My Lord Vampire (Immortal Rogues #1)(35)

“Simone?”

Too late noting the odd prickle of awareness that had been washing over her skin, Simone turned to discover Gideon standing directly behind her, his expression one of stark concern.

“Gideon.” She pressed a hand to her suddenly racing heart. “What is it?”

He glanced carefully around the garden, as if expecting to discover someone lurking about. She wondered if he had overheard any of her conversation with the gypsy.

“Has Mr. Soltern been here?”

She blinked in surprise at his abrupt question. “No, I have not encountered him in several days.”

Gideon did not relax his tense survey, his entire body coiled for attack.

“Are you certain?”

Unnerved at the sense of simmering danger that cloaked about the elegant gentleman, Simone took an instinctive step toward him.

“Gideon, whatever is the matter?”

For a moment he refused to answer, then with an obvious effort he forced himself to ease the tension that was gripping him.

“Nothing,” he murmured, allowing his gaze to at last rest upon her puzzled countenance. “You received my gift?”

Caught off guard by his sudden question, Simone could not prevent the small blush that flooded her cheeks.

“Yes.”

“And it pleases you?”

Her usual sophistication deserted her as she thought of the lovely bolts of material that she could hardly wait to begin transforming into beautiful gowns.

“Very much.”

He smiled gently. “Good.”

“I ... I was just about to have tea. Would you care to join me?” she asked impulsively.

As if sensing she was not nearly as comfortable in his presence as she would have him believe, Gideon regarded her with a searching gaze.

“Am I welcome?”

She grimaced at his blunt words. Common sense might warn her she was treading into dangerous waters, but the desire to be with this gentleman was proving to be far more powerful. Whatever his secrets, she could not shake the sensation that he would never hurt her.

“That is what I am attempting to decide,” she confessed bluntly.

His lips twitched. “Very well.”

Together they turned to head back to the house, Simone walking at his side while she kept a covert watch on the towering form. They had reached the open door when she noticed the undeniable amusement that was etched upon the handsome features.

“What do you find so amusing?” she demanded.

“You keep glancing at me as if you expect me to suddenly sprout horns and a tail.”

Her lips thinned. “Will you?”

He lifted a dark brow. “I possess enough manners to keep them hidden during tea.”

It was an absurd conversation. Still, Simone could not make herself laugh at her foolishness. Not yet.

“It is not pleasant to fear I am losing my wits,” she muttered.

Without warning he reached out to grasp her shoulders and turned her to face his sympathetic smile.

“There is no danger of that, I assure you.”

She grimaced. “I wish I could be certain.”

“Trust me,” he urged softly.

A shower of hot sparks flared through her at the feel of his warm hands upon her bare skin. The knowledge that she so readily responded to his merest touch only deepened the scowl marring her brow.

“Why do people keep saying that?”

Leaving the town house in the traditional manner, Gideon swiftly rounded the high hedge and made his way to the back garden.

Tea had been rather a stiff affair, with Simone clearly uneasy at having him near. More than once he had longed to pull her into his arms and confess all. Anything had to be better than the thick wall of suspicion that suddenly lay between them.

Thankfully, he had retained enough logic to hold the impetuous words.

Not only would the truth expose him long before he was prepared to move upon Tristan, but it might very well frighten her into sudden flight. No mortal would easily accept the presence of a vampire in her midst, not even one who had been sent to protect her. And if she ran, he might not reach her before Tristan managed to capture her.

The thought of the renegade vampire tightened Gideon’s features as he slid through the shadows of the garden. It had been the unmistakable sense of a vampire slipping through the web that surrounded Simone’s home that had brought him hurrying to the town house.

It could not be Tristan, of course.

After giving in to his bloodlust the vampire could no longer bear the light of day. But there had been two other traitors that had escaped with Tristan and while he had yet to catch sight of them, he could not be certain that either of them had not suddenly turned their attention to Simone. If they had not yet given in to the desire for human blood they would be as free as himself to walk the streets during the day.

And whether working for Tristan, or scheming behind his back to gain full control of the Medallion, they would be a danger he could not dismiss.

In a distant corner he came to a halt and waited for the thin lad to wiggle out of the bush and offer him a cheeky smile.

“’Ello, guv.”

“Have you been here all day?” he demanded in abrupt tones.

The urchin who sported ears and a nose far too large for his thin countenance gave a shake of his head.

“No, sir. I followed the lady when she went shopping and then to the lending library.”