Blood and Kisses(9)

Fletcher looked up from his drink. “Do what?”

Gideon growled and yanked the other vampire to his feet.

A man got up from a nearby table and walked out. Another reached into his pocket for something. A phone to call the police? Or take a picture?

Gideon bared his teeth in a smile and moved away. “Meet me outside.” He left without a backward glance.

By the time Fletcher emerged from the pub, Gideon held onto control by a hair. He took a deep breath. As much as he longed to bury his fist in Fletcher’s face, the other man had occasionally been an ally. The least he could do was listen to what Fletcher had to say.

“What’s this about?” The other man shifted on the balls of his feet as if ready to defend himself. A guilty conscience?

“Thalia was attacked by a revenant last night.”

Fletcher stuffed his hands in his jean pockets. “Thalia? Oh, you mean the Champion. Getting awful chummy aren’t you?”

Fury scorched Gideon’s control. He felt his eyes flame. “Where were you last night around three?”

The younger vampire took a step back, his features contorted with disbelief. “You think I created a revenant?” The laugh that followed was bitter. “I may have been an outlaw in life, but in death, I have always followed the Code.”

Gideon’s rage cooled. Fletcher’s affront was too natural to be feigned. Still, he’d had good reason to suspect the other man. “Your words last night could be construed as a threat.”

“It was a friendly warning. If I threaten you, you’ll know it.”

Gideon hid a laugh of his own. “Typical Fletcher. Always cruising for a fight. Maybe some day I’ll give you one.”

But he wouldn’t. Unlike other men, he didn’t have the luxury of brawling. “For now, how about another drink?”





Chapter 5



Body Found in Local Park, Police Investigate Similarity to Earlier Slaying. The headline of the morning’s paper seemed to move before Thalia’s eyes, a dizzying jumble of black and white that made her stomach dip. She hadn’t had time to read it earlier, but sunset had long faded to black, and Gideon hadn’t shown his handsome face yet.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, quaffing a sip of her herbal tea in the hopes it would settle her stomach. The vampire had struck again. Another family faced the devastating reality that a loved one was never coming home.

She looked out the window. Damnit. Where was he?

Still no word from Gideon? Spirit trotted in from the other room and took the seat she always left pulled out for him.

Thalia shook her head. “There’s been another murder.”

Spirit put his head on the table and looked up at her with dark eyes. I wish your mother were here.

“Me, too.” Thalia gave a short, harsh laugh. “If she were, she would be the Champion.

That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Spirit’s voice was gentle, but firm. I can tell you need another woman to talk to.

“What makes you say that?”

The way you blushed a little when I said Gideon’s name.

Thalia raised a hand to her unblemished cheek. “I didn’t think you could see red, and I didn’t blush.”

Hmm,” said Spirit. Of course not. He paused. I want you to find someone to love just as much as your mother and Lily did, but never forget what Gideon is. Even if witches and vampires got along, you can’t be turned. There’s no future in this. I’m afraid you’re going to get hurt.

Thalia set down her tea. It sloshed onto the table, leaving a dark brown puddle on the pale oak. “This whole conversation is ridiculous. Gideon would never be interested in me.” She attempted another laugh to lighten the mood, but it came out as hollow and bitter as an Easter candy made out of baking chocolate. “Besides, I am very aware of what he is.” Her words seemed to float over them for a moment. She bit her lip. No matter how attractive he was, she could never forget. Lily was dead because of one of his kind.

God, she missed her. And her mother.

Her mother would have skewered Gideon on the spot if she’d thought him guilty.

But this latest murder had occurred while they were together. He was innocent, at least in this. Relief untangled a knot in her stomach she hadn’t known was there.

Well, someone was guilty and another woman was dead. The thought brought Thalia to her feet. No more waiting for Gideon. She would interview the next person on her list on her own.

A knock at the back door spun her around. Finally.

She sucked in a deep breath and answered the door. As she’d hoped, Gideon stood on the porch. A brief irrational surge of happiness flowed through her.

“Ready to go?” His voice was brusque, and the feeling evaporated.

The temperature seemed to drop twenty degrees in a matter of seconds. She shivered. She’d expected it, deserved it really, but his anger was alarmingly painful. Ignoring the frisson of distress still burrowing through her chest, she nodded, then grabbed her suitcase and the newspaper. After a quick goodbye to Spirit, she followed Gideon out the door.

She slid into the leather passenger seat of his car and handed him the newspaper. He scanned the headline as she fastened her seatbelt, then threw the paper into the small backseat. “I know.”

Thalia searched his closed features. “Did you hear where she was seen last?”

Gideon nodded his dark head curtly. “The Tomb. That’s what kept me. The police tracked me down.”

Relief swept through her. He hadn’t stayed away because of the kiss. “At this time of night? Are you a suspect?”

“I don’t know. Am I?”

Thalia gasped at the sudden attack. “What do you mean?”

“If you didn’t believe I had something to do with Lily’s death, why did you search my home?”

His eyes gleamed in the reflected moonlight. Thalia almost thought she could read something in their liquid depths. Was it hurt? She looked away. It seemed impossible an insignificant creature like herself could injure such a powerful man. “All vampires are suspects.”

“So I am a suspect.”

“Before I found out about the other murder you were.” She put a hand to her forehead and ran her fingers through the strand of hair she’d left out of her ponytail, hiding her face “But you were with me last night. I can tell the police the same if you like.”

“Don’t do me any favors.” Gideon started the car. The large engine growled to life, echoing perhaps, the mood of the driver. He threw the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway. His anger simmered in the car like air rising off sun-scorched pavement.

“Gideon,” Thalia said quietly, dropping her hand and facing him. “I’m sorry. Lily was my best friend.”

The plea hung in the air for a moment, then he glanced at her and seemed to soften. “The coroner has narrowed Lily’s time of death to before I left the tavern that night. And since they believe both murders were perpetrated by the same person. . .”

“You’re in the clear.” The atmosphere between them lightened.

“For now. I may yet have to take you up on your offer of an alibi.”



The watcher drew back into the complicit shadows as his enemy and the Champion got into the flashy black car. The scent of their mutual attraction floated on the air. Neither looked up, apparently too absorbed in each other to detect his presence.

He smiled. His enemy had become weak.

The car peeled out of the driveway in a spray of gravel. As their headlights faded like dying embers in the distance, he burned at the delay. His human slaves were late.

He sighed. He wished it weren’t necessary to use them at all. It was rather like playing with one’s food, but without an invitation, he couldn’t breach the Champion’s walls. His human puppets had no such prohibition.

Dark shapes glided out of the depths of the night. His playthings had arrived.



The rhythmic thump of the tires on the road along with the rumble of the engine filled the silence as Gideon subdued his rage.

As unbelievable as it seemed, she was safer with him.

But he had to keep his distance. She’d taken him into emotional territory he hadn’t charted since he’d been human. Dangerous territory. Territory that could get people killed. Perhaps when this was all over, he should move on. Find a less populated corner of the globe.

He searched for the hard-won calm he had fostered over the millennia. He’d kept the beast chained for thousands of years; surely he could handle one small woman.

“Tell me about vampires.”

Gideon spared a glance at Thalia before returning his eyes to the road. “What do you want to know?”

“Well, I thought vampires fell into a kind of coma during the day.”

Gideon paused. Thalia had already betrayed his trust once. Still, as much as he resented her distrust, he understood her reasons, and in this case, ignorance could be deadly. “The eyasses do.”