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 arousal, directing my attention back to his overall appearance. The usual black clothing hid most of the blood but the shirt was ruined. “I’m really okay.”
His movements were quick and efficient as he reached for a clean shirt then put it on and buttoned it up.
I nibbled my lip briefly as I watched him, anxiety jangling my nerves and buzzing in my head. “But was it my fault? Were you hurt because of me?”
He looked at me. “I was hurt because of me. I wasn’t quick enough.”
I sighed. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Not you.” He walked past and dropped another kiss into my hair. “Now let’s go down to dinner or Chef will be complaining we let his food go cold.”
Aimée glanced up as we entered the informal dining room. “We’d started to wonder if you weren’t coming.”
I had no idea how she and Tomas communicated—I rarely heard them speak to each other, and Tomas rarely smiled. He was like a heavy-browed, dark-haired bear. But he clearly doted on Aimée, always listening attentively to the things she said, or reaching for her hand to hold.
He smiled occasionally and briefly, but rarely took part in our conversations unless someone asked him a question. But it didn’t matter. He and Aimée were a perfect complementary pair. She was light, and bright, and reminded me of a butterfly, and he seemed solid and strong and dependable. From the look of him, he’d be able to crush her one-handed, with no real thought or effort, but she clung to his hand often, like she was used to using that strength as her shield.
I relaxed as I watched Nic take a bite of his food. He glanced up and met my gaze, eyes sparkling. He always ate a little so I wasn’t alone. Tomas, too. Aimée rarely because she was still young enough that food made her sick.
“What do you think of Chef’s efforts tonight?” Nic asked.
“Amazing as always. Chef’s food is always amazing.”
Nic chuckled. “But I hear he makes a special effort on date night.”
Date night. It sounded so settled down and suburban, like a serious, grown-up life. But when had that happened? I’d arrived at this house on a month-long contract to accompany Nic to social events. And I’d been so clear on my terms.
Only, I’d definitely slept with him. So that term was broken, and maybe I’d killed someone, if this war was actually my fault… and the month was nearly up, but what did that mean to me? Nic had always said he’d release me free and clear of obligation at the end of the month, but I was no longer sure what I wanted.
The longer I spent with Nic, the more I fell for him and became enmeshed in his life and his world, and things were complicated now. Complicated in ways I never could have imagined when I’d looked at the man with his contract spread over the bourbon-sticky table in my rundown home.
“What are you thinking? You look so serious this evening.”
I looked up at Nic’s gentle voice but shook my head. “Oh, nothing important. A little tired, I guess.”
I returned my attention to my plate, skewering a piece of beef and popping it into my mouth.
Nic narrowed his eyes briefly but nodded. I knew that look. We’d talk later, but whatever. We already had a raincheck of a different kind, and I was pretty sure that was more important.
“Oh! Nicky? I found your Book of Gray.” Aimée took a sip from her overly fancy goblet, but all of the vampires used them around me like they could somehow maintain the illusion of being anything less than blood drinkers. “I’ve left it in the den.”
“Oh?” Nic arched one eyebrow and waited for his sister to continue.
Puzzlement flashed briefly over her features. “I thought it would be useful right now. With…” She nodded toward me like she didn’t think I’d notice. “With, you know, a huma—”
Nic raised a hand, suddenly all business as he cut his sister off. “Thank you, Aimée. Thanks. I’ll take a look.”
Baldwin appeared at the door just then and looked at Nic. “Sebastian Dupont, sir,” he announced formally before Sebastian entered the room.
“Thank you,” Nic said. “Oh, and Baldwin, could you take the Book of Gray to my room in the west wing? I believe Aimée left it in the den.”
I frowned. The west wing? The one area I was still technically not allowed to go? It was an unspoken rule now and largely unenforced, more of an honor system, but that was very much Nic’s space, and I didn’t disturb it, even though the doors were no longer closed and locked.
He knew that, so his delivery of the book to his room there was definitely significant. It was as good as hiding it from me.
Sebastian swiped a French fry from my plate as he passed. “Thank you, Leia.”
“Manners, brother.” Nic sounded long-suffering, and Sebastian grinned.
“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
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