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  A Vampire’s Salvation

  Alexis Morgan

  Life imprisonment has a whole new meaning when you live for centuries…

  It’s been fifteen long years since vampire Cord Kilpatrick was sent to prison for his business partner’s disappearance. Chancellor Olivia McCabe is the only investigator who doesn’t think he’s guilty…and she’s the one woman he can’t stop thinking about. When Olivia gets the chance to prove his innocence and has him released into her personal custody, Cord is tempted by the beautiful vampiress more than ever. Can he hope to find salvation from his past and the passion he’s longed for in Olivia’s arms?

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  The sun had disappeared beyond the horizon more than three hours ago, yet the night air still hung heavy and damp with the day’s heat. Cord ignored it just as he ignored everything except the rhythm of the work. As part of the prison’s night crew, he’d been at it since sunset and had at least another six hours left to go.

  Swinging the pickax up and over, his shoulders ached with the effort despite fifteen years of practice. On the downward slide, his vampire strength drove the steel blade deep into the asphalt, sending a jolt straight up the handle that jarred every joint in his arms and back.

  Raising it up; slamming it down. Again and again, each swing of the ax marking another minute of Cord’s life lost forever, wasted in this hell. The clank of his chains played in counterpoint to the sound of steel biting into stone.

  “Break!”

  The overseer barked the order a second time although there was no need. To a man, the entire crew had all stopped working as soon as the guard had checked his watch and opened his mouth.

  Cord hobbled over to join the break line. Each man was allowed two ladles of water. He drank the first one, poured half the second one over his head, and then gulped down the rest. The water helped cool him down and restore his energy, but only a little. What he really needed was blood, preferably straight from a pulsing vein.

  He closed his eyes and tried to remember the spicy taste of fresh blood, rich and coppery and full of life as it poured straight from his lover’s neck. It had been fifteen long years since he’d last had that particular pleasure, way back before his business partner Dwayne had gone missing, and Cord had gone to prison for his murder. Now he lived on outdated blood and old memories.

  Cord slammed the door shut on that line of thought. To look back at the past made no more sense than looking beyond the next half hour. As a vampire with no future, nothing mattered other than losing himself in the monotony of the work assigned him. Life imprisonment had a whole different meaning when a man’s existence could be measured in centuries.

  “Break’s over!”

  Cord shuffled back to his place in line, automatically adjusting his gait to the length of chain that connected his ankles, always a few links short of a comfortable step. He retrieved his pickax and went back to work. Up and over and down, the clang of steel against stone. But before he could reestablish his rhythm, the closest guard stepped into Cord’s line of vision and waved to catch his attention.

  Cord stopped midmotion and lowered his tool to the ground. “Yes, boss?”

  “Kilpatrick, you’re wanted!” the guard yelled, jerking his head in the direction of where the jumbo prison transport was parked. “Report to the crew boss.”

  Cord nodded, doing his best to hide his shock. In all the years he’d been loaned out for road work, he could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times one of the convicts had been allowed off the line except during breaks. Two of those times it had been because the convict in question had dropped dead while working. Twice prisoners had to be subdued by the guards when they lost control and tried to escape.

  But it was the fifth occasion that still sent a shiver of cold fear straight up Cord’s spine. The convict involved had been serving time for murder, found guilty even though the body had never been found. Under Coalition law, murder carried a mandatory death penalty. In cases where the corpse wasn’t found, the execution was placed on hold only until such time as the body was eventually recovered.

  Throughout the years, that night had played out over and over in Cord’s mind like a 3-D horror movie. It started with the convict being called away from the line. He’d innocently approached the transport where the crew boss was waiting. At the last minute one of the Coalition’s top executioners stepped into sight. As soon as the convict spotted the chancellor standing there, he’d frozen in place for a heartbeat before he broke and ran.

  The chancellor caught up with him in seconds. At least the guy had made the execution quick and merciful. The worst part was how everyone had just gone on with their assigned duties as if death had meant nothing to any of them.

  Maybe it didn’t, but for Cord it was the stuff of nightmares, especially since he’d been tried and convicted on even less evidence. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was feeling as he walked toward the transport, but he was very much afraid that it was relief. One way or another, his time in hell was about to end. Cord approached the crew boss, doing his best to look respectful and only mildly concerned about what was going on.

  Sure enough, just as he reached the transport, the side door opened and a chancellor stepped out. Not just any chancellor, either, but Olivia McCabe, second only to Ambrose O’Brien, the top dog himself. What had happened to bring the biggest, baddest female chancellor in two generations all the way out here? A curiosity to be sure, and certainly not reassuring. Of course, if Cord were about to die, it was nice of the Coalition to send their very best to carry out his sentence. He supposed he should be honored.

  He wasn’t. To make matters worse, the mere sight of Olivia McCabe left him frozen in place, speechless and horny as hell. Thanks to her silver-blond hair, flashing pale green eyes and incredible body, she always had that effect on him.

