bleeding.”

“You were screaming.”

“I was? I don’t remember. I guess I was. I can’t begin to describe what the pain was like, sort of a dagger through my head.”

“How’s your head now?”

“Getting better fast.”

He grunted.

“What?”

“I thought the chains we shared would be powerful enough to get us through, that’s all. They felt strong enough. I guess I was wrong or maybe just wishful.”

She rose to her feet and glanced around. She pivoted toward him, continuing to dab at her nose. “What are you not saying?” She touched her chain. “I can feel your sudden indecision about something.”

He slid his feet into heavy black shoes, not quite boots but close. “There’s another type of blood-chain, a double, side-by-side arrangement, that could change things for us, but hell if I’m willing to go that far.”

“You may not have a choice. I say we get the chains if it means we can travel more easily.”

His gaze shot back to hers. “What the hell does that mean, that I may not have a choice? So far all that’s required of me is to hunt for the weapon. And right now, I don’t give a damn if it causes you this much pain.”

His sudden anger should have bothered her—after all, he was over two hundred pounds of heavily muscled vampire, and he could break her in half with his bare hands if he wanted to. “I’m not giving you an ultimatum,” she said. “I’m suggesting that in order to get this job done, we each may have to do things neither of us wants to do.”

“We’re already doing that because I sure as hell don’t want to be bound to you like this.” He reached down, put his hand on her arm, and leaned close. “Listen, Lily, I can get us both out of this. I know a couple of very powerful vampires who work with blood-chains. They’ll know what to do, to get these off without either of us dying. And I can make it worth your while, whatever Kiernan or Daniel is paying you. I’m a wealthy man. Would five million dollars get the job done?”

She just looked at him and sudden images of burying her husband and daughter, of attending several memorials for her good friends and neighbors, rolled through her mind like a dark storm.

Josh’s smiling face came next. She felt cold as she said, “Have you got fifty million?”

Adrien’s nostrils flared. “No.”

Fifty wouldn’t have made the smallest difference, either, but she didn’t tell him that. All she said was, “This mission is what I want, what I need to do.”

He stood up suddenly. “I guess that’s a real fuck you, isn’t it?”

She looked up at him, way up. The vampire was tall, especially since she still sat on the floor. “I guess it is.”

“I can’t believe you’d turn down five million.” He glared at her for a long moment, then his expression filled with disgust. “Typical human, out for what you can get, never mind who gets hurt.”

She snickered. “That’s rich: who gets hurt. And you a vampire. But let me make myself clear to you one last time: You can’t even begin to fathom what I’ll be given in exchange for the weapon, and it’ll be worth every ounce of sweat or knife-like headache, trust me on that.”

She didn’t blame him for his anger. Right now she was his enemy, she had control of him, and she could say yes or no to any of his requests or demands.

He stood up and paced the length of the closets, fuming.

At least the pain in her head had finally dissipated, her nose had stopped bleeding, and she no longer felt dizzy. “Where do I put these?” She held the washcloth and tissues for him to see.

He gestured with his hand to a door to his right, beyond a long dresser. “That’s the privy.”

The bathroom wasn’t far at all, but once inside, the chains tugged at her. “Could you come a little closer? I want to shut the door.”

Though she couldn’t see him, he must have moved because the tension on the chain eased. She discarded the tissues and rinsed the washcloth out.

She glanced around and realized she was staring at black marble, on the walls, the sink, the massive shower, even the toilet. The fixtures were an antique silver. The elegance seemed juxtaposed with the fierce vampire who challenged almost every word she spoke.

At the far end was a second door that probably led to a hall and the rest of the apartment.

As she finished up and washed her hands and even rinsed her face, she met her gaze in the mirror. Josh had her eyes, the same hazel color and roundish shape, which was the reason everyone said he looked like her. But the truth was, he had his father’s mouth and nose, even his strong jawline.

Josh. Her heart sank into her stomach all over again. Josh alive. Her son. She had to get him back. The drive was as powerful as the orbit of the earth around the sun.