Kali Willows BUNDLE (Shadowed Desires Series) (18 page)

“I see.”

***

The loneliness that consumed him for decades had taken its toll. He rarely left his loft, even to feed. Decorated in a Victorian style, his home had once been a welcome sanctuary, but melancholy had snuffed out pleasure even in his lovely surroundings. If this didn’t work, he was going to go to sleep, and never wake up again—ever. A long-time, faithful friend had agreed to help him carry out his plan, but only if he first considered an alternative.

Contact Madame Evangeline and seek out another. Hunt for a distraction that would vanquish your misery for a night and give you a reason to reconsider your suicide mission
.

He’d promised nothing, but since their discussion he’d made a discovery…one that had added a promise of light to his endless, dark existence. While traveling on the astral plane, he had encountered a woman. For months, he had enjoyed beautiful, erotic nights that gave him renewed interest in life—hope for a happy future.

Then, a few weeks before, she’d failed to appear, and he feared she never would again. He should have taken her when he had the chance. His appetite had been sharp, but his faith in eternal love had been so long repressed, he’d hesitated—and perhaps missed his only chance at happiness with her.

Once again hopeless, he contacted Madame Eve. His friend would not help him with his ultimate solution otherwise, but what was the point in finding another? His true mate had disappeared. He could only try to feed his insatiable sexual desires and perhaps find an inkling of tranquility.

Despite his ability to control his thirst for human blood, his sexual hunger had become debilitating, especially in the absence of his late night rendezvous with
her
. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember her delectable smell, the sweet taste of her kiss, the exquisite warmth of her body, but to no avail. The memories faded. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed.

“Aldon, it’s Desmond.”

“Hello, my dear friend.”

“Have you had any success?” A brief attempt at sounding hopeful was fruitless.

“No, I was not able to locate her, it’s as though she has completely vanished. I am sorry for letting you down.”

“It isn’t you who has let me down. I let myself down by holding back when I had her in my arms for the first time, the only time. I knew that was the moment, and I didn’t take her.” He sat.

“You were honorable in your self-control; you fought the instinct to turn her before she knew everything.”

“Perhaps, but none of that matters now.”

“Desmond, when was the last time you fed?”

“I am not sure, I haven’t thought about it lately.” He cast a guilty glance at the half-empty shelves of the glass-doored medical refrigerator across the room, untouched for weeks.

“Desmond, you have to feed before seeing a human for a night of—your bloodlust will overpower you.”

“I have no appetite.”

“I wish you would reconsider,” His pleading words were offered with hushed voice.

“What will change in the next millennium that hasn’t changed in the last? I have no interest in immortality, not anymore.” Desmond grew tired of justifying his decision.

“You mean not without
her
?”

“It would seem so, my friend.” Irritation was soon replaced with sadness.

“I can’t believe it’s happening tonight.”

“That’s why I’m calling. Having fulfilled your requirement, I am ready to complete our agreement, in the dawn’s early light. I have reserved you a room in the Castillo Hotel, so there will be no need to delay.”

“I don’t think I can—”

“You can and you will.” Determination colored his words. “You gave your word, and in all the time I have known you, you have never broken a promise. I’m counting on you.”

“This isn’t right.” Aldon’s voice grew louder.

“What’s done is done; there is nothing left for me.”

“As you wish, but I will miss you.”

“Thank you.”

Chapter Three

Standing in the vast lobby of the hotel, Desmond reviewed Madame Evangeline’s confirmation email once more.

As you have requested Mr. Jacobs, you have been booked into the Castillo Hotel and Resort on Peaks Island in Maine. All of your accommodations have been arranged
.

Desmond put his phone away as he approached the concierge.

“Welcome, sir.” The cheery older gentleman rambled on about the hotel’s facilities, but Desmond was stuck in a dismal state with no eagerness about his evening plans, so the man’s enthusiasm fell upon deaf ears.

Sliding the room card into the slot, he pushed the door open. The breathtaking view perked his mood up dramatically. In all his long life, he had never seen a sight quite like this. Perhaps he was completing an unintentional bucket list tonight.

