Night Reigns (39 page)
“Oh, fuck off,” Bastien snapped. “You’re still just pissed because I killed Ewen.”
“Children!” Seth barked.
Marcus shut his mouth. As did Bastien. Seth didn’t take that tone often, but when he did, everyone listened.
“We’re done here. Chris will see to it that Dr. Lipton is protected. Roland, see if you can find Sarah and Ami. They’re probably in Chris’s office. Todd can show you where it is. Marcus and I will meet you all in the lobby in a moment.”
Roland did as Seth suggested. More out of a desire to be with Sarah, Marcus guessed, than a compulsion to follow orders.
Once he was gone, Seth closed the door.
Dr. Lipton’s brow furrowed with uncertainty. “Would you like me to leave?”
“No. Chris brought you on board, so you should be kept informed.”
“What is it?” Marcus asked. And why was Bastien still there?
“The vampire king videotaped the battle in which you were all tranqed and gave the footage to Keegan,” Seth announced. “Last night, when the vamp returned to Keegan’s home, the commander was there instead and pulled up the footage on Keegan’s laptop. He then cut a deal of sorts with the vamp.”
“What kind of deal?” Marcus asked.
Bastien said nothing, just waited, brows drawn down into a deep V.
“He promised the vampire king power and a new army if he would bring him one thing.” Seth’s dark brown eyes met and held Marcus’s. “Ami.”
Bastien swore. “He knows what she is.”
Dr. Lipton’s pretty face filled with dismay. “He must be part of the division that captured her. There were half a dozen immortals he could have demanded the vampire hand over, yet he chose her.”
Marcus speared Bastien with a look. “How do
you
know what she is?”
you
know what she is?”
“I was confined to Seth’s estate in England right after he rescued her.” He motioned to his ears. “Hello? Hyperacute hearing ring a bell?”
“He won’t betray her,” Seth stated.
“Are you sure he hasn’t already?”
Bastien’s face darkened as he took a step forward.
Marcus wasn’t sure whether the restraining arm Seth threw out stopped him or the hasty step backward that Dr. Lipton took.
“We need to circle our wagons,” Seth continued.
“Marcus, I want you and Ami to stay at David’s place for a while, perhaps until we can locate the commander.”
“Maybe you should take her back to England,” Bastien suggested.
Dr. Lipton nodded. “They would have no idea she had left the country, no way to trace her.”
Seth looked at Marcus. “Feel like taking an extended trip home?”
“Wherever she goes, I go,” he responded.
Seth nodded. “Talk to her about it. It’s her decision.”
“Ami.”
Marcus’s deep rumbly whisper lured her from slumber.
“Aaamiii,” he singsonged. “Wake up, my love.”
Smiling, she rolled onto her back and drew her arms over her head in a joint cracking stretch.
A low growl filled her ears. “Damn, you tempt me, woman.”
Her smile widened into a delighted grin as she opened her eyes.
Marcus sat on the bed next to her, his hip touching hers, and braced his hands on the mattress. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
She cupped his face in her hands, drew her thumbs over his smooth cheeks. “
You’re
beautiful.” She took in the neatly combed long hair—still damp—and pouted up at him. “You showered without me. You know how much I like lathering you up.”
You’re
beautiful.” She took in the neatly combed long hair—still damp—and pouted up at him. “You showered without me. You know how much I like lathering you up.”
An amber glow entered his warm, brown eyes. “You
lathered
me up many times this morning, and I loved every minute of it.” He started to lean down, then closed his eyes and launched himself from the bed.
lathered
me up many times this morning, and I loved every minute of it.” He started to lean down, then closed his eyes and launched himself from the bed.
Ami raised herself onto her elbows. “Don’t I even get a good afternoon kiss?”
He shook his head, visually devouring the pale breasts bared when the sheets fell to her waist. “If I kiss you, I’ll touch you. And if I touch you ... we won’t leave that bed or this room until sunset.”
She winked. “Sounds good to me.”
With another moan, he turned away and retrieved a large box from the chair near the door.
This room, the Quiet Room at David’s home, had become their new bedroom the day they had taken down the vampire king. Marcus had suggested it, concerned for her safety with the commander still running around loose.
Ami had been reluctant to leave Marcus’s home. The quiet. The privacy. The not having to deal with strangers dropping by at all hours.
And, for Marcus, the lack of spirits or ghosts.
Slim hadn’t been thrilled with the move either and spent most of his time hiding in the basement.
But Ami had offered no protest. It was either this or move to England. And she didn’t want to leave North Carolina. She didn’t want to live so far away from Seth, David, and Darnell, Sarah and Roland, Sebastien, Chris, Lisette, and her brothers. She had felt so alone for so long, had missed having a circle of friends with whom she could relax and laugh and shoot the breeze, had missed feeling like she was a part of something with a purpose, a goal.
All of that she had miraculously found here with these wonderful men and women who would sacrifice everything for each other. And for her.
