Part 11 (1/2)

”And Chrissy?”

”When she couldn't take you from him, she called in her mate, Rec'Sord. I was alerted shortly thereafter to protect you. I told V'Aidan to leave you. He refused.”

Her head swam from M'Ordant's information and from the pain and hurt inside her. ”Why did he refuse to leave me?”

”I don't know. I guess it's just what he is. The Skoti suck the hopes and dreams out of others. I suppose he got a kick out of playing the hero with you. Building you up so he could hurt you more.”

Erin felt so foolish. So betrayed. How could she have been so blind?

The eyes, she thought with a start. She should have realized the eyes were the same color.

Was she really that desperate for a hero that she would accept a demon in disguise?

Suddenly, she felt ill.

Heartbroken, she headed home, wanting to forget she had ever heard of V'Aidan.

Erin sat alone for the rest of the day, thinking, remembering.

”You should be a writer .” V'Aidan's kind voice echoed through her head.

It wasn't the demon she remembered as she sat on her couch, clutching a pillow to her middle; it was the man. And as she sat alone in her apartment, she realized she would never again see him.

Never be able to share her day or her thoughts.Most of all, she couldn't tell him her dreams. V'Aidan might have started off by feeding from her, but in the end he had given her so much more.

He had been her friend as much as he had been her lover.

The loss tore through her.

But what could she do? He was back in his world and she was in hers. It was over.

There was nothing left.

In the end, the Skotos had won after all. V'Aidan had drained all her happiness, all her hopes, all her dreams. What was left was an aching, empty sh.e.l.l that wanted nothing more of this world or the other.

As the days went by, the pain of betrayal began to lessen and Erin remembered more of her dreams.

The more she remembered, the more she wanted to see V'Aidan one last time. Could she have been so stupid as to let him completely fool her?

She didn't think so.

V'Aidan wasn't that cruel. She'd seen things in him that defied what she knew him to be. His words came back to her. Words of protection. He had taught her to release her creativity to keep the Skoti away.

And there at the end...

”I will go with them peacefully if you will keep them from her .”

No, those weren't the words of a monster. Those were the words of a man who cared more for her safety than for his own. Such a man, regardless of what M'Ordant had told her, was not all evil.

Desperate, Erin went to sleep, trying to find V'Aidan again. It didn't work.

Erin woke up in the middle of the night, terrified. Where was V'Aidan and why wouldn't he come to her?

For more than a week she tried everything she could think of to reach V'Aidan. Nothing worked. And as every day pa.s.sed, she hurt more.

There had to be some way to contact him.

Discouraged and heartbroken, Erin sat at her desk, dazed. She'd barely slept in days and she was so weary.

”V'Aidan,” she whispered. ”Why won't you talk to me?”

”Erin,” John said from his doorway. ”In my office. Now.”

By the tone of his voice she figured she was in serious trouble. No doubt he was going to fire her for missing so much work.

What did she care anyway? At this point, she was only going through the motions of life. Nothing was important to her now. She'd lost the only thing that gave her life meaning. The only one who had ever believed in her.

Soul-sick, she got up and walked the short distance to John's office.

”Close the door. Sit down.”She did as he commanded.

He sat there for several minutes, sipping his coffee, reading his E-mail.

She wondered if he had forgotten her. Then he turned, pulled his gla.s.ses down the bridge of his nose, and stared at her. ”It's awful, isn't it?”

”What?”

”Loving an immortal.”

Erin had a sudden urge to clean out her ear. ”Excuse me?”

”Oh, come on, don't play innocent with me. Why do you think Chrissy was working here?” He pointed to the dolphin tattoo on his left forearm. ”I'm an oracle for the Greek G.o.ds. Which is why I'm so d.a.m.ned tired and cranky all the time. They have the most annoying habit of bursting in when you least expect it.” He sighed disgustedly. ”The least they could do is pay me, but oh no, I was lucky enough to be born into this. And benefits...” He snorted. ”No sleep, no pay, no peace. Got to love it.”

She disregarded his tirade. ”So, you're like the Oracle of Delphi? I thought they were all women.”

”Those particular oracles are, but not all of us are female. Obviously. We are merely human channels to the various G.o.ds.”

Totally baffled, she stared at him, wondering if maybe this was a dream, too, or if the Big Guy had lost his mind. Something wasn't right, at any rate.

”Okay, so you're an oracle. Want to tell me why you hired Chrissy if you knew she was a dream- sucking monster?”

He shrugged. ”She is a G.o.d and I have no choice except to serve her. She wanted a chance to scope out human targets. I merely provided her a safe cover.”

”You sold me out?”

”No,” he said, his stern look turning gentle. ”They weren't supposed to drain you the way V'Aidan did.