Dropping his overcoat on the floor by the massive king-sized bed, he walked through the clear, tubular-shaped room. Neon blue surrounded him, with magnificent creatures swimming all around. The underwater hotel was a remarkable destination. This view of under-the-sea alone was enough to make his last night of existence worthwhile. Nose pressed to the glass, he examined the sponge-like coral reef and colorful vegetation outside the window, the small schools of vibrant fish swimming by…. So much life, yet the room and all it offered gave such peace and serenity.

Taking in the rest of the astounding suite, he grinned at the hot tub directly across from the bed. No need for privacy here. Watching the sea creatures in all their glory while soaking in the tub would be a joy for his date when she arrived, even if that was the only bliss he could offer a stranger tonight.

***

Covering her graying skin with makeup seemed to make her look even worse in the mirror. The more she worked at it, the less real she looked. Feeling useless in her vain attempt at sprucing herself up, she called the hotel salon and asked for someone to come up to her penthouse suite and give her a makeover.

The knock on the door brought a sense of relief and she walked with weak legs to answer it.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice.” A petite brunette in a pink beautician’s tunic nodded with a pleasant grin and strolled into the room, a large bag bristling with the tools of her trade slung over her shoulder.

“Hello Ms. Thatcher, my name is Pricilla.” Approaching a small vanity by the window, she placed a white towel on the surface, and laid a daunting array of beauty supplies on the terry cloth. She tugged out the padded bench from under the table and Ambrosia sat, praying the woman could make her presentable.

“I can see where you were having difficulty; this makeup is much too dark for your creamy fair skin.”

Pricilla was being kind with her choice of words. Ambrosia knew her complexion was comparable to a corpse now. With gentle hands, the beautician wiped the unflattering makeup off with soft sweeps of cool, moistened cotton pads.

“There now, a fresh start.” Her bright eyes showed no shock or surprise as she pampered the sickly reflection that Ambrosia stared at in the mirror.

“I was trying to look a little more—healthy.” Embarrassment washed over her but was quickly gone as she watched the progress of her makeover.

“A little more bronze over these areas…there now, you look as though the sun has been kissing your skin.”

“Wow, can I keep you with me everywhere I go?” Ambrosia eyed her reflection in amazement, and then it dawned on her how silly her comment was. This was likely the last makeup she would ever wear. She blinked the forming tears away. “Thank you, Pricilla; you’ve done an amazing job.”

“Well, I think there are a few more things we can do to pamper you.” She pulled out nail polish and emery boards.

***

Taking a deep breath, Ambrosia tried to settle the insane butterflies wreaking havoc on her hollow stomach. Another dose of painkillers was helping, but not being able to eat made a mess of her already destroyed digestive system. Vertigo started to set in; the spinning imbalance sparked a wave of nausea and unease.

A rush of cold sweat started over her face and neck again, finally enveloping her entire body. She pulled her handkerchief from her purse and dabbed at the moisture, careful not to smudge her masterpiece of fake coloring.

When the door opened, she gasped in shock.

“You?”

“I can’t believe it’s you.” Dark eyes entranced hers.

“We met at the—I bumped into you at the fair?” Ambrosia clutched her tight chest trying to inhale.

“Are you okay?” Desmond took her by the arms as her knees buckled.

“I’m having trouble—” She forced the air in and out as panic started to set in. Was she losing control of her lungs?

He assisted her to the bed and helped her to sit.

“Ambrosia, right?” His voice grew fainter.

“Yes.” She tried to speak and everything faded to blackness.

“Thank you, Doctor. I will call down if anything changes.” His deep velvet voice was followed by the clicking of a door closing. She opened her eyes.

“What happened? Where am I?” Her heart raced. Everything was blurry–she couldn’t focus properly.

“Ambrosia, it’s Desmond. You came to my room and passed out.”

“Room three thirty three?”

“Yes, that’s right. How are you feeling?” With a gentle motion, he smoothed her hair back from her face and caressed her cheek.

