Luca's Magic Embrace (16 page)

As if reading her mind, he grinned. “Hello darlin’, as much as I’d like to join you, if I do I’m afraid we won’t get any work done today. It’s nearly three in the afternoon, and we’ve got an appointment with Ilsbeth at six. We’ll start with her, and then go from there. While you were asleep, Sydney stopped over and brought you a goody bag. Clothes, toothbrushes, good stuff like that. Anyway, she and Kade haven’t found any leads, but they’re on call if we need them. We have some things to discuss with Ilsbeth, including having a little chat about that rain making trick you did at the cabin.” He winked at her, sending a thrill up her spine.

“Okay, sounds good. I’m anxious to get this over with,” she said, using both her hands to apply the conditioner through her long mane. As she leaned back into the spray, her firm breasts pushed out toward Luca, beckoning him into the shower.

Luca raked his fingers through his hair. “You’re killing me. You know, I’m finding it hard to resist you, let alone wet and naked.”

She shot him a wry grin. “Then why don’t you join me?” She turned her face into the drizzle, wiggling her behind at him.

Luca adjusted himself as he blew out a breath. They’d never get anything done, making love all day. “Later, temptress. I’ve got brunch out here for you, courtesy of Sydney. Now come on and hurry up. We’ve got work to do.”

Samantha squeaked as she felt a firm spank on her butt cheek. She laughed and complied, turning off the water. She was hungry, and Luca was right. They needed to do research and get information out of Ilsbeth. She was tired of being a victim. Whoever was doing this had sorely underestimated her ability to fight back.

Eating a wonderful array of fresh fruit, beignets and bacon, Samantha listened to Luca tell her about the writing at the cabin.

“Hematilly Periapt? What’s that?” she asked.

“A periapt is an amulet. They’re usually made by someone of magic, like a witch, warlock or mage. So for example, if it was blessed with white magic, it would be used for something good, like protection. But I’m guessing that it has been created by someone using black magic, and has a nefarious purpose like hexing or perhaps a curse. To be honest, I’ve got no idea what it does or why someone would want it. But it must be pretty important to someone, given they followed you to Pennsylvania and burned down a building to try to get it.”

“But why would anyone think I have it? I mean, I don’t remember much of what happened to me, but I can tell you that I don’t have it. This is the first I’ve heard of it. I swear. I don’t even know what it looks like or what it does.”

“I’m not sure. But this has got to do with Asgear. He probably has something to do with this, or should I say, had something to do with it.”

“Can’t we just search his house? What about that warehouse Sydney told me about?”

“No. Kade and Sydney searched all his properties after the crypt was destroyed. He owned the warehouse in the business district, which has since been demolished, thanks to Kade. They also ran a search to see if he owned any other properties and came up empty. Now he may have owned or rented other properties under an alias, but so far there’s no evidence of their existence. The periapt could literally be anywhere in or out of this city,” Luca speculated.

“Well, I can’t just sit around doing nothing until we go see Ilsbeth. If this thing is real, maybe there’s something about it online. I know that the witches were in the process of converting some of their books over to digital versions, in case of flood or fire. Of course, I wasn’t allowed access to anything when I was at the coven, but I heard them talking about it.”

“We can ask Ilsbeth to let us see the books when we go there tonight,” Luca suggested.

“No offense, Luca, but the witches aren’t going to let a vampire look at their books. The one thing I learned in my week there is that they are very secretive. And since I didn’t agree to join their sisterhood, I wasn’t allowed in the library either. We can ask Ilsbeth, but I know she’ll say no. Don’t get me wrong, she can be very kind. But she also can be a tough as nails bitch. She does not bend rules, period. Besides, I think we should try a backdoor approach at the same time we’re playing nice.”

“What do you mean, backdoor?” He smiled at her, knowing she had something up her sleeve.

“Well, if they are putting all the books into a database, then we just take a peek,” she proposed. “You know, hack in and look at the files and then sneak out. I can do this, Luca.”

“Very impressive, tell me more.”

“I’m considered a ‘white hat’ hacker. That means I purposefully spend time trying to hack into systems to expose their weaknesses, so that I can help clients and our company. There are some folks out there who are considered ‘black hat’ hackers. They do the same thing, but they’re not doing it to help anyone. They might be stealing or just trying to cause trouble. There are other titles in the hacking world too, like ‘grey hats’ who break in and then offer to fix systems for a fee. Regardless, I’ve had to learn all kinds of hacking techniques when I’m testing. The only caveat is that hacking isn’t always as quick as they make it seem in the movies. If I can’t find a gaping hole in their system, I may need to try a few other tactics that might take longer,” she explained.

Prior to her abduction, Samantha had worked as a high level computer engineer for a large government contractor and was known to be one of the best ‘white hat’ hackers in her division; she regularly attempted to hack their own computer systems as part of quality assurance. If the
Hematilly Periapt
existed and its information had been recorded digitally, she could find it.

A business call interrupted them, and Luca took it in his office, leaving Samantha to work. Borrowing Luca’s laptop, she ran a search on ‘Hematilly Periapt’, suspecting that initial searches would turn up nothing. She had a hunch that this item was only known in supernatural circles and wouldn’t show up on poser sites. People who knew about the amulet were not wannabe witches or vampires. And whoever was threatening her and looking for this item knew that it held seriously potent power; they’d been willing to kill for it.

Samantha knew the coven had a huge physical library that she hadn’t been given access to yet. Ilsbeth had told her that she’d be given the key once she’d completed her training and had sworn allegiance to the coven. Rowan, a young but powerful witch who worked as the librarian, had befriended Samantha. Although she was kind during Samantha’s training, she had gone out of her way to tell Samantha to stay away from the mystical athenaeum. At the time, Samantha hadn’t thought twice to ask about the room, why she couldn’t go in there or what kinds of archives were stored within. She just knew that she wasn’t allowed to go in the library, and that there would be serious consequences for breaking coven rules. But now she wanted very badly to see what was hidden behind those doors.

