Chapter 12
An hour later, Marty opened my bedroom door without knocking. He'd changed out of the torn, bloody clothes and had taken a shower, from the damp look to his hair. I was sitting cross-legged in bed, trying without success to pretend I'd misunderstood the image I'd glimpsed. Yeah, right. Because Vlad had been between my legs looking for a set of keys he'd lost.
"Frankie?" Marty said gruffly. "I don't wanna bother you, but I don't have long to talk."
"Why? What's going on?" I asked at once, leaping up.
Marty shut the door behind him, scratching one of his long, bushy black sideburns. "I'm leaving for a scouting mission."
I didn't ask, Scouting for what? "Vlad might not even be right," I muttered. "Maybe no one told Jackal and the others to snatch me up. Maybe they thought of it all by themselves."
"They didn't," Marty replied, grimness clear in each syllable. "That vampire from the hotel, Shrapnel, spent the whole plane ride grilling the redhead who took you-and he was creative. But that was nothing compared to what Vlad did once we got here. Next to that, I got off easy. They didn't act alone. They were sent after you, but they didn't know by whom. All they had was a phone number and a big deposit in their bank account with promises of more if you gave them the goods on Vlad."
I sighed. I hadn't really thought this would be over so quickly, but I'd hoped. "I'm so sorry, Marty." I gestured at his chest, wanting to cry at what he'd been through. "He shouldn't have hurt you."
Marty snorted. "I'm happy to be alive. You probably guessed that I tailed you from Gibsonton, waiting until there were fewer vampires guarding you. When I realized it was Vlad I attacked, I thought I was done for. The only reason I'm not toes-up is because you made him promise not to kill me. I'd heard that he holds to his word. Never thought to find out personally."
I managed a limp smile. "Since I'll be spending time with him looking for this mysterious puppet master, is there anything else I should know about Vlad?"
"Yeah." Marty's expression became hard. "What you saw in that last vision . . . don't let it happen."
I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks warm again. So Marty had figured out what I'd glimpsed, too. Not a shock; he was a vampire, and I'd been anything but suave in my reaction.
"Marty," I began.
"I wouldn't care if it was someone else," he cut me off. "This isn't about your inexperience with men."
"Announce that to everyone, why don't you!" I hissed, my eyes flying open. With how well vampires could hear, he may as well have tattooed a big V onto my forehead.
He waved a hand impatiently. "You're missing the point. Vlad isn't your typical vampire. We're all ruthless at one time or another, but he's in a class by himself. You let yourself get involved with him, he'll rip your heart out and destroy your life, and if I didn't love you like the daughter I used to have, I wouldn't say this when I know damn well that he's listening."
The raw pain in his voice took away my embarrassment.
"Don't worry." I forced myself to sound nonchalant. "I know how dangerous he is and I don't want to get involved with him. I must've had a case of temporary insanity because he's immune to the electricity in my touch." A shrug. "I'll get over it."
Marty chucked me on the hip. "That's my girl. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but you watch your back."
"I will," I promised Marty. "When do you leave?"
Marty sighed. "Now. Give me a hug, kid. Love you."
I knelt down and wrapped my arms around him, careful not to touch him with my right hand.
"Love you," I whispered. "You watch your back, too, Marty. Don't you dare let yourself get killed."
He laughed a trifle grimly. "I'll try not to."
At nine o'clock on the dot, I came down the staircase. I'd considered refusing to join Vlad for dinner after what he did to Marty-among other reasons why I didn't want to see him-but avoiding him would be pointless. We had to work together to find out who'd ordered my kidnapping. I wasn't about to let that person get off the hook.
Besides, I'd gotten over my embarrassment for my naughty vision about Vlad-and for Marty trumpeting the news of my inexperience for every vampire to hear. Was I supposed to be ashamed for valuing other people's lives over my own needs? I wasn't that coldhearted and ruthless.
I couldn't say the same about the vampire who rose when I entered the dining room, his expression showing a flicker of surprise as he took in my appearance. To show that I wasn't suffering from damaged modesty, I'd changed into a strapless black dress, the tight fit clinging to curves honed by countless hours of gymnastics. My normally straight black hair now had waves of curls in it, and the red lipstick and smoky eye makeup looked good against my lightly tanned face.
That's right, Voivode, I thought as his gaze swept over me a second time. I might be scarred, but I'm still tasty-looking, aren't I? Too bad you're not getting any of this no matter what that vision showed.
His lips twitched, but he held out my chair without comment. It wasn't until after I sat down that he responded to my mental gauntlet.
"If your goal is to dissuade me from seducing you, taunting me with promises of failure won't work." He settled himself into his chair with an easy, arrogant elegance. "I enjoy challenges, but I don't think it will be long until you're in my bed."
I'd been in the process of unfolding my napkin, but at that, I froze. He did not just talk about me with the same casualness as a dessert he'd eventually get around to eating.
Out loud, I said, "Ooh, someone's got an ego."
He picked up his wineglass, taking a sip before replying. "It's not ego, I'm used to women chasing me. With your age and inexperience, you normally wouldn't stand a chance. But your abilities cut a swath of darkness through all that youth and innocence, making you quite intriguing."
"Lucky me," I gritted out, still steaming at his presumption.
Vlad smiled, as threatening and enticing as a whip curled around a champagne bottle. "Yes. People frequently bore me, sometimes amuse me, most often irritate me, but rarely intrigue me. You do, which is why I'll enjoy having you as a lover."