  Olivia walked toward Cord, her expression unreadable. When she got within arm’s length, she stuck her hand out. Cord just stared at it, not knowing what to make of the friendly overture. After a second, Olivia let it drop back down to her side.

  “Cord.”

  “Ms. McCabe, I wasn’t aware that you were due for another visit. I’m sure there was no mention of it on my appointment calendar.”

  The chancellor smiled, her amusement genuine. “Gosh, Cord, I’d hate to think you weren’t glad to see me.”

  “Any reason I should be?”

  If Cord sounded bitter, they both knew he had reason to be. If the chancellor was there to end Cord’s existence, he planned on meeting his end with dignity.

  Olivia looked past him for several long seconds, focusing instead on the mixed bag of prisoners breaking up the asphalt behind them. What was she thinking? Pity for the poor bastards slaving away night after night? Satisfaction that justice had been served? Cord didn’t know and frankly didn’t care.

  “Look, I don’t mean to be unsociable, Ms. McCabe.” He waved his hand in the direction of the work party. “But as you can see, I have pressing plans for this evening. Is this a social call or did you have a real reason for stopping by? I’m fairly certain this place isn’t exactly on your way home.”

  Olivia’s brows snapped down, her fangs flashing. “You used to be a better host, Cord, and since when does your voice sound like a pissed off bulldog?”

  Cord’s own canines dropped down in a defiant show of aggression. “My vocal cords were severed in a knife fight two months ago. They didn’t heal right on the outdated blood they feed me, not that it’s any of your business.”
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br />   Cord was in no mood to play games. He forced himself to ask the hard question, his voice a harsh rasp. “Let’s cut to the chase, Chancellor McCabe. Did you finally find Dwayne Delaney’s body?”

  Olivia’s expression softened just a bit as she nodded. “We did indeed.”

  Cord straightened his shoulders. He had little left to call his own except for his pride. No matter what, he’d show no sign of weakness. “Then I guess you’re here to end this party for me.”

  The chancellor nodded. “I am, but not in the way you think, Cord. Delaney’s body was found two days ago. But here’s the kicker—the coroner’s preliminary report says he’d been in that shallow grave for no more than ten to fourteen days. The doc will be able to pinpoint the time of death more accurately when the tests are all finished, but that could take another week or more.”

  The chancellor’s smile was more genuine now. “However, all things considered, I suspect you have an irrefutable alibi for that particular time frame.”

  Chapter 2

  Cord’s knees melted away as the import of Olivia’s announcement finally sank in. When he felt them start to give, he lurched over to lean against her transport, holding himself upright by the ragged edges of his self-control. Olivia opened the door and motioned him into the front seat. Inside, Cord laid his head back and closed his eyes, waiting for the world to quit spinning backward. Finally, he looked up at the chancellor who now held Cord’s fate in her hands.

  For the first time, he allowed himself to use his private nickname for her. “I’m sorry, Livi, but you’re going to have to spell it out for me. What exactly does all of this mean?”

  She squatted down so they were eye to eye. “It means that I drove all the way out here to pick you up and bring you home myself to make sure there weren’t any glitches. I went to the judge who ruled on your case and had him order you remanded over to my personal custody before all the paperwork could be processed. That’s not exactly normal procedure, but I convinced him I needed your help with this investigation.”

  Before Cord could ask another question, the chancellor’s expression turned grim.

  “By the way, when I contacted the warden about all of this, I got the distinct impression that you’re not his favorite inmate. That jerk wanted to keep you locked up until we catch the actual killer or at least until the coroner’s report officially clears your name.”

  Her fangs were showing again. “I had to remind the bastard what the penalty was for unlawful imprisonment. After I pointed out that I could always order a complete review of all his records, he told me where I could pick you up. I’ll be keeping an eye on him, though. I don’t trust the little weasel not to trump up some bogus charge against you just for grins. As soon as you’re officially in the clear, I will be launching that review.”

  She rose to her feet, her smile definitely looking deadly. “In fact, I’ve already frozen his files so he can’t spend the next few days cleaning house. I’ll teach him to mess with me or my clients.”

  Cord hated to feel grateful to anyone, especially someone who’d been part of the legal machine that had sent him to prison in the first place. But for her, he’d make an exception.

  “Thanks, Livi. I owe you one.”

  “Like heck you do. We both know that if we’d all done our jobs right fifteen years ago, you wouldn’t have ended up here at all.”

  He met her gaze head-on. “But you’re here now, Livi. That counts for something.”

  The chancellor looked uncomfortable with Cord’s gratitude; or maybe it was his pet name for her. “Let me get one of the guards to remove those shackles, and then we’re out of here.”

  The ride back to New Eire took more than five hours, most of them spent in silence while Cord tried to come to terms with the abrupt change in his circumstances. Along the way, he devoured the cooler of fresh blood packs that Olivia had brought for him. Gods above, when was the last time he’d been able to drink his fill? Already he could feel his former strength returning.