The one thing that Rowan had let slip during tea one day was that the witches had started moving information to online storage, as it could be safely backed up. Critical data could be kept safe from all kinds of natural disasters and recovered easily. If for some reason their wards failed to protect the coven house, a fire could take out their library within minutes.

Contemplating where to search next, Samantha typed in the name of the coven,
Cercle de lumière Vieux Carre
, and waited. A single site popped up in her Google search and she clicked. A blank screen flashed onto her computer with two blank spots for identification and password. Knowing she wouldn’t have the identification, she’d need to obtain another witch’s security information, or find a weakness in their system. Samantha switched windows, and logged into her home server, so she’d be able to pull over the software she needed to hack in.

Within minutes, she ran a vulnerability scanner on the coven’s site. She was hoping easy in, but it didn’t show any cracks.
Damn.
“I’ll find your secrets,” she muttered to herself. “It may take a while, but I’ll get in.”

Picking up her cell phone, she moved forward with a typical ‘black hat’ hacker approach and called the hosting system administrator’s number that she’d been able to search out. Unfortunately for Samantha, they’d been well trained and had not given up the security information despite her name-dropping and helpful attitude. She had to give them credit for not falling for her tactics.

Being one never to give up, she decided to resort to her most reliable but time-consuming method for breaking into computer systems. She accessed both Rowan and Ilsbeth’s email addresses and sent them an email letting them know about the cabin burning and that she was looking forward to seeing them tonight. The email looked innocuous enough, but in reality she’d attached a worm to it. When opened, the worm would infiltrate their systems and attach a key-logging application with a Trojan horse to keep it hidden. The second Ilsbeth or Rowan accessed the online site, their keystrokes would be recorded and sent via messaging to Samantha’s iPhone. They’d never be any the wiser, and eventually Samantha would get the passwords.

She felt a little badly for taking advantage of their kindness, but she knew they’d never simply agree to give her access. It had been made clear that unless she was a fully-fledged member, she would not get access, online or otherwise. Knowing that having information on the
Hematilly Periapt  
was a matter of life or death justified the hacking, in Samantha’s mind. She would ask Ilsbeth in person tonight again for access, and if granted, she’d remove the software. But until that happened, she’d wait for the passwords to pop up on her hack.

Samantha shut the laptop and decided to go upstairs to look around Luca’s mini-museum. It was almost five in the afternoon, and they needed to leave soon. She peeked into Luca’s office and told him she was going upstairs to look around. He was on the phone, clearly listening, but yet he gave her the okay sign when she told him where she’d be.

Her breath caught as she entered the great room on the main floor. The tan walls were offset by the cream wainscoting; the entire first floor was richly decorated with both paintings and sculptures. Samantha resisted the temptation to run her fingers across the floral upholstery of a lovely French empire settee. Its mahogany arms were rolled and adorned with acanthus leaf carvings. She’d never seen anything so beautiful or intricately designed.

Samantha’s eye caught a spectacular oil painting which had been set in a sophisticated gold leaf frame. She studied the landscape, admiring the way the artist appeared to capture the sun’s rays.

“You like?” Luca came up behind her. Samantha jumped, but calmed under the touch of his fingers on her shoulders. “Paysage vers Canes-sur-Mer by Renoir. Lovely, isn’t it?”

“Stunning. I can’t believe you have all this stuff. No wonder you have such a serious security system. It’s like the Smithsonian in here.”

Luca chuckled. “All memories. Keepsakes. But I see nothing here as beautiful as you.” He released her shoulders to move over to the baby grand piano. He’d been accumulating all the art pieces for well over a century. Kade had suggested he needed a hobby, so he’d started collecting, piece by piece. “Some pieces are souvenirs. Others I just wanted for my collection. Kade said I needed to find something constructive to do with my time, immortal as I am, so I started antiquing. I live in New Orleans after all,” he joked.

“That you do,” Samantha said in amazement as she walked over to look at a marbled bust of a woman that sat on the hearth of the old fireplace. “She’s beautiful.” She touched the cheek of the marble and then quickly withdrew her hand, fearing she’d break something. “She must be a very important lady to command the attention of the room.”

Luca frowned. “She was…she was my fiancée, Eliza.”

Samantha’s stomach dropped. He’d been engaged. She had never thought that Luca might have been married. She silently admonished herself for being jealous of a dead woman. “Your fiancée? I’m sorry. I assume she’s passed.”

“Yes, it was a very long time ago. She was killed before I had the chance to marry her…before I was vampire. I had an Italian artist create this in her memory. Such a long time ago but the memories remain.” Looking out the windows to the gardens, he didn’t want to say any more about Eliza to Samantha. It didn’t seem the right time to tell her all the sordid details of how she met her demise. He felt he’d told Samantha enough of the truth for now. If and when they grew closer, he’d share the story with her.

Samantha resisted pressing him for details, realizing Luca didn’t want to talk about it. She knew what it was like to experience loss, and understood that there were times in life when you just needed to let things go. When he was ready to talk about it, he would tell her. She was about to tell him not to worry about telling her the details, when a tall gorgeous woman burst into the great room, looking pissed as hell. It took all of two seconds before Samantha realized the angry female was a vampire.

Glaring at Samantha, the woman bared her fangs and hissed. “You little bitch! I knew you survived Asgear, but I heard you’d left. What the fuck is she doing here, Luca?” she demanded to know. “No, don’t even tell me because I don’t care. I told you I’d get her back for what she did to me and now it’s game on.”