Lover Awakened (Black Dagger Brotherhood #3)(10)

And diamonds were eternal, weren’t they? They lasted forever. Just like his memories of her.

Before Zsadist left, he took one last look at the fish tank. The food was almost gone now, snipped off the surface by little gaping mouths, mouths that came at it from the underside.





John didn’t know how long he stayed in Wellsie’s arms, but it took him a while to get back to reality. When he finally pulled back, she smiled at him.

“Sure you don’t want to tell me about the nightmare?”

John’s hands started moving, and she stared at them hard because she was just learning American Sign Language. He knew he was going too fast, so he leaned over and picked up one of his pads and a pen from the bedside table.

It was nothing. I’m okay now. Thanks for waking me up, though.

“You want to go back to bed?”

He nodded. It seemed as if he’d done nothing except sleep and eat for the last month and a half, but there was no end to his hunger or his exhaustion. Then again, he had twenty-three years of starvation and insomnia to make up for.

He slid between the sheets, and then Wellsie eased down beside him. Her pregnancy didn’t show that much if she was standing, but when she was sitting there was a subtle swell under her loose shirt.

“You want me to put the light on in your bathroom?”

He shook his head. That would only make him feel more like a pansy, and right now his ego had pretty much taken all the shriveling up it could handle.

“I’m just going to be at my desk in the study, okay?”

As she left, he felt bad that he was kind of relieved, but with the panic gone he was ashamed of himself. A man didn’t act like he had just now. A man would have fought the pale-haired demon in the dream and won. And even if he’d been terrified, a man wouldn’t have cowered and shook like a five-year-old when he woke up.

Then again, John wasn’t a man. At least not yet. Tohr had said the change wouldn’t come to him until he was closer to twenty-five, and he couldn’t wait for the next two years to pass. Because even though he now understood why he was only five feet, six inches tall and 112 pounds, it was still tough. He hated facing his bony body every day in the mirror. Hated wearing boy-sized clothes though he could legally drive and vote and drink. Cringed at the fact that he’d never had an erection, even when he woke up from one of his erotic dreams. And he’d never even kissed a woman, either.

No, he just didn’t feel like much in the masculine department all the way around. Especially given what had happened to him almost a year ago. God, the anniversary of that attack was coming up, wasn’t it? With a wince he tried not to think of that dirty stairwell or the man who’d held a knife to his throat or those horrible moments when something irretrievable had been taken from him: His innocence violated, gone forever.

Forcing his mind out of that tailspin, he told himself that at least he was no longer hopeless. Sometime soon he would change into a man.

Itchy from thinking about the future, he threw the covers off and went to his closet. As he opened the double doors, he was still unused to the display. He’d never owned this many pants and shirts and fleeces in his whole life, but here they were, so fresh and new…all their zippers working, no buttons missing, no fraying, no tears at the seams. He even had a pair of Nike Air Shox.

He took out a fleece and pulled it on, then pushed his spindly legs into a pair of khakis. In the bathroom he washed his hands and face and combed his dark hair. Then he headed for the kitchen, walking through rooms that had clean, modern lines but were decorated with Italian Renaissance furniture, textiles, and art. He stopped when he heard Wellsie’s voice coming out of the study.

“…some kind of nightmare. I mean, Tohr, he was terrified…. No, he fudged when I asked him what it was, and Ididn’t press. I think it’s time he sees Havers. Yes…Uh-huh. He should meet Wrath first. Okay. I love you, my hellren. What? God, Tohr, I feel the same way. I don’t know how we ever lived without him. He is such a blessing.”

John leaned against the wall in the hall and closed his eyes. Funny, he felt the same way about them.





Chapter Four


It was hours later, or at least it seemed like hours, when Bella awoke to the sound of the mesh plate sliding back. The sweet smell of the lesser drifted down to her, overpowering the pungent, damp earth.

“Hello, wife.” The harness around her torso tightened as he lifted her out.

One look into his pale brown eyes and she knew now was not the time to push any limits. He was wired, his smile way too excited. And unbalanced was not good with him.

Just as her feet hit the floor, he jerked the harness so she fell against him. “I said hello, wife.”

“Hello, David.”

He closed his eyes. He loved it when she said his name. “I have something for you.”

He left the straps on her and led her over to the stainless-steel table in the center of the room. When he handcuffed her to the thing, she knew it must be dark out still. He got lax about restraining her only during the day, when she couldn’t run.

The lesser went out the door and left it open wide. Shuffling and grunting noises followed, and then he came back dragging a groggy civilian vampire. The male’s head rolled on his shoulders as if it were on a loose hinge, his feet trailing behind at the toes. He was dressed in what had been nice black slacks and a cashmere sweater, but now the clothes were torn and wet and blood-marked.