Burn For Me (Phoenix Fire 1)

And there was a bullet next to her on the ground.

She touched it carefully. Confused, lost, body trembling. “Cain.” His name slipped from her. Cain would tell her what had happened. He’d help her. He’d—

He was burning. Just a few feet away from her. She could see his body through the flames. Big, strong.

Eve rose to her feet. Hands were reaching for her, trying to pull her away from the fire and wreckage. She looked to the right. Saw a firefighter. An EMT was with him. They were walking, but she couldn’t hear them, not over the rush of the flames and the frantic beat of her own heart.

She was alive when she should be dead. And Cain—Cain . . .

“Come back to me,” she whispered.

Through the flames, she saw his head jerk.

“Come back to me!” Eve screamed even as the firefighter dragged her away from the blaze. No, he didn’t understand. The flames wouldn’t hurt her. Cain wouldn’t hurt her.

He’d saved her. Somehow, he had . . .

The tears of a phoenix . . .

The memory of Wyatt’s words whispered through her mind.

Holy hell. Had Cain . . . had he cried for her?

Her breath choked in her lungs. Eve shook her head, tried to surge up—and couldn’t move. She was being strapped down on a gurney.

“Relax, ma’am, you’re safe.” A woman gazed down at her. Blond, with big, wide brown eyes. “We’re getting you to a hospital. Okay? Just stop fighting us.”

But Eve couldn’t stop fighting. She had to get back to Cain.

Someone was cutting open her shirt. Another EMT.

“So much blood . . . but where’s the wound?” he demanded.

There wasn’t a wound. Not anymore. Richard Wyatt had been right. The bastard had actually been right . . .

I can’t get him to cry. No matter how much pain I give him.

Wyatt had never been able to break Cain, so there’d been no way to see if the phoenix had healing powers.

Maybe when you die . . . perhaps he’ll break then.

Had she died? Had Cain somehow brought her back?

His tears . . . legend has it that they can heal.

They had. Her breath choked out. The tears of a phoenix could cheat death. Only his physical pain hadn’t brought forth those tears. Something . . . else . . . had.

Love?

She tried to push up and look back at Cain, but the straps held her back. She could just make out the fire around him . . .

The firefighters were racing toward him.

And he—

Can he see me?

The ambulance doors slammed shut.

They were taking her from him.

Her heart still beats.

The beats called to him, the faintest whispers. She’d been alive. Watching him. Asking . . .

Come back to me.

Men in heavy masks were in his path. Trying to stop him from reaching her? Nothing could stop him.

No one.

He sent his fire at them. They ran back, screaming.

But the ambulance took her. Its sirens echoed in the night as it raced down the road.

No. Not getting away.

He wasn’t losing her.

The beast was out, and the man within only knew grief and desperation.

Get her. Need her.

He leaped into the air. Moved faster than he’d ever moved in his life. The fire gave him power. The beast gave him speed. When he hit the ground, the road buckled beneath him. He wasn’t behind the ambulance any longer. He was in front of it. The vehicle hurtled toward him, coming with lights flashing.

He lifted his hand.

Destroy.

It was what the beast wanted. The ambulance wasn’t slowing. Attacking me?

The fire flickered around his fingers, but from inside, buried so deep, the man’s thoughts pushed through the rage.

Eve. Inside. Get her.

The ambulance driver braked the vehicle. A squeal of tires. The scent of burning rubber.

The driver stared at Cain in horror. Saw the flames around him. Then the man leaped from the ambulance and ran away.

Cain stalked forward.

Get her.

He reached the back of the ambulance. Yanked open the door. Eve. She was strapped down. A man was shoving a needle into her arm.

No.

A roar filled his ears. A roar that came from within. He reached for that man. Kill. The flames licked on the man’s skin. He screamed. Begged.

“Stop!” Eve’s voice.

The flames flickered.

The human scrambled back.

Cain jumped into the ambulance. Tore away the bonds that held her down and yanked her into his arms.

“Let her go!” A woman’s voice. He didn’t know that voice. Didn’t know that woman.

He only knew Eve.

The other woman was reaching for him. Trying to take Eve back.

He needed Eve. There was too much darkness. He could barely breathe. Barely think.

Need.

“Stay away from us,” Eve said. “Just stay away!”

The words drove into his skull. Pain exploded inside him and—

Eve put her arms around him. Her shirt was ripped open. Cut open? Her warm, soft skin pressed against him. “Just stay away. He isn’t going to hurt me.”

She was alive. Her words—they hadn’t been for him. She wanted to be with him.

He carried her from the ambulance. Carried her down the street. Past the cops and the ambulances.

While most were smart enough to stay the hell back, one man came racing toward them.

“Not now!” Eve yelled at him.

The man—ash-stained clothing, desperate eyes, the stench of wolf on him . . .

He’d shot Eve. The memory whispered through Cain’s mind.

“Keep everyone back,” Eve called out. “His control . . . it’s too weak now. Keep them back.”

Cain wanted that man to come closer. Come taste the fire. “That one will burn,” he promised, voice a rasp. “So slowly.”

Eve’s arms tightened around him. “No. You aren’t hurting him. You aren’t hurting anyone.”

He would. He’d make that bastard scream in agony and—

Eve caught the back of his head. Forced his lips down to hers. She kissed him.

He could taste the tears on her lips.

Tears? Eve was crying?

I almost lost her.

He remembered the taste of salt on her skin. Remembered being broken. Ready for hell.

Then . . .

I heard her heartbeat.

She’d come back, so he’d fought hell to get to her.

His mouth opened on hers. Desperate. So hungry. He kissed her. Again and again. Deep. Hard. Consuming.

The roar in his ears—that was the pounding of his blood. The beast fighting the man. But Eve was in his arms. Eve was kissing him. Eve was alive.