I could say almost anything while she wasn’t looking. “I overheard Nic talking to some of his guys the other day…”
She lifted her head, her face now streaked with grime, and raised an eyebrow. “You overheard?”
My face heated. “Yeah. He was on the phone in the other room…”
She’d disappeared back into the box and started taking out books that looked like they needed delicate handling and just allowing them to thump to the floor. “You were waiting outside a room while he was on the phone?”
“Yeah.” I’d been eavesdropping—Aimée and I both knew it—but I just needed to style it out. “And it sounded like the war with New Orleans, against Francois, is escalating. Do you know anything about what’s going on?”
She paused again, long enough to cast me a skeptical glance, her eyebrow raised. “Don’t you think that might be a question for Nicky?”
I huffed out a sigh. “He won’t tell me anything. Just keeps saying to stay out of it and let him handle it. But…”
“But what?” Her tone was muffled now. “You think your weak human bones will somehow be strong enough in a fight against a vampire? Or that you can resist compulsion? Or that Nicky would ever forgive himself if you got hurt or worse?”
Every one of her words made sense, but they still chafed. I wasn’t used to backing down from a fight and I certainly wasn’t used to sitting one out completely. Especially not one like this. One that could be my…
“I think I caused this, though,” I blurted. “I think it might be my fault.”
Aimée chuckled. “Aw, honey, Nicky and Francois are always looking for a reason to go to war. Sometimes, I think they built their reasons for even being alive into an age-old fight for dominance in the region… And with Francois succumbing to madness and his father in stasis for at least another…” She checked her watch. “Hell, at least another fifty years—with no real guarantee he’ll emerge at all—what better time for Nicky to make his play? He can be vengeful and purposeful all at once.”
I opened my mouth to reply, because surely there was some role I could take, make things easier for Nic, but Aimée squealed excitedly. “Pay dirt. I knew this old thing still existed somewhere.”
She used two hands to haul a huge book out of the box.
I looked at it for a moment—old and grimy and bound in flaking leather. The pages were choppy and different sizes, and something was embossed on the cover. “What is it?”
Aimée hugged it to herself, a huge grin on her face. “Nicky’s Book of Gray. He needs it now more than ever. A war, a true mate… It’s all going on. I bet he’s forgotten this thing even exists. It’s been so long since any of my family has needed to check the old lore.” She glanced at her watch again. “He should be home soon. Let’s go back downstairs and wait for him.”
I nodded and stood, my excitement level already rising at the thought of seeing Nic. My stomach grumbled, too, and Aimée laughed. “I’m sure Chef will be very happy to hear that sound.”
I flipped off lights as we left the attic and shut the door to the stairs behind us, but Aimée stopped suddenly in the upstairs hallway, her nose tilting up.
“Vampire blood,” she growled. “Something’s wrong. You need to wait in your bedroom while I check things out.”
She almost pushed me through the door as I rolled my eyes. But I’d listened to her earlier words about my fragile human bones, and part of me agreed.
“Lock it,” she murmured, and I turned the key, suddenly all alone in the quiet of my room.
No noise seeped here from the rest of the house, and I had nothing to do but wait. I didn’t wait with good grace, though. I tapped my foot and paced a little, then finally leaned against the wall right by the doorframe, my arms folded and ankles crossed.
Finally, there was a knock at my door. “It’s me.”
Nic! I twisted the key and ripped the door open, wrapping my arms around him. He winced and drew away.
“What?” I pulled back and looked at him properly. A tear in his shirt exposed part of his side and abs, and I reached out tentatively to get a closer look. Blood was starting to congeal around the wounds but those were definitely…definitely… I lifted my gaze and met his. “Claw marks.”
He nodded briefly, affirmative but not explanatory.
Panic rushed through me, burning like the coldest of icy flames, as I tried to draw him to the bathroom. “Let me clean your wounds. We’ve got a medical kit, right?”
“I’ve got it.” His voice was gruff, and I blinked back tears.
