A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark #2)(16)

Women would adore him.

“Aye. The man downstairs has many resources and our card has no limits.” His tone dared her to say something.

Our card? Her Centurion AmEx with instructions that some purchases might seem off and that the owner would be traveling, so do not hinder in any way. A safeguard had now turned into a financial weapon in his hands.

Like all in the coven, she had a yearly allowance for clothes and entertainment and it was very generous, but she’d been saving up, thinking of buying something major that would be all her own—an antique or her own horse or anything that she wouldn’t have to share with her aunts. No longer.

Among her other trials with him, the Lykae appeared determined to break her bank.



“You didn’t leave me any way to cover my ears,” she said, glancing down, avoiding his eyes as usual.

Her comment made him scowl again at her clothing. She wanted to hide something he found attractive, and yet her garments were so revealing to others? Her black trews scarcely came up over her hipbones and hugged the curves of her arse. Her red shirt, though high-collared, had strange, asymmetrical seams that drew the eye to the swell of her breasts. When she moved, flashes of her flat midriff came into view. He’d chosen those clothes to cover her—not advertise her. He’d buy her new ones at the first opportunity, spending lavishly of the vampire’s money. He intended to find out how much he could possibly spend.

“I just need a scarf or a way to fasten my braids. Or people will see them—”

“You’ll leave your hair down.”

“B-but the humans—”

“Will no’ dare do anything when I am there.” When he found himself crossing to her, she took several steps back. Terrified of him.

Lachlain had little memory of the field and even the rest of the night before was hazy, but he knew he’d been…less than gentle. Then tonight he’d leapt onto her, pinning her to the bed about to shove into her, even while knowing he would hurt her. He’d seen her in the shower warily noting his clenched fists. She was right—she had no reason not to.

On the balcony, he’d discovered pain within her. That’s what she had in her eyes. He had it, too, and he was too damaged to help her. Too full of hate to want to help her.

“Then can I at least call my family?” she asked. “Like you promised?”

He frowned. He’d said “contact her family,” as in a letter. He’d seen the man downstairs use the telephone. On the television, he’d seen it as well. He’d never thought she could have called another country. “Be quick about it. We have to make good time tonight.”

“Why? Are we going very far?” Her voice grew panicked. “Because you said an hour before sunrise—”

“Are you nervous about this?”

“Of course I am!”

“Doona be. I will protect you,” he said simply, annoyed that she relaxed not a whit. “Make your call.” He turned the corner into their room’s foyer, strode down the hall to the door, opened and closed it.

But he never left.





5


“D o you have any idea how dead you are?” Regin asked. “Annika is freaking out. She’s making berserkers look like candy-stripers right now.”

“I know she’s worried!” Emma said, clenching the phone in both hands. “I-is she there?”

“Nope. There was an emergency she had to take care of. Em, why in the hell weren’t you on the plane? Or answering your cell phone?”

“The cell phone’s toast. Got wet in the rain—”

“And why weren’t you on the plane?” Regin snapped.

“I’ve decided to stay, okay? I came here for a reason and I’m not finished yet.” Not a lie.

“You couldn’t answer any of our messages? Any of the messages the manager tried to deliver to your room today?”

“There could’ve been knocking, I don’t know. Go figure—daytime and I was asleep?”

“Annika’s sending a search party for you,” Regin said. “They’re at the airport right now.”

“Well, call and tell them to make a U-ee, because I won’t be here.”

“Don’t you even wanna know what you’re in danger from?”

Emma glanced over at the bedside table. “I quite know, thank you.”

“You spotted a vampire?” Regin shrieked. “Did he approach you?”

“A what?” she shrieked back.

“What did you think I meant about danger? Vampires have been following Valkyrie all over the world—even here. Vampires in Louisiana, if you can wrap your mind around that. But wait, the insanity builds: Ivo the Cruel, number-two man to the vampire king, was on Bourbon Street.”

“So close to home?” Annika had moved their coven to New Orleans years before to get away from the Vampire Horde’s kingdom in Russia.

“Yeah, and Lothaire was with him, too. You might not have heard of him—he’s an elder in the Horde, kind of does his own thing, but creepy-creepy. I’m thinking he and Ivo weren’t in the Quarter for a Hand Grenade and a Lucky Dog. Annika has been out searching for them. We don’t know their intentions, why they don’t just kill as per usual, but if they found out what you are…”