He gestured at the small spread of food. “Eat, ma petite. And bon appétit.”
I expected to croissant to be hard and stale—as badly preserved as the rest of Francois’s home, but the pastry flaked pleasingly under my fingertips. Despite myself, my stomach grumbled and my mouth watered.
Francois smiled. “You haven’t been eating enough.” He pitched his voice low, concern in his eyes as his brows drew together. “I hoped the answer was company. So—” He clapped his hands. “We eat together. Bon!”
He punctuated his sentence with a wide, benevolent smile, and it changed his face, ushering away the scary monster I absolutely knew him to be. He reached for a pastry of his own, his hand brushing against mine, and he stilled, his eyes fluttering closed. I jerked away and he set his croissant on his plate.
“I don’t usually partake.” He made it sound like a confession. “My sustenance doesn’t come from food… Father doesn’t approve.” Then he seemed to shake himself or press the rest button. “But you, you ma petite, you will change everything.”
I paused my chewing, the croissant like ash in my mouth at his words. I didn’t want to ask what he meant. I probably already knew. But I simply couldn’t help it. “How do you mean? Don’t you have guests very often?”
It was like the most dangerous of games, pretending to be something I wasn’t, layering innocent questions into complex mazes designed to lead to a destination I didn’t know the location of, and all while fear almost paralyzed me.
My smile was fake and still, my eyes possibly a little too bright as I focused on blinking tears away.
He reached for my hand, his hold gentle but possessive. “But you are more than a guest. You are my savior, my bride. You will return my royal house to its full potential.” His eyes shone with something suspiciously like pride, and as he spoke, his fangs descended.
I pressed back against my chair, sucking in a quick breath.
“Don’t be afraid,” he crooned, his thumb smoothing small circles on the back of my hand. “I long for you. It’s only natural that you should see how much.”
I shoved another bite of croissant in my mouth and nodded, ignoring the prickling of my eyes. An ice-cold wave of horror washed through me, leaving me numb and weighting my limbs.
“Soon, ma petite, soon you will know pleasure like you’ve never experienced. I will take you to my bed and worship you, and you will want for nothing more.”
His dark promise filled me with dread, and I looked at my hands so he didn’t see my revulsion. He was clearly unhinged if he thought abduction was the start of a meaningful relationship.
But had Nicolas really been any better? Okay, so he hadn’t abducted me—but I’d signed his contract under duress, and his end game was the same as Francois’s.
Me.
In his bed.
At the thought of Nicolas’s bed, my pulse spiked, and Francois laughed.
“Ah, you feel it too.” He raised my hand to his mouth, his lips lingering on my skin as he drew another inhale. “I will give you everything you so clearly want. I’d stay with you longer but I must go to my restaurant and talk to my staff, prepare them for your future role at my side.”
My chest tightened and I couldn’t draw a breath or speak, but he took my silence for compliance as he smiled again and offered me a small bow.
“I’ll see you very soon, I promise,” he said. “À très bientôt.” Then he swept his arm wide, encompassing the room in a grand gesture. “Bonne journée, ma petite.”
With another smile, he left the room, but the lock still clicked into place behind him, and I pressed my hand to my mouth to stifle a sob.
He’s wished me a good day, but how could I have that as his prisoner, knowing what he intended? Weariness claimed me, and I curled back up on the bed and drew the heavy, musty comforter over me.
“Get up.” The quiet, rough voice was accompanied by motion as someone shook me awake. “Get up. You’ll wake the master’s temper if you’re late.”
For the second time in my day, I scrambled from the bed and stood dirty and crumpled in front of the person who’d entered my locked room. And this person wasn’t Francois.
Perhaps she could help me.
I clutched to the sudden hope that she could help me escape.
“Come with me.” She grasped my wrist, her firm hold crunching my bones.
“Ow!” I yanked away and her face paled, her deep-brown eyes widening as she glanced around.
“Shh!” she hissed. “We’ll both be in trouble.”