“Please, Nic.”
He met my eyes again and his gaze softened as his brushed a thumb under my eye. “Don’t cry, Leia. I heal quickly. There probably won’t be anything for you to see by the time you find the medical kit.”
I sniffed, feeling ridiculous. Of course he healed quickly. But still… “I can clean your skin. And you shouldn’t be hurt in the first place. Is it because of me? Because of what Francois did?”
His jaw tensed, but his eyes were blank, and he didn’t resist as I stood him in the bathroom and began to unfasten his shirt. When it hung open, I soaked a washcloth in warm water and wrung it out before dabbing gently at Nic’s skin. Soon, the water was a pale shade of pink, but he’d been right. There was little of the original wound left.
I trailed my fingertips over his smooth skin, away from the healing marks, and his muscles contracted.
He hissed a breath and closed his eyes. “Leia.”“Do you need blood to help you heal?” I automatically offered myself to him as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his tattoo then followed the paths of some of the lines with my tongue.“Leia.” He groaned my name and cupped the back of my head, his fingers threading into my hair. I kissed his chest gently before sucking experimentally at his nipple, probing the tiny nub with my tongue, and he hissed again. “We’ll never make it down to dinner with Aimée and Tomas, if you keep teasing me.”I glanced up at him. “Do you think they’d mind?”He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure Aimée takes very little pleasure in nursing a goblet of warmed blood while we watch you eat. She’ll take even less in nursing that goblet and simply looking at your empty place.” He dropped a kiss into my hair. “Raincheck on the teasing and the blood?”I nodded. “I guess.”He strode to the closet and shrugged out of his jacket and shirt as I tried to ignore his obvious aro
“But I said thank you.”Nic grumbled but didn’t chastise him further.“I came to see how you are, to see how you left things…” Sebastian glanced at Aimée and Tomas and me. “Earlier.” Then he looked at Aimée again and inclined his head. “Sister.”It was a very polite, neutral greeting and I filed it away as one of the things to explore about this mysterious family one day. None of them seemed to truly get along, but then how could I expect them to if they’d all been plucked from their human lives and just lumped together?I shuddered at fresh thoughts of becoming a vampire. So far, nothing I’d seen presented it as a good lifestyle. They couldn’t enjoy Chef’s food, for a start.“I found Nicky’s Book of Gray,” Aimée said conversationally as she watched Sebastian.Nic rolled his eyes. “Aimée,” he started.“No, no, I think that’s a really good idea. Well done, Aimée.” As Sebastian praised his sister, she preened a little, and I held back a chuckle. Their family dynamics really were insane.
I never actually wanted to be alone again.So I needed to turn her.But how could I talk to her about that? She’d allowed my claim, but we’d never discussed her being anything other than human. I didn’t know what she wanted. I wanted her with me forever, but I couldn’t force that on her.I looked away. At first, I’d thought I just wanted power. The power a virgin could bring me, then the extended power of a true mate by my side.But by the time I’d claimed her, it had been about more than power. And a true mate turning, according to the Book of Gray, was about love. It was the biggest gift I could give. It was immortal life.Of course, it was also a selfish vampire gift—a lover and true mate, by my side, for eternity. But it was a commitment. A choice. A wedding. The most insane version of marriage ever—where as long as we both should live took on a whole different meaning.It would mean giving all of myself and accepting all of Leia, too.Which I wanted with a yearning that surprised
“Nic.” Kyle stepped inside, a box in his hands, and his face immediately paled. “Uh, shit.”He covered his mouth and nose with one hand and moved his head to beckon me over before backing out the door.“What’s up, Kyle?” I glanced at Leia before I joined him in the corridor and closed the door.His cheeks reddened, something I’d never seen from Kyle, who was one-hundred percent pure soldier, cold mercenary, and always completely unflappable. “I just… I, uh… I didn’t expect her scent to be so…” He squared his shoulders and looked at me, his eyes the usual harsh clarity I’d come to expect. “I’ll be prepared next time.”“What?” My hand itched as my fingers formed a fist. My mate’s scent had affected him? “She’s claimed,” I ground out.“But not turned,” he replied, his voice even.I sighed. For fuck’s sake. Another person to make me feel guilty—like I didn’t feel guilty enough already. And how the hell did every other fucker know this very important detail?“Is that a problem?” I kept my