“I don’t feel right, I can’t move my legs, I can’t see properly.” Ambrosia’s voice cracked.

“It’s okay, I’m right here.” Cold fingers wrapped around her hand.

“Desmond, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t, I shouldn’t have come, and I thought I could handle it, Desmond I’m—”

“Hush now. I know everything. I’m right here; you don’t ever have to be alone again.” His cool fingers trailed along her neck.

“I’m dying.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true. I had no business coming here tonight.” She struggled to rise, frustrated and embarrassed that her weakness was so evident. Couldn’t the universe spare her a little grace for one night?

“You don’t remember, do you?” He slid his arm behind her back, supporting her as she sat up.

“Remember what? The fair?” She stiffened, pulling away

“Well, yes, that, too.” He tucked her close to his side.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t recall anything else?”

“About what?”

“About me, about us. Ambrosia, don’t you know me?”

“Should I?” She strained to see his face better. His features blurred, but so close, she could see more than just vague outlines.

“Three thirty-three,” he whispered, his breath cool against her ear.

“What?”

“Three thirty-three has been our signal for months now.”

“Signal?” Her cloudy brain began to clear—just a bit—and a flicker of light shone.

“Every night, we met, you and I. I always sent you back at three thirty-three, so you would make the connection when you awoke.”

“I don’t understand?”

The coolness of his palm cupped her cheek as she fought off another flash of cold sweat.

“My beloved Ambrosia, why can’t you remember me? Everything we shared?”

“I don’t—where did we meet?” A wave of frustration washed over her.

“In our dreams, my love. You are my soul mate.”

Ambrosia’s chest heaved and she grew lightheaded. All the strength in her body drained and she lost control of her muscles and slumped over. Just as her doctor predicted, everything in her body was shutting down.

“Three thirty—thr—”

“Hush now.” He pulled her close and kissed her cheek, his arms wrapped tight around her.

“The gypsy told me, but I didn’t believe her.”

“What did she tell you?”

“That I went to you in my sleep, that we would love one another for eternity.” The gypsy’s words began to make sense—which worried her. “I thought she was crazy, why don’t I know you?” Labored breathing evolved into wheezing.

“Your body is weak; it’s using all its strength to function. Maybe you just didn’t have enough energy left to remember.”

“I wish I had longer. I wish I knew you—” The room faded to black.

Chapter Four

He laid her gently back on the bed, her eyelids fluttering, but her limbs limp. Terror overrode his logic.

A sudden knock pulled him from stasis and he stumbled to open the door.
Aldon
! He dragged his mentor to the bed.
Tell me what to do.

You have no other choice; you have to act now
. Aldon’s thoughts shot through Desmond’s head.

It’s wrong, she doesn’t know yet. She doesn’t even know who I am. I can’t change her unless she can make her will known
. He kept the conversation silent to avoid frightening her any more than she already was.

If you don’t change her, she won’t have any will left, she’ll die
. Aldon shot a fierce look at him.

From the end of the bed, he absorbed her sallow face, emaciated hands and arms. “She doesn’t have long.” Aldon’s voice shattered the silence of the underwater room, and Desmond’s heart jumped.

“If I change her without giving her a choice, she may hate me. You can’t take back immortality.”

“You can’t give it if she’s already dead, either.”

“This isn’t about me.”

“It most certainly is.” Aldon’s emphatic tone shifted to a fierce growl. “Tonight, I expected to end the life of my friend—my son. Now there is a chance you can be happy and I won’t have to endure this morbid deed. If you don’t change her, I will, for your own sake.” He moved from Desmond’s side to stand beside the bed.

She lay with her head dropped to the side, her pulsing jugular exposed, and Desmond quailed at the purpose evident on Aldon’s face, his looming posture as he bent close to Ambrosia leaving no doubt of his intent.

“No, you won’t.” Desmond’s lips curled and his fangs extended. “Back away from her, right now.”

“Then do it. Her pulse is slowing. Listen to her heart. It is going to stop any minute now.”