Though only a few of them knew the truth of her identity, all knew the commander was gunning for her. And all worried for her safety as though she were family. Marcus more than anyone else. So, if he could cope with ghosts slipping from the shadows and startling him, she could cope with the uneasiness that assailed her when Seconds and immortals she had never met before stopped by.
“I brought you something,” Marcus said and placed the white box, adorned with a large red bow, on her lap.
Ami noticed then that he wasn’t wearing the usual long-sleeved T-shirt and cargo pants in which he hunted. He had replaced them with black slacks and a black dress shirt.
“You look very handsome,” she said. “But then you always do. Why are you so dressed up?”
“I have a surprise for you.” He leaned down and stole a quick kiss. “Open this, then get dressed and meet me upstairs. I’ll be in the study.”
An air of excitement hovered around him.
“Okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
He gave her another brief kiss, accompanied by a boyish grin, and left the room.
Ami opened the large box, peeled back the white tissue paper, and stared at the dress inside with wide eyes. Grasping the slender black straps, she scooted out of bed and held it up.
When was the last time she had worn a dress?
The day she had arrived on Earth. And that dress had been Victorian in its modesty and almost military in its function. Nothing like this one that would leave her arms and shoulders bare and fall so elegantly to the floor.
Eager to don her gift, Ami laid it on the bed and raced for the shower.
Marcus paced from one end of the spacious study to the other.
Lounging behind his desk, David read the latest Stephen King novel. Seth and Darnell, sprawled in two of the three chairs across from it, turned to the side so they could monitor Marcus’s progress.
Though they made a stray smart-ass comment here or there, Marcus paid little attention and didn’t rise to the bait. He paused to shift a large pot overflowing with a peace lily full of snowy blossoms an inch to the right, centering it on the reading table. His hands stilled. “Oh crap. I forgot shoes.” He stared at Seth in dismay. “I didn’t buy her shoes!”
“I’ll take care of it.” Seth vanished.
Relieved, Marcus sank down in the chair on Darnell’s other side.
The younger man grinned. “You look like a kid on Christmas morning.”
Marcus smiled. “I feel like one.” He shook his head. “Damned if she doesn’t make me feel like I’m your age again.”
“Dude, I’m twenty-seven. I’m not a kid anymore.”
Both Marcus and David laughed.
David set his book aside and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the smooth mahogany surface. “How is she doing, Marcus? The nightmares seem to be lessening in frequency.”
Darnell sobered. “Ami’s having nightmares?”
Marcus frowned at David. “How did you know?”
“She calls out telepathically.” Just as she had during her captivity. “But now,” David went on, “she calls out for you.”
Marcus wished that she didn’t cry out at all, that the nightmares would leave and never return. “She didn’t have one this morning.” Probably because they had slept very little. Now that Ami knew all she had to do to crank him up was whisper what she wanted to do to him—or what she wanted him to do to her—in his head, they spent many, many long hours making love, doing everything he had ever fantasized about.
David winced. “Damn it, Marcus. She’s like a daughter to me.”
He frowned. “Well, stay out of my head.”
“What’d I miss?” Darnell asked.
“You don’t want to know,” David murmured.
Seth popped back in. “Done. The shoes are waiting for her in the hallway, just outside the Quiet Room.”
“Thanks,” Marcus said.
Seth sank into the chair he had occupied earlier.
A door opened downstairs.
Marcus’s heart leapt, slamming against his ribs as he rose.
“Oh,” he heard Ami say, a soft exclamation of pleased surprise.
He smiled at Seth.
Seth smiled back as he and the others rose and moved to stand at Marcus’s side.
Ami’s light footfalls, normally silent, made tapping noises as she approached.
When she stepped into the doorway, Marcus lost his breath and, for many long moments, could only stare.
Her hair was its usual mop of fiery curls, a fetching contrast to the elegant formality of her gown.
Marcus swallowed. She had left it natural for
him.
He much preferred it to stiff, hair-sprayed perfection and had told her often how much he enjoyed burying his face in the silky tresses and combing his fingers through it.
him.
He much preferred it to stiff, hair-sprayed perfection and had told her often how much he enjoyed burying his face in the silky tresses and combing his fingers through it.
The black gown left her slender shoulders bare. He had chosen black to reinforce her inclusion in their makeshift family, and it offered a beautiful contrast to her pale, perfect skin. The bodice molded to her full breasts, providing only a hint of cleavage. (More than once, she had expressed her astonishment over how much flesh women routinely exposed here on Earth. On Lasara, women’s clothing was far more conservative, tantalizing without
exposing the goods,
as she put it.) The dark material hugged her narrow waist, clung to her hips, then flared out in a wealth of material that fell to her ankles, giving him only a glimpse of the black, high-heeled shoes Seth had fetched for her.
exposing the goods,
as she put it.) The dark material hugged her narrow waist, clung to her hips, then flared out in a wealth of material that fell to her ankles, giving him only a glