When I didn’t move, he sighed, and Nic’s arms tightened around me.
“Leia.” Francois never used my name, and I stiffened as I looked into two clear and focused eyes. “We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is for you to accept all that you are—mon destin—and come with me now, and the hard way is for me to kill this man—” He shook Dad then, and Dad gurgled at Francois’s choking hold. “And then I shall claim you anyway.”
“Please.” I reached toward him. “I’ll do anything.” I glanced up at Nic. “I need to help my dad. I need to do what Francois wants.”
“No.” Nic’s words were a desperate growl. “You’re not his heart, you’re not his destiny. You’re mine. Only mine.”
“But…”
Nic shook his head.
“Non?” Francois cocked his head, his expression empty of anything but curiosity as he studied me. “You reject your sire?” He shook Dad again. “You reject me?” He pointed at Nic. “For him?”
I struggled again, sensing Francois’s grip on lucidity slipping away. “I need to do something, Nic.”
“Oui, Nicolas.” Francois spoke Nic’s name like a taunt, and it only served to drive Nic to hold me closer. “Release ma petite so she may join me. She can save this man.”
He shook Dad once more, but Dad barely groaned.
His life was slipping away, and I was trapped, unable to save him.
“Mais, non!” Francois spoke again, but this time it was quieter, like maybe it was for his own ears. “Maybe her power comes from her sire. Perhaps I can take it directly.”
With one final glance at me, he bared his fangs, and too late, I knew exactly what he was about to do. Cold horror moved across my skin in slow motion, chilling me to my bones, and I screamed even louder than before as he bent over Dad, his fangs piercing Dad’s neck and ripping the front of his throat clean away.
Blood spurted into the air, before raining down and coating Francois in a veil of darkness that glowed red where the moonlight shone on it. The copper scent in the air grew stronger and Nic turned me to him as something warm and wet spattered over me.
“Don’t look,” he murmured. “Don’t look.”
But I’d seen. I’d already seen it all, and the image of Francois holding Dad’s limp, torn body was seared to the backs of my eyelids. I couldn’t even close my eyes to escape it.
I opened my mouth to scream again but nothing happened as my throat tightened, fear and rage taking hold, and I froze again, like when Francois had attacked me, like Sebastian had nearly bitten me. In the face of extreme terror, I froze while everyone else fought my battles. And I hated it.
As I tried to discover my courage, Nic spun me farther still, but instead of pressing me closer, he passed me into more waiting arms.
“I’ve got her.” Aimée’s familiar voice spoke loudly, jarring me.
“Let go of me.” My ability to move came roaring back now I was no longer in Nic’s arms, and I struggled harder. “Let me go. I have to kill that bastard! He has to die.”
I shoved my hair from my face, and my hand came away sticky and wet with congealing blood. I screamed just looking at it. I screamed, and I didn’t stop as Aimée raced me away from the battle, away from harm.
Away from Nic.
I glanced behind me, trying to find him, and the last glimpse I caught was of him lunging toward Francois, looking more feral than I’d ever seen him.
Aimée didn’t stop running until she reached the safe house, and once there, she banged on the door until Ulva, human and naked, let us in.
“She’s back.” Aimée’s words were unnecessary.
I was very clearly back.
“What were you thinking?” Ulva glared at me. “You could have gotten yourself killed.”
I didn’t answer her. I didn’t care for the opinion of a wolf shifter.
Dad was gone. My only family. My last living parent, and with him the last of my connection to Mom.
I was an orphan.
Aimée deposited me on the overstuffed sofa and unceremoniously draped a blanket over my curled-up form. “Stay,” she ordered.
I sat, not bothering to look at anything but not closing my eyes, either. Vague sounds of the battle still reached the house, but it was all so much less important now.
Dad was gone.
Francois had killed him.
Because of me.
It was all my fault. Nic had claimed me—I’d let him claim me, asked him to—but it hadn’t solved anything. Other vampires seemed to want me just as much as before. And that made me dangerous to be around—because what vampires wanted, they did anything to attain.
