A Midsummer Night's Demon(15)

If she could handle herself as well in person as she did in the email, she might just be their best chance to capture her attacker. A plan formed in his head.

If the vampire returned her email, they could arrange for the two to meet somewhere secluded, and Ky could kill the male when he arrived. Since her attacker was a vampire, Lyn would have to be present, otherwise, the monster could sense her absence, and they would lose their opportunity. He also couldn’t sense Ky anywhere near or he would know it was a trap. Ky would have to wait some distance away then materialize into the spot, taking the vampire by surprise. But how would he know the vampire arrived if he waited miles away?

Lyn’s cell. The answer came to him in a moment of pure brilliance. She could call him, long before the appointed time to meet with the vampire, and put the phone on speaker. When the vampire showed up, he would hear him and could materialize to her side to dispose of the monster.

Everything would have to go off without a glitch. They only had one shot. If the vampire sensed the trap, he could dematerialize out of there before Ky had a chance to materialize in. But the risky plan might just work. It definitely seemed like their best chance.

A tone rang softly on the laptop. “I have new mail,” Lyn clicked open the email with a dramatic stab of her finger. “It’s from him.”

“What does it say?” Ky read over her shoulder as she spoke.

“My dearest Lyn, I was so thankful to receive your email. I have been worried sick about you. Yeah, I just bet he was.”

“Go on,” Ky encouraged.

“I have to see you. I want to see for myself that you are all right. Will you meet me?”

Ky hit the reply button on the email and typed. His fingers flew over the keys as he read aloud. “I’m glad you are okay. I’d love to meet you too, be sure you are really all right. How about the Eighth Avenue Park tomorrow night at nine o’clock?”

He hit send. “Done,” he announced.

Lyn gave him a slanted stare. “I thought you said you didn’t want me anywhere near him.”

“I don’t. But I also don’t have any other ideas about how to find him.”

She smiled at him, a smug, satisfied grin. “See, I knew you’d let me win.”

He captured her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him. “This is not a game. If he agrees to meet you, you must do everything I say. I will be in charge. You will just be an innocent bystander. The minute he appears you are to get to safety.”

“But…”

“No buts, Lyn. I will have your word, that you will do everything I tell you tomorrow night or I will not allow you to meet him. This is too dangerous. You could get us both killed.”

“I know how dangerous this is.” She attempted to pull away, but he held her to him. “I will do what you say.”

He searched her eyes for the truth, pushing into her mind to find her determination to do whatever it took to bring her attacker to justice, even if it meant following his orders and running away. “Thank you. I will keep you safe, I swear it. Let’s hope he agrees to meet.”

“Do you think he bought it? The email I mean.”

“I think he…” The sound of the chime signaling a new email cut off the rest of Ky’s thought.

Lyn brought the email up. “Looks like he bought it. He agreed to meet me.”

Ky couldn’t help but sense the trepidation in her announcement. Her nervousness about meeting her attacker proved to Ky just how smart she really was. Anyone would be nervous being used for bait to lure a killer, but her determination to see this through spoke volumes about her spirit and tenacity.

He’d learned much about her these past few days, about her personality, but not so much about her life. He found himself wondering what all her favorites were. Favorite color? Favorite movie…Favorite position in bed?

Okay, that line of thinking was going to have his shaft standing at attention. He needed a distraction from his thoughts.

“What is your favorite holiday, Lyn?”

“Litha,” she replied with a wide smile that reached the corners of her eyes.

Not what he expected. “What’s Litha?”

“The Litha Sabbat is a Pagan holiday to celebrate both work and leisure. It is a day to celebrate the end of the waxing year and the start of the waning year, prepare for the harvest to come.”

“When is it?”

“Midsummer, the end of June.”