“Not as much as you will be if you bruise me.” I didn’t know that for sure, but I was confident enough to speak the words. If she wasn’t going to help me escape, she should at least fear hurting me.
Her grip loosened. “You’re to come for a shower and a change of clothes.”
Relief at the idea of being clean mingled with fear. “Where’s Francois?” I didn’t want him anywhere near me while I was naked.
“The master, Prince Francois has sent word that he will join you later.”
I relaxed a little. Perhaps I could spare two or three minutes to shower in the knowledge he wasn’t nearby. The woman—one of Francois’s staff members, probably, but I hadn’t met any of them before—led me down a corridor where more wall sconces glowed with weak light and heavy tapestries hung on the wall. They were all gray with dust.
“The master has requested you make use of his bathroom.” The woman threw a door open and gestured me into a masculine bedroom. The wood was so dark it was almost black, and gray sheets were stretched across the bed. As if it was habit, the woman with me straightened them, although the bed was already perfectly made.
I glanced around Francois’s bedroom. The place he wanted to bring me. The dread festering in the pit of my stomach tasted bitter.But this room was clean and dust free, with touches of modernity that were incongruous with the rest of the house, and also incongruous to how Francois presented with his hairstyle and the clothes he favored.The maid threw open another door. “This is the bathroom. Once you’re finished in the shower, I’ll bring the dress the master has selected.”Another wave of longing for Nicolas passed through me. I missed him. But once I escaped here, I didn’t intend to see him or Francois ever again—no matter how much I yearned to be in Nicolas’s arms, kissing him, fucking grinding against him as he roamed his hands over my body.“Go in.” The maid waved her hands forward and I entered the bathroom, where I expected to find the same clunky plumbing as in my bathroom at home, but my mouth dropped open at the modern luxury.The shower was an altar to cleanliness, with a b
I stopped, my heartbeat nearly in my throat as my dress seemed to cinch tighter around me.Francois emerged from the mystery room, closing the doors tight behind him. He wore a suit, less flamboyant than his usual style, and something more modern suited him, the clean lines revealing his broad shoulders and hugging his trim body. His tousled hair shone under the low lights, and when he grinned, he looked every inch the handsome date.“Ma petite.” He held out an arm, his hand open for me to take. “You look ravishing in that dress, just like I knew you would.”The maid gave me a small push in Francois’s direction, and his eyes flashed as he looked at her.“Leave us,” he commanded. His eyes blazed red, and his fangs descended as he looked at the maid. “No one touches my bride in that way.”She gasped quietly and bobbed a quick curtsey. “Yes, your highness.” Then she fled from the room like Francois had just released the hounds of Hell to chase her.After she’d gone, he approached me, his
Kyle chuckled. “Nah. My contact.” He drew his phone from his pocket. “I should tell him we’ve arrived. Get this party started.”I crossed my arms and ankles and leaned against the wall while Kyle had a brief, quiet conversation, the street sounds of New Orleans filtering in behind me, the breeze bringing the bitter tang of coffee and the cloying odor of swamp. I’d never really enjoyed New Orleans. It had always been enemy territory, but diplomatic visits had always been necessary—and Father had usually relied on me for those.But since Leia had been attacked here, I didn’t just dislike it. I hated the entire city with a loathing that burned through my veins. Final death would be too good for Francois Ricard.I hadn’t figured out what to do with him yet. But maybe New Orleans was ripe for takeover.“Nic?”I glanced at Kyle. “Yeah?”He shook his head slightly and his eyes narrowed. “I said Temple’s on his way.”I nodded. “Good.” I returned to my thoughts then glanced at Kyle again. “But
