Sounded good to me.
Gently, Marco skimmed his fingers over her face. “You don’t like your mother, do you, Tait?” The female blinked, her brow creasing. “As a matter of fact, you hate her,” he went on. “You’ve rambled on countless times about what a bitch she is. But let’s say that someone else insulted your mother. You wouldn’t like that, would you? No. Because we can insult what’s ours but we don’t like others doing it, do we? And that’s the situation I find myself in with Imani. I can be angry with her, but I really don’t like anyone else being angry with her. And I really, really don’t like anyone wrapping their hand around her throat. So consider yourself lucky that she put you on your ass, because I’d have done much worse if the punishment was mine.”
Okay, well that was definitely not what I’d expected him to say.
(Butch)
Based on the facts that Sam had given me, there were a dozen things I’d expected to happen at this little reunion.
I’d anticipated that Marco would be pissed with Imani. I’d anticipated that he wouldn’t go the night without speaking to her. And I’d anticipated that he would switch on the charisma to hide his anger. What I hadn’t anticipated was that Marco’s cold eyes would light up like a Christmas tree when they landed on Imani.
The guy might be somewhat sociopathic, but he wasn’t as dead inside as people believed. Something in him responded to Imani. His affectionate tone wasn’t false. His possessiveness was more than that of a Sire. He was genuinely proud of her for being recruited by Sam and Jared. And he was truly enraged with his second-born. So maybe Sam was right and he’d protected Imani from afar all these years.
Marco jerked his head at Tait, and she scurried from the hall. He then turned to Imani, and his features smoothed out into a much calmer expression. “You okay, sweetheart?”
That ‘sweetheart’ shit was getting on my nerves.
Imani gave a careless shrug. “No harm done.”
“Which is the only reason why she’s conscious,” he said. I believed him. Tait would have been on Shit Street if she’d wounded Imani.
“You should ensure your vampire understands there will be dire consequences if she touches Imani again,” Sam told him, wisps of energy slithering along her skin, which was a clear sign she was pissed. “Imani won’t be so gentle with her next time.”
“Nor will I,” said Marco. His eyes sliced to me. “You’re standing very close to my Imani, but you didn’t help her. You just stood back while she was attacked.”
I inwardly snorted. “Imani doesn’t need me to swat at annoying little flies for her. And if you thought differently, you really don’t know her at all.”
Jaw hardening, Marco took a step toward me, only to come to a complete halt when a tall vampire with a very old vibe about him appeared. Marco gave the vampire a deferential nod, so I had to assume it was Lazarus.
“I almost hope Tait misbehaves again just so I can see more of Imani in action,” said the new vampire.
Imani smiled brightly at him. “Well if it isn’t Zorro. How are you doing?” The guy really did look like Antonio Banderas in that movie, minus the mask.
Eyes gleaming, he replied, “I’m quite well, thank you. It has been too long since you were last here. But I will not scold you for that as I am too pleased to see you.” No one could miss the genuine and rather paternal affection that he had for her.
Leading us all away from Marco, he inclined his head at Sam and Jared. “Good evening, I am Lazarus. It is an honour to have you here.”
Imani introduced him to me and the rest of our squads, and we all exchanged brief greetings.
“I’m sorry about the reception you received from Tait, Imani.” Lazarus sighed. “I had hoped things would go much more smoothly.”
Imani shrugged. “It could have been worse.”
It could have been fucking better.
“I expect she feels threatened by your presence,” said Lazarus. “The reality is that Tait may behave as his first-born, but she wasn’t the catalyst that led to him beginning his own line.”
Sam nodded. “Seeing Imani is forcing her to face that reality.”
“Precisely.” Lazarus put a hand on Imani’s shoulder. “Despite that you left and severed your bond, Marco never disowned you. He still acknowledges you as not only one of his vampires but as his first-born.”
Imani’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t get that.”
Lazarus opened his mouth to speak again, but then a female voice loudly crooned, “My beautiful Imani.”
“Annalise,” Imani said to the shapely woman who cradled her face like it was made of fine bone China.