Bloodstorm (Heart of a Vampire) (21 page)

“
How kind.”

“
It’s not kindness. I think you’re honorable.”

Jordan dipped his head. “That pleases me, and is, I believe, a rare thing on your part.”

She shrugged again, not quite sure what to say to him.

“
You know, you are welcome to stay.”

Her eyes widened and she gaped at him.

Jordan nodded. “Shane is my friend. I see how the two of you feel about each other. If you wish, I would offer you independence from the clan, yet the protection of our territory.”

Which, if she wasn’t imagining his words, meant she would be welcome, yet unbound by politics. Still, in a way, she would be clan. He was offering her a home without strings.

Her heart thudded and she wiped her hands on her pants. For one precious moment, hope bloomed. But it faded as she came to her senses. She bowed her head to the King. “I thank you for your offer, but must decline.”

“
Why?”

“
You offer me this because of Shane.” She sighed. “But there is nothing for the two of us.”

Jordan winked. “There you are wrong. My offer stands, whenever you want it.”

She blinked and he’d disappeared. Damn vampire.

Shane’s truck rumbled up the drive and Niki stuffed the rest of her things into a suitcase, zipped it up, and fled down the stairs.

***

Shane felt Niki’s presence and thanked the gods she was still there. He hurried around the house and to the back door, just as she slunk out onto the porch. He cleared his throat, wondering if she could hear his thundering heartbeat.

She jumped with a squeak, spinning to face him. Clutching her suitcases, her wide gaze raked over him.

“
No goodbye?” he asked.

She fidgeted. “Thomas is dead.”

“
Yes.”

She looked around, at anything but him. “How’s your deputy?”

Shane’s gut churned at the thought of Chase. “He turned. Jordan is helping him now.”

“
I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“
Not your fault.”

“
Still...”

Silence filled the air, making it thick. It was all Shane could do to keep from grabbing her and taking her back into the house, making love until she was weak, then tying her up until he could convince her to stay.

“
So.” He cleared his throat. “Where do you plan on going?”

She blinked. “I’m not sure.” Her grip tightened on her suitcase. “I owe you thanks. I don’t have to worry about the Council coming after me now.”

He pushed past the painful lump in his throat. “You don’t owe me anything.”

She nodded. “Well...”

He bit out a curse, ripping the suitcases from her hands and throwing them to the ground. Drawing her into his arms, Shane devoured her mouth. He wanted her, needed her with his very soul, and he was damn well not going to pussyfoot around any longer.

***

His heat, his passion, surrounded Niki. It was insistent, filling her heart. Shane broke off the kiss and stepped back, breathing heavily. “You push the limits of my control.”

She didn’t understand why he’d kissed her. A good-bye maybe? His words echoed in her mind, Shane telling his sister to never trust an Arcaine. “I-I’ve got to go.” She reached for her suitcases again, frightened to her very core.

Shane grabbed her hands and rested them on his chest, over his heart. “Stay.”

She avoided his gaze. “Look. What you said to your sister earlier--”

“
Was bullshit. I’ve spoken with Glory and let her know how wrong I’ve been. How stubbornly blind.”

Her knees weakened and she nearly fell. His heartbeat pulsed beneath her palms, racing as fast as her own. “N-no. You were right. We have no business together.” She took a shaky breath. “It wouldn’t work out anyway.”

“
Why?” he asked softly, leaned closer until she had to stare into his glowing golden eyes.

“
Because you’re a Keeper and I’m a vampire.” And a coward, she thought. Then added, “I have nothing inside me to give.”

He stared at her. “I don’t care about the first. And, Lady, you have everything to give me. I want it all--your heart, your love. The Fates have spoken--”

“
The Fates,” she cried, struggling against his hold. “They are nothing to me and they can be damned. If the Fates had any care, my family would not have been slaughtered in the first place.” And she would have never fallen in love with a man she couldn’t have.

Shane pulled her to his chest, wrapping his strong, comforting arms around her shaking form. “Life happens, Darling.”

“
The Fates exist or they don’t. What have they ever done for me that I should be ordered about by them?”

“
If you had not been turned, I wouldn’t know you.” Shane leaned back, tilted her chin up. “The Fates may have started this thing between us, but it is up to you and me to embrace it, to help it grow.”

She sagged against him for the shortest second, then pushed away. “I can’t,” was her whispered reply. Could she? Did he really want her?

“
Who said I would give you any other choice?”

She looked away from him.

