A Midsummer Night's Demon(9)

If this was what it was like between heartmates, no wonder so many of them disappeared for months once they found each other. He struggled to keep his hands off her. And the attraction was more than just physical. He loved her fiery spirit, her determination to face her fears.

The holes in his life could be filled by her, as if she were the other half of his soul. Finding her gave him a sense of peace. A comfort he never again wanted to be without. He now understood why heartmates often chose to follow one another in death. He had almost lost her before he’d found her.

Ky needed to find the debauchee, but he had nothing to go on. The name the vampire gave to Lyn had obviously been a fake. He’d picked her up at her place, so they didn’t know where the monster lived. All Ky knew for sure was that the debauchee knew how to use the internet and possibly frequented the bar down on Fifth Street. Not much to go on, but he had found him once and he would find a way to do so again.

Ky took the towel and shirt into her room. Knocking on the bathroom door he called out, “Lyn, I have your stuff. You want me to leave them by the door or bring them in?” Please say bring them in.

“You can leave them by the door. And please close the bedroom door when you leave.”

Damn! Not that he had truly expected her to bid him join her in the bathroom, but a vampire could hope. “I’m going to make us a little something to eat. Call if you need anything. I’ll hear you.”

“Thanks,” the sultry, disembodied voice called from behind the door.

Twenty minutes later, Ky almost sliced his finger off when Lyn appeared in his kitchen dressed in his T-shirt, toweling her hair dry. With her hands lifted to her head, his shirt fell about half way down her thighs, allowing him a glimpse of her lithe legs. Her breasts jiggled as she worked.

“What are you cooking?” she asked bringing his thoughts back to the task at hand.

“An omelet.” His knife sliced through the ham. He used it to scoop the cubed meat into his hand. Dumping it into a pan, he turned his attention back to her. “I hope you like eggs.”

“Eggs are fine. It smells good.”

He tipped his chin toward the round table in the middle of the room. “Great. Yours is ready. Go ahead and eat. Mine will be done in a moment.” He flipped the omelet with a spatula, appreciating the way her hips swayed as she made her way over to table.

Lyn sat and much to his satisfaction, her stomach growled its approval at the feast before her. In addition to the omelet he’d made, freshly squeezed orange juice and a cup of coffee awaited her. He’d also placed a pile of toast, stacked high on a plate in the middle of the table next to some butter.

Ky brought his plate to the table and sat in the chair next to her. “Can I get you anything else?”

Her chocolate eyes widened. “No. This is more than enough. I usually don’t eat this much for breakfast.” Her gaze darted to the kitchen window. “It’s still dark outside. I thought the sun would be up by now.”

“The sun won’t be up for several hours yet.” Ky took a bite of his eggs.

“What time is it? I can’t seem to find a clock in this place.”

Ky looked at his watch. His body could feel the sun rise and set, so until now, he’d never noted the lack of clocks in his home. “It’s midnight.”

“Midnight!” Her brows shot up in surprise. “I slept all day?”

His shoulders lifted in an insouciant shrug. “You needed to rest to give the drug time to get out of your system.”

She took a sip of coffee. A low moan of pleasure left her lips, making Ky’s body tighten in response to the sumptuous sound. “Well it’s out now. I’m fine. I’ll be going home after I eat.”

Ky went as still as his river on a calm day. He fought to keep the anger and trepidation from his face. She intended to go home.

Not going to happen.

“What?” she asked impatiently. Lyn nervously stabbed a piece of her omelet, her fork clinking against the ceramic plate.

“You aren’t leaving,” he replied in a soft voice, crossing his arms over his chest.

She put her fork down on her plate with more force than necessary. “What do you mean I’m not leaving? Of course, I’m leaving. I need to get home. I have to go to work tomorrow.”

“It isn’t safe, Lyn.”

Her attacker knew where she lived, and the bastard would come back. They always did. Ky had to make sure she remained safe, even if it was against her will. He didn’t want to have to use mind control to force her compliance, but if she wouldn’t be reasonable than he would do whatever it took to keep her protected.