And vampire methods weren’t pretty. They were bloody and painful and cruel.
I drew away from Aimée. She was one of them. She had their power and their capabilities, and I was human and weak.
Fucking human.
Fucking weak.
All the things Francois wasn’t.
Rage boiled inside me, burning the inside of my chest, reducing my heart to ash. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care about anything but the need for vengeance that gripped me like it had claws.
We remained silent as the noises outside died away to unnatural silence, and my eyes became dry as I continued to look at nothing. Occasionally, Aimée and Ulva exchanged words between themselves, but I didn’t listen.
I didn’t care.
Aimée tried to talk to me twice, but I didn’t reply.
I didn’t care about that either.
I didn’t have time to talk to her. I had other things to think about. Plans to make. And those plans didn’t include being the token human or a vampire’s pet, or even the prize they fought over.
My whole life had been about saving Dad and now I’d killed him.
That was unforgiveable.
But I wasn’t out of options.
I could still avenge him.
21NicI slammed against the door of the safe house covered in blood that wasn’t mine, my body aching, but with a fierce need to hold Leia in my arms. I yearned for her, to comfort her, to know she was truly mine. That she was okay.And if somebody didn’t let me in the door soon, I’d crash my way right through it. I paused as the sound of a bolt being drawn back scraped over metal on the inside, and the door opened.Aimée grabbed my arm. “What the fuck are you doing? If you break the door, Leia’s a sitting duck for any of those vampire fledglings who escaped. It’s not like Francois is going to gather them all up and take them home with him.”I waved a hand, dismissing her concern. “The wolves are feasting on fledgling tonight.”A movement from the shadows at the other end of the room attracted my attention, and the female wolf shifter came into view. She was naked. “Fledglings?”“I’m sure if you hurry, there will be some left.” I didn’t have time for pleasantries or conversation. Not
FrancoisThe moment Nicolas Dupont had brought his newest pet into The Neutral Zone, her scent had permeated every atom of the air.And it had driven me crazy.I could barely stand to see Nicolas in my office, attempting to make his little deal over land that no longer held any interest or value compared to the virgin he’d left sitting in my restaurant downstairs.He’d been teasing me, and he knew it.I knew it.We both fucking knew it.And we both knew I’d want her.But maybe only I knew I’d stop at nothing to get her.She was a virgin, and she was my savior.Nicolas Dupont could take his arrogance elsewhere. No bayou tract of land would ever be more important than my family name, the royal line of the House of Ricard.I was glad Nicolas killed my children for their ill-conceived attack on his virgin on the streets outside. I could both take insult at his actions and I didn’t have to kill them myself. They should have known better than to try to take a virgin on my territory.That h
But New Orleans still ran because of me. We had access to vampire gossip because of me. They all used The Neutral Zone and trusted it was exactly as declared because clearly Francois Ricard was too stupid to ever be anything but obvious.But I heard all and I saw all. I hid my technology behind the distraction of red and black, the veneer of old luxury. No one ever looked further than that to see the drinking rooms below the restaurant or the surveillance rooms on the floors above.I could have everything I wanted, and it would only take one human woman to achieve.In a burst of energy, I slammed my fist on Father’s chest, the crack of bones satisfying this time. He’d be healed by the time he rose, and his punishment wouldn’t matter because I would already have everything I wanted.I left his side and hurried through the portal that would take me home before crossing the damp grass, moving between verdant green leaves on the branches of trees that hung too low to be fashionable and pr