We waited in silence for the next twenty minutes before Sebastian pushed himself away from the door. “Someone’s coming. Get Nic out of view.”He waited until I was standing around the corner then threw the door open, reached out, and dragged an elderly woman inside before slamming the door behind her again.“Temple?” The witch looked around, obviously familiar with the New Orleans vampire. “You didn’t mention your friends would have no manners.”Temple opened his eyes but didn’t make any sort of move to straighten his position. “Relax, Lettie. Let me introduce you to the King of Baton Rouge.” He pointed at me. “The rest of these guys are his entourage. Not my friends.”“My guards and my brother,” I ground out. “I don’t have an entourage.”The woman in front of me, her hair a frizzy gray mess, lifted her chin. “Word is you don’t have a virgin anymore, either.”I bent down, pushing my face into hers. “And what do you know about it, witch?”She held her ground. “I know I did a lot more t
We made our way to the Ricard Mausoleum on foot. I wanted to race, utilizing my super speed, but the witch couldn’t have kept up, and she wouldn’t be carried. Instead, she insisted on leading.“Where are we going?” I fell into step beside her, keeping my voice low as we stuck to lesser-known streets.“Out beyond Holy Cross, to one of the oldest cemeteries. No one will bother us there.”“Good.” I nodded. “But I wish you’d let me carry you, witch, so we could move at speed. We’re not exactly unobtrusive here in New Orleans, even where it’s quiet.”I cast a watchful gaze around.“It’s going to be a long night, but I have my own protection and my own strength. I’ll get you to the cemetery, I’ll open the portal,” she said. “You will have one hour. No more, no less. But that’s all I can hold the portal open for. Temple has told me where the girl is, and I can give you precise directions through the home.”“And how do you know about this portal?” I asked a question I didn’t expect her to ans
I needed the strength. I couldn’t guarantee anyone else would rescue me from this. For years, Harry and Pierre had been the silent threat at my back, their mere presence intimidating anyone who got out of hand in my bar.But maybe vampire politics were different, because Nicolas lurking in my metaphorical shadows hadn’t prevented Francois from bringing me here. It hadn’t scared him.And what if Nicolas wouldn’t come for me?My throat dried.I couldn’t even really say why I wanted my savior to be Nicolas Dupont. My thoughts should have been of the police. Of the law.But no. I yearned to see the man whose liquid diet came in baggies organized by alphabetical type rather than vintage. I wanted to see that same look of conquest on his face that he’d had when he took me from Sebastian.I wanted to be his.I wanted to feel his touch on me again.And I wanted to call him Nic.A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and slid toward my ear as I turned my attention to the ridiculous ceiling l
As I began to slide my hand over the comforter, searching for the blade I’d hidden, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet before pressing me against the wall, the movement so fast it was almost a blur.I whimpered. “Please, Francois. Please, no.”“Please, ma petite,” he groaned in response. “I long for you.”I struggled against him, but the long skirts tangled around my legs, and he grabbed my wrists, jerking my arms over my head as he pressed closer and dropped his head forward, resting his nose at the crook of my neck. His tongue touched my skin, and he groaned.“I need—” His voice was hoarse. “I need to claim you before I go… I want…You’re my bride, my queen.” As he spoke, he rocked against me, and his fangs grazed over my skin.“I’m not willing, Francois.” I pushed against him, arching my back and twisting my head away, my voice emerging thready and desperate. I didn’t entirely know why I had to be willing, but that much seemed important to all of them, so maybe it made a d
I bristled at his low-key criticism but said nothing. I trusted Kyle to lead this mission right.He twisted the doorknob, and the entire thing crumbled under the flick of his wrist and squeeze of his hand. “Oops,” he murmured. “How careless of me.”He pushed the door open, and we followed him into a mudroom of some kind. The room was stone walled with a stone floor, with metal rings secured to both. The scent of fear and death lingered in here, too.“That bastard,” I breathed, and my heart rate picked up until I could only hear my blood rushing through my ears. I’m coming, Leia. I only hoped she was strong enough to hold on.“This way, I think.” Kyle led us forward. “You just let me know if you pick up on her scent.” He paused. “Same instruction to Sebastian, I guess?”My gums ached and I could only nod as my lips stretched tighter over my mouth at my effort to keep my fangs at bay. Sebastian and I definitely still needed to have a chat about things that belonged to me.“We have to mo