“
Do you care for me?”

It took every ounce of courage she possessed, but she answered truthfully. “Yes.”

“
Then stay. Let us see what we have together. I swear to you, even if you run, I will hunt you down until you agree.”

She glanced sharply at his smiling face. “You don’t know what you’re asking. I’ve spent two hundred years on the move, never settling down, never letting anyone close. It works for me.”

“
It worked for you then. Now, let me show you a different way of life.”

“
But--”

He brushed his lips over hers and she sighed as his warmth invaded her, refusing to give up.

“
Stay with me. Give us a chance. You should know by now I can track you no matter where you go. I swear, I will make up for the hurt my stupid words caused.” He took a deep breath. “I will never love anyone as much as you make me feel. I need you.”

Her last bit of resistance melted, leaving her feeling lighter than she could ever remember. She felt too safe, so right with this man. Almost, as if she had found a home once more.

“
Then maybe I should save you the trouble of tracking me down.”

“
Maybe,” he replied with the grin she found so irresistible. He drew her closer.

Niki only hesitated for a moment before reaching up to meet his kiss. She didn’t know what the Fates had in store for them, or even if she truly believed they existed. But perhaps, hope wasn’t pointless after all.

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Coming Summer of 2012

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Hungerstorm

Heart of a Vampire, Book 2

Coming Summer 2012

Chapter One

The woman chained to the steel frame bed hadn’t stirred in days. Soon, she’d wake.

Jordan MacDougal sat in the inky blackness of the basement, waiting. The dark room didn’t bother him. He could see as well at night as any mortal could in the sun.

He spun a wooden match between his fingers, turning it around and around, unable to tear his gaze from the bed. After three days, he still couldn’t figure out what exactly it was about Dalia Jensen that had captured his attention in the first place.

He should have let her die.

In the millennia he’d been a vampire, he’d only turned a handful of people. He regretted each and every one. Yet watching this woman wasting away in the overlarge hospital bed, knowing she’d been put there by a vampire the epitome of evil, Jordan hadn’t been able to stop.

She was so young. Only twenty-one according to her driver’s license tucked in his back pocket. And even in a coma-like state, her vibrancy drew him.

He forced himself to stand and stretch, to glance from the woman. His hands fisted and the match stick cracked. Sighing, he dropped the two pieces next to the candle on the table.

Yet, like a magnet, he couldn’t stop from looking over the woman once more.

Her white-blonde hair was short, curling to just below her pixie chin. Amazing to one as old as he, large stripes of it were bright pink.

In his time, women hadn’t painted their faces with make-up, or dyed their hair unnatural colors.

It was sometimes disconcerting to be faced with how much things changed over time.

The woman lay beneath a thick quilt hiding the curves of her body. Though the dungeon rooms were kept warm, the newly turned needed the extra heat until they learned control.

Screams of an old friend who’d been recently turned echoed through the walls, piercing the soundproofing. Jordan ran his hands through his hair, frustration snaking through him. Chase had been turned by the same vampire responsible for Dalia’s near death.

And like all newly turned, Chase was crazed with his bloodlust, even three weeks after his awakening.

Staring at Dalia’s face, he memorized the lines and curves. She would wake soon, only to face a huge change. Hunger would turn her, like Chase, into a ravenous creature needing to kill, to drink. His powerful blood would hopefully help the new vampire calm. And his duty every night was to be here, to feed her and try breaking through to the remnants of her humanity.

If she survived the final change.

Yet, once she became lucid, they’d have ‘the talk’, one of the duties being clan King he despised.

Horror and disappointment would fill her eyes as he explained what she was--and how her old life was forever lost.

This time, he’d have to add how it was his fault.

A knock pounded on the cell’s thick metal door.

Jordan strode across the room and slipped into the hall. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust from pitch black to bright light. He looked into a feminine version of his own face.

“
Fionah? I’m busy,” he said cautiously, unable to read which mood she was in this time.

His little sister grinned. “Aye, brothair. When are you not?” She swept her long, silk skirts back and headed for the door at his back.

He held his arm out, blocking her. “What do you want?”

Fionah raised one blonde eyebrow, her eyes widening. She giggled and Jordan realized she was a child today, rather than a thousand-year-old vampire.

“
To see your new pet,” she replied with a smile.

He sighed. “You know well she’s not a pet.”

“
What else then?” She twirled her skirts around her ankles. “You’ve not turned a human in hundreds of years. Why now?”