“Witch?” Leia struggled against Kyle, and a growl rumbled through me at the sight of his hands on her as he tried to remove her from the room.“Release her,” I snapped.Immediately, Kyle raised his hands and backed away from my mate.She whirled toward me and crossed the room before I could stop her. “Oh, Lettie.” A tear ran down her cheek even as she looked into the box. Then she raised her pale face to me, her eyes dark. “Who would do this?”I shook my head. “Perhaps Francois suspected…”“I should check on Temple.” Kyle hurried from the room.“She died because of me?” Leia kept looking at Lettie’s head in the box and I gently closed the flaps back up before handing it to Jason.I shook my head. “No, Lettie didn’t die because of you. She died because of what Francois did, because he took you, because of the decisions she made, maybe. But make no mistake, Lettie died because of Francois.” Even if he hadn’t been the bastard to rip her apart.Although it had definitely looked like the w
She nodded and cleared her throat as she patted her hair back into place. “Got it.”I broke into a jog as I headed toward the high roller room. Damage control. Shit. Had the main door to the casino been closed soon enough? Locked? I fucking hoped so. I couldn’t allow anyone out onto the streets with tales of a vampire on the loose in my casino.Okay, so chances were, no one would believe a day-drinking gambler, but there were always people who followed up on shit like this, and the red-topped tabloids that printed the stories. It would always be too big a risk to take.Shit.Valérie had been right. The room where the vampire had attacked his victims was a bloodbath. Red blood spatter stretched from floor to ceiling, and the four dead victims lay brokenly over tables and chairs. A group of survivors huddled in the corner of the room, and I made my way over to them, already talking in my most soothing voice.It was going to be a long fucking day.12LeiaAimée’s eyes widened. “Some fuc
He sighed and scanned the paperwork he was holding, barely sparing us a glance. “What?”Sebastian looked at us briefly too, before looking fixedly at a device in his hand. He didn’t meet my gaze. Kyle hadn’t even acknowledged our presence, even though he stood like a shadow in the corner.“Oh, good, you’re all here.” Aimée almost yawned as she spoke. Then she examined her nails.“That doesn’t tell me why you are here.” Nic’s tone spoke to how busy he was, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he rested his gaze on Aimée, but his gaze softened a little when he transferred it to me. It gentled and his mouth curved in a smile meant just for me.My stomach fluttered in response, and his nostrils flared.“Why have you brought Leia in here, Aimée?”“Why not?” she asked, but her tone was far too innocent, and I shifted uneasily.“Because she’s a distraction.” Sebastian didn’t even lift his head as he spoke, and Nic rumbled a noise in his chest that sounded a lot like a warning. “I’m sorry.” Seba
She laughed, and I joined in, but unease slithered over me, cooling my skin.I glanced at the entrance to the casino as we passed it, and Aimée drew open the door of the nightclub. Everything inside was sleek and modern, with black and steel and neon pulsing lights highlighting the location of the bar and dark booths.Aimée had been right—the bass thumped right through the floor and into my feet, and I wanted to dance from the moment we walked in. My body swayed a little, and Aimée glanced at me approvingly.“Drink first?” She tilted her head toward the bar, and I nodded as I took in all the people filling the space.The nightclub practically vibrated with their energy, which made a lot of sense of the name. The bar was packed, too, but Aimée worked her way to the front of the crowd, never letting go of my hand as she made the move to be next in line look almost effortless. She greeted the bartender by name, and he nodded at her. Then he glanced at me, and his nostrils flared slightly