I couldn't decide which was more insulting-him lumping me together with women who had "chased" him, or his continued conviction that I'd fall into bed with him. I glanced at the room with its cathedral-like ceiling, barbarically gorgeous chandelier, and seating for two dozen.
"No wonder you need such a huge house. Your overconfidence wouldn't fit in anything smaller."
He shrugged. "Confident I might be, but it's not without cause. You think I'm dangerous and you're angry at me over Marty, but even before your vision, I could tell you wanted me."
"You're hot, big deal," I shot back, refusing to let his knowledge of my most intimate thoughts daunt me. "I'm attracted to a lot of hot guys. If Chris Hemsworth were here, I'd light him up like a firecracker with how fast I'd jump on him."
"And that would kill him," Vlad noted.
"Him and everyone else with a heartbeat, which is why I couldn't date after the accident. I could've branched out to vampires, but Marty told me to avoid them because he was worried they'd try to use me for my power." And he was right, I thought emphatically before going on. "Now I'm thrown together with an attractive man I can't kill, and you feel special because I responded like any normal, healthy woman would?"
I leaned back with a huff. "Give me a break. Another reasonably good-looking dead guy would rev my engine, too, so don't break your arm patting yourself on the back."
"You're deluding yourself, but as I told you, I don't run away from challenges," Vlad said, stroking the tight stubble along his jaw. I refused to follow the movement; staring at his mouth would only lead to more thoughts of that vision.
"Let's put it to the test," he went on. "Maximus!"
He hadn't raised his voice, but the blond vampire appeared almost instantly.
"Yes?"
"He's just one of many men available for you to choose from," Vlad stated with an arch smile. "All muscular, virile, single, and good for at least an hour before you'd electrocute them into oblivion."
I had a sense of where this was going, and I squirmed in my chair. Drop it, I thought warningly.
He ignored that, gesturing to me with his wineglass. "Now look at our guest, Maximus. Full lips, ice blue eyes, long black hair, and strong, shapely body. Beautiful, isn't she? So beautiful I'm confident you and several others in this house would like to fuck her, yes?"
I gasped at his bluntness. Maximus blinked, his gaze flicking to me and then to Vlad. "Is this a trick question?"
"Not at all," Vlad said, eyeing him with cool appraisal. "For the length of Leila's stay, all of my people are free to pursue her, if she's agreeable. Or, if she wants to skip the preliminaries and fuck one of you right now, that is allowable as well."
I could feel the heat rise to my face, but I wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or fury. Maximus seemed at turns uneasy and interested, like he didn't know whether to leave in case I was about to electrocute everyone in my rage, or stay and see if I demanded that he whip out his cock and get started.
"I have a question," I said, my tone bright although I was still seething inside. "Who do I have to screw to get any dinner around here? You have all these shiny plates but no food. It's like you're a terrible tease."
A little smile played about Vlad's lips. "Sorry, Maximus. Seems our guest has chosen other cravings."
"Or maybe I'm not into him or anyone else being ordered to service me as if they're sex slaves," I countered.
"He's not ordering me; he's telling me the normal rules concerning guests don't apply to you, if I'm interested."
Maximus stared at me as he spoke, and he'd dropped the formal vernacular he'd used in our prior conversations. Guess with this topic, formalities were redundant.
Then he looked at Vlad. "You want her. Why are you offering us this chance?"
"Because she's wrong about me," Vlad said with that infuriating sureness, "and she needs to realize that. Besides, in the unlikely event that she's right, then she's not worth my time."
I threw my napkin on the table and stood. "I'm done listening to this."
Maximus touched my arm. "Please, wait. I am interested. Before anyone else jumps into the equation, I want a chance." A hint of green flickered in his dark gray eyes. "Not to be too blunt, but working with Vlad doesn't leave much time for meeting women. Besides, you're beautiful, ballsy, and your abilities fascinate me. So if you're interested, too, I'd say yes, and it would have nothing to do with being ordered."
My gaze flew to Vlad, who continued to stroke his jaw in relaxed contemplation. You smug bastard, I thought, and then turned my attention to Maximus, torn between my anger over Vlad's ruthless manipulation and awkwardness because Maximus did seem genuine in his offer.
"It doesn't have to be sex tonight or nothing," Maximus went on. "Say you'll let me show you around the house tomorrow."
Again I looked at Vlad, but his brow rose as if daring me to decline. I cursed. This was what I'd wanted-an attractive, nondangerous man I couldn't easily kill asking me out. Vlad might be convinced that I held a special attraction for him, but I'd prove him wrong and have fun doing it.
"A tour sounds great," I told Maximus, sitting down again. "How about one p.m. tomorrow, or is that too early for you?"
"One is fine. I'll look forward to it," he said, smiling. He had dimples and they made his rugged features look younger, making me guess he was my age when he was changed over. Then he turned to Vlad, bowed, and left.
Silence fell on the dining room, broken only by the crackling sounds from the triple fireplace that took up the wall behind Vlad. I stared at him, silently assuring him that he'd made a huge mistake.
Finally, Vlad spoke, but it wasn't to me.
"You may serve dinner now."
The room was suddenly filled with half a dozen attendants, each bearing a large domed platter that had delicious scents emitting from it. But although the food they uncovered and placed on the table looked even better than it smelled, oddly enough, I was no longer hungry.