Lover Unleashed (Black Dagger Brotherhood #9)(164)

Where was he? Where was he . . .

Manuel was also going to talk to Doc Jane about the physical changes he’d experienced—changes that, given the way Payne glowed whenever they made love, were likely to continue. He was going to monitor his body and see what happened, and they were both praying that all she did was keep him healthy and perpetually young. Only time would tell.

With a curse, she doubled back, crossed the foyer . . . and entered the dining room.

Down at the third window in the row, she glanced up into the heavens. She had no interest in going to see her mother. It would have been wonderful to share her love with those who had brought her into the world. But her sire was dead, and her mahmen? She didn’t trust the Scribe Virgin not to imprison her again: Manuel was a half-breed. Hardly the pure stock her mother would have approved of—

The pair of glowing eyes mounting the rise upon which the compound was built made her heart race. And then there was the music—a thumping beat curling in through the glass.

Payne tore out of the dining room and ripped across the mosaic depiction of an apple tree in full bloom. She was out through the vestibule and into the dark night a moment later—

She skidded to a halt at the top of the steps.

Manuel had not come back unaccompanied. Behind his Porsche, there was a massive vehicle of some sort . . . a huge, two-part vehicle.

Her male got out from behind the wheel of his car. “Hi,” he called out.

He was all smiles as he came up to her, put his hands on her hips, and brought her against his chest. “I missed you,” he murmured against her mouth.

“Me, too.” Now she was smiling as well. “But . . . whatever have you brought?”

The elderly butler stepped out from behind the wheel of the other vehicle. “Sire, shall I—”

“Thanks, Fritz, but I’ll take care of it from here.”

The butler bowed low. “It has been a pleasure to have been of service.”

“You’re the best, man.”

The doggen was positively beaming as he danced into the house. And then her male turned to her.

“Stay here.”

As a stamping sound emanated from inside the big contraption, she frowned. “Of course.”

After kissing her again, Manuel disappeared around the far side.

Doors opening. More stamping. Creaking and a rolling sound, followed by a rhythmic thumping. And then—

The whinny told her what she had not dared to hope for. And then his beautiful filly backed down a ramp and was brought around to her.

Payne clasped her hands to her mouth as tears formed. The horse was mincing with grace, her sleek coat shining in the light that bled from the house, her strength and vitality returned to her.

“What . . . whatever is she here for?” Payne said hoarsely.

“Human men give their fiancées something as a token of their love.” Manuel smiled broadly. “I thought Glory was better than any diamond I could buy you. Means more to me . . . and hopefully, to you, too.”

When she made no response at all, he held out the leather lead that was clipped to the horse’s bridle. “I’m giving her to you.”

At that, Glory let out a tremendous whinny and pranced as if she agreed with this change in ownership.

Payne wiped her eyes and threw herself at Manuel, kissing him deeply. “I have no words.”

And then she accepted the lead as Manuel went all robin-chested with pride.

Taking a deep breath, she—

Before Payne was conscious of moving, she sprang up into the air, mounting Glory as if the pair of them had been together for years, not minutes.

And the horse needed no heel, no permission, no anything—Glory leaped forward, clawing her hooves into the pebbles and taking off at a dead run.

Payne wound her fingers through the long black mane and balanced herself perfectly upon the strong back that surged beneath her. As the wind hit her face, she laughed in pure exultation as they took off in a streak of joy and freedom. Yes . . . yes! A thousand yesses!

To set upon the night.

To have freedom to move.

To have love waiting upon her.

This was more than just being alive. This was to live.




As Manny stood by the horse trailer and watched his girls take off together, he was out of his damn mind with happiness. They were a perfect match, the pair of them cut from the same cloth, and both were whole and strong and tearing through the darkness at a gallop that most cars would have trouble keeping up with.

Okay. Maybe he teared up just a little. But what the f*ck. This was an incredible night for—

“I saw this.”

“Jesus Christ—” He grabbed his cross and wheeled around. “Do you always sneak up on people?”

Payne’s brother didn’t answer—or perhaps couldn’t. The vampire’s eyes were locked on his sister and her galloping horse, and he seemed as moved as Manny was.

“I thought it was a stallion, though.” Vishous shook his head. “But yeah, this is what I saw . . . her on a black Thoroughbred, her hair in the breeze. I didn’t think it was the future, though . . .”

Manny turned back to his girls, who were far off down the retaining wall and making a fat turn to return toward the house.

“I love her so damned much,” Manny heard himself say. “That’s my heart right there. That’s my woman.”