  As they left the guards and prisoners behind, Olivia had offered to swing by the prison to pick up any personal items Cord might want to retrieve, but he’d told her not to bother. He didn’t want souvenirs from the total disaster his life had become. His ruined voice and the permanent scars on his wrists and ankles from the shackles would be enough of a reminder.

  A couple of questions needed to be asked. “Does my family know? How about Francine?”

  “Not yet. Ambrose thought we should keep this quiet for the time being.”

  That was all right with him. He didn’t want to think about why the woman he was engaged to let him rot in prison for fifteen years without a single word, not even a notice that their engagement was officially over. Yeah, there was a thought guaranteed to warm a man’s heart. The funny thing was that after fifteen long years, he could barely remember what Francine looked like.

  Had he ever really loved her? He’d like to think he had. Maybe. After all this time, who the hell knew or even cared?

  As they pulled up in front of an elegant brick home, he looked over at his escort. “Impressive. Definitely a step up from where I’ve been living.”

  Olivia shut off the engine. “It’s Ambrose O’Brien’s place. He wanted to talk to you, so we’re staying here for the day.”

  Cord hadn’t seen his old friend since the trial and wasn’t sure he wanted to now. Looked like he had little choice in the matter, though, since the man himself was headed straight for them.

  Cord rolled down his window. “That’s quite a place you’ve got there, Ambrose. What did you do? Rob a bank?”

  Was the big, tough chancellor actually blushing? “The place belongs to my wife’s clan.”

  Okay, that was news. “I hadn’t heard you’d gotten married. I guess congratulations are in order.”

  The chancellor smiled. “Thanks. Her name is Miranda Connor—well, Miranda O’Brien now.”

  Cord recognized the name. Her family’s estate was in the same district as where his family lived. “Will she mind you dragging your work home with you?”

  “It was her suggestion, actually, and she sends her apologies for not being here to meet you. She still has to spend a lot of time on family business, so she’s back at the estate conferring with her mother.”

  Or maybe Ambrose was protecting her from a potentially violent vampire who’d just spent fifteen years in prison. If so, Cord really couldn’t blame him.

  Olivia walked around to open the passenger door of the transport for Cord since he hadn’t yet managed to do that for himself. After living fifteen years in lockdown, it was going to take some time to get used to being able to open a door and walk through it anytime he wanted to.

  He followed Ambrose up the steps to the porch. Before they went in, Ambrose turned back to face him. “I assume Olivia told you that we’ll be needing your help in the investigation.”

  Suddenly all that blood Cord had chugged down wasn’t settling all that well. “What are you not telling me?”

  Ambrose frowned at his associate. “I thought you were going to explain everything on the way here.”

  “I thought it best to wait until Cord had a chance to get some rest.”

  Although she was talking to Ambrose, Cord was painfully aware of the fact she’d kept those intensely intelligent eyes pinned on him. He didn’t need this, didn’t need her pity, but apparently he was going to be stuck with Livi for the duration of the investigation.

  “I don’t mean to be rude.” Although that was a lie. “Can we take this circus inside?”

  She nodded and led the parade. “We’ll only be here until we can leave for your place at sundown.”

  His place? He no longer had a place to call his own. His family had filed the papers to disown him about five minutes after the chancellors had hauled his unsuspecting ass off to jail. He hadn’t heard from any of them since, which was just fine with him.

  So what was his personal chancellor up to? Right now he was too tired to
ask. Ignoring Livi, he spoke to Ambrose. “Look, I’m really tired. Could you point me to someplace I can crash for the day?”

  “Sure thing. It’s been an eventful night for all of us. Give me a minute to lock up.”

  But once again Livi stuck her pretty nose into Cord’s business. “I can show you, Cord. I’m going to turn in, too, and your room is right next to mine. We need to get an early start because the drive out to your cabin will take most of the night.”

  He started up the stairs first, thinking about what she’d said. Last time he checked, he didn’t own a damn thing, much less a cabin. He didn’t want to rise to the bait, but he had to know. He looked back over his shoulder at her as they walked up the stairs.

  “Okay, I’ll bite. What cabin?”

  “The one your grandmother left you in her will.”

  His grandmother had died? When? She had been his sole supporter out of all of his extended family. And of course, none of the rest of the family would’ve thought to tell him of her passing. A dizzying wave of absolute fury mixed with grief washed over him.

  Everything that had happened in the past few hours all hit him at once, short-circuiting his brain and sending him pitching headfirst back down the steps. He made a grab for the railing but missed. His last thought as he tumbled backward was, “This is going to hurt like a bitch.”

  Chapter 3

  “Cord!”

  Livi caught him just before he took a header off the staircase. It was a struggle to stop his fall and keep her own balance. But thanks to her superior chancellor reflexes and strength, she managed to hold on to Cord’s limp body and the railing long enough for Ambrose to give her a hand.

  They each took one of Cord’s arms and dragged him the remaining distance to the second floor. Luckily, his room was close by. They heaved him up onto the bed and then stepped back to catch their breath.

  Ambrose gave her a narrow-eyed look. “He’d been holding up pretty well, all things considered. What did you say to him that sent him over the edge?”