But why had I thought Nicolas might rescue me?Not thought, my brain whispered. Truly hoped. I wanted to mean enough to him that he’d rip apart the entire state of Louisiana to find me.“Why are we leaving?” Perhaps I simply needed to delay Francois and give Nicolas more time.“This is not my home.” He looked at me like the answer was simple. Obvious, even. “This is not the home for you.” His eyes glinted but not with anger—with the hint of madness I’d quickly come to expect from him. “Now come here and turn around for me.”He motioned with his finger that I should spin, and I didn’t have anywhere to go.Nowhere to run. Victor still blocked the door, and I didn’t even know where the fuck I was. I’d have to bide my time and plan.I stood in front of Francois, my back to him, and he moved closer until his chest brushed against me.He leaned forward, nuzzling my hair. “Parfait! You smell divine, ma chèrie.” He dropped his head and his breath skimmed my neck as his lips touched against me
The rest of the furniture was also dark wood, and massive, substantial pieces I wouldn’t be able to move.“Your bathroom is over there.” Francois made a stiff gesture to a door then watched me like he wanted me to open it.When I did, I found a claw-foot tub that I’d never get in, cracked porcelain floor tiles and an antique-looking toilet and sink. The citrus scent overlay continued in here, and when I returned my focus to the bedroom, Francois was standing by an open door on the other side of the room.“This is your closet.” He eyed me speculatively, his gaze clear for once. “I think the clothing should fit. Help yourself to anything you desire, ma petite.”He waved his hand expansively again, the perfect gesture of generosity, but I shuddered as I glanced around, trying to keep my reactions furtive.If I had to get out of this on my own, I needed a plan. So far, the path of least resistance wasn’t yielding results.Floor-to-ceiling drapes were closed on the wall opposite, but presu
But Francois looked around as though we were surrounded by luxury, his gaze bright and alive as he scanned our surroundings. “I’m so glad you’re here, ma petite. You’ll want for nothing. Can you see how grand our life together will be? All that I’m able to offer you?”I nodded, a polite lie sticking in my throat as I pressed the nails of my free hand into my palm. I could do this. I could bide my time and plot and scheme my way to escape.He tugged me closer to his side and bent to press his nose against my hair again. Then he led me to the back of the stairs and drew aside a fraying curtain on noisy wooden curtain rings, revealing a cage door and a rickety old elevator that looked like a prototype model for the actual first elevator.“Come in, ma petite.” He obviously sensed my reluctance. “It’s perfectly safe, I assure you. I will always protect you.”I closed my eyes for the entire descent, although it involved Francois winding us down, and where I expected the movement to be jerky
“Fuck.” The sharp word was like a bullet slicing through my skull. “Fuck.”But there was a desperation in the word I’d never heard. I groaned as I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so heavy. It was too hard to rip them upward, like they’d been nailed down.“Ma petite?”Someone clasped my hand between their palms and raised it to their mouth. Then Francois—and it was Francois—nuzzled his freshly shaven cheek against my knuckles. “Oh, ma petite. I thought he’d killed you.”I fought back a sob. No. Fuck, no. I was still here. At least while I was unconscious, I didn’t have to face any of this. Francois, his time warp house… His madness.He traced his fingertips down my cheek as a tear slid free from under my lashes. Then he made soft shushing noises. “Don’t cry, ma petite. He won’t harm you again. I’ve made sure of it.”My stomach lurched. His voice was soft but his words were those of a stone-cold killer, and I was trapped in his home.“I’m tired, Francois.” I croaked the words
But I didn’t just want Leia for the power she would bring to me. I wanted her because I… I loved her. I couldn’t believe it still. Humans were too fragile, too fleeting to love. But this one had wormed her way in without my say-so.“Has no one ever told you about the true mate bond?” Baldwin’s voice was hesitant but the sound of it still startled me.I huffed. “Of course I know about the true mate bond. It’s a power exchange.”Baldwin nodded. “Yes, sir, it is.”“But that’s not why Leia’s useful to Francois. She isn’t his true mate.” My gums ached under the weight of my fangs as I thought of Francois with Leia. I wanted to rip his throat out for even having looked at her.Baldwin shook his head. “Miss Boucher can still aid Prince Francois’s ascension.”“I know that, damn it.” I curled my hands into fists at the unwelcome image of Francois with his hands on Leia. “I know what he wants her for.”It was the very same thing I’d first wanted her for, when my body had only recognized her as