“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 from my dry throat. “I need to sleep.”
“I understand.” His clothes rustled as he stood, his presence suddenly looming over me. “Are you cold, ma chèrie? I could stay and…warm you?”
He sounded so hesitant and there was a vulnerability to his voice that I didn’t want to hear.
I froze, every muscle stilling. I was pretty sure my heart didn’t even dare beat.
“I’m plenty warm, thank you.” I kept my eyes closed but tried to force my lips into a smile, holding my breath when I didn’t hear him leave right away.
His lips touched my forehead as he ran his fingers through my hair, his touch tender. “Fais de beau rêves, mon ange,” he whispered. “Sweet dreams, my angel.”
As soon as the door clicked closed behind him and the lock tumbled into place, a sob broke free from my chest, harsh in the empty room. I almost expected Francois to burst back through the door, but he didn’t.
I ached for Nicolas, yearned for him in a way I’d never thought possible, because if he turned up here now, his presence would be like a reset button. I’d be safe, and I could continue my life away from all of this shit.
Vampires. I didn’t want to know they existed, and they were all obsessed with my virginity in a way that almost made me want to run and have sex with the next human guy I saw so that it would no longer be an issue for them.
Except that wouldn’t work.
Not when the guy I most wanted to be with…
I stopped, willing my thoughts to halt, but they didn’t. The guy who aroused me more than ever before in my life was a vampire casino owner from Baton Rouge—even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself.
I wanted to return to Nicolas to see what we could become… but I was also pretty sure I’d be better off not knowing. His lifestyle was dangerous. My current predicament proved that.
I pressed my hand to my mouth. I’d missed out on so much in my life, looking after Dad and trying to keep the bar afloat. I hadn’t even lived and now I feared my fucking death. Maybe even my undeath.
If I escaped Francois… when I escaped, my life would be completely different—with or without Nicolas Dupont in it.
But it was Nicolas’ face I saw and his voice I heard in my head as I drifted off to sleep, and it was Nicolas who gave me those pleasant dreams Francois had told me to have.
2
I
paced down my entrance hall to the front door then back up again, Baldwin wringing his hands together in the corner by some random Greek statue I couldn’t recall the name of. Mrs. Ames was dusting a Ming vase she’d already dusted seven times today.
None of us knew what to do to keep ourselves busy, and my brain was working overtime to make sense of everything that had happened and formulate a plan. Several times, it pounded like it might just explode out of my skull and put everyone in my house out of their misery.
Two fucking days. Two days too long already. The intel we’d received about where Francois was holding Leia had turned out to be a bust—they’d moved on by the time we’d raided the facility.
Next time, though, I’d be there. Next time, it would be done right.
“Mrs. Ames,” I barked as she began dusting the vase again.
She gasped and whirled around, her face pale and drawn.
“Could you prepare some tea?” I softened my tone as I sent her to do something else… Anything fucking else.
We all knew I wouldn’t drink the fucking tea.
“Francois fucking Ricard. The little fucking prince.” I raked my hand through my hair and met Baldwin’s gaze. “You don’t have to say it. I fucked up.”
He remained quiet, but my butler had always been a wise man.
I’d been stupid. Too arrogant, parading Leia around like she was my prize. Like no one could touch me or her, like they’d respect my word and my claim.
My fault.
It was all my fault.
Worry was eclipsed by guilt and remorse. Leia made me feel all kind of things I wasn’t used to feeling. She always had. Right from that first moment I’d kissed her.
But I’d told myself it was the power-rush, the bloodlust.
I’d been wrong.
“I have to talk to her.” There was a hint of desperation in my voice, and I didn’t do desperate.
I did decisive and logical and successful. Fuck. I did aggressive and violent and furious, and the end always justified the means. I got what I wanted, and I never made apologies.
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
Sebastian nodded. “I need to help you. I shouldn’t have gotten so close to overturning your claim on a virgin. On the throne.”My chest tightened. “More than my claim,” I whispered as images of Sebastian, his fangs so close to Leia’s neck flooded my mind. “You nearly stole my first touch of my mate, brother.”“Your true mate?” His eyes widened. “I thought those were stories.”I shook my head. “Not all stories.”“We need to storm Francois’s castle, we need to rescue your mate before he…” Sebastian looked at me, his eyes a little wild. “Before he…” He swallowed and looked away.“Before he claims my mate as his,” I finished grimly.Sebastian nodded then clasped my forearm. “We’ll get her back. I’ll swear an oath of fealty to you right now and promise to protect your mate above all else.”I chuckled without humor. “No oath necessary. Just keep your fangs to yourself around Leia, and you’re welcome in my army.” I grabbed my phone. “I need to get everyone together. You coming on the plane?”
“Be that as it may—”“—Be that as it may nothing. He has my virgin mate, I’m reclaiming her. He came onto our territory, onto my territory to abduct her in the first place.”“Yes. And look how weak that makes you look. Francois was able to sneak into Baton Rouge and take the one thing you were supposed to hold most dear, to prize above anything else, from directly under your nose.” Her tone was cold, stern, and I knew she was right. “You’re positioning yourself as the next king, Nicolas. And for now, your people have been understanding. They’ve seen your virgin; they know your intentions. No one can know she’s gone. They can’t know that Francois has more potential power than you. Mon Dieu. He could already have her blood running through his veins. And then what?” She stopped talking and only her soft breaths let me know she was still on the line.“Mother?”She exhaled again. “Just keep this quiet, Nicolas. It will make the start of your reign even more unstable if you have no way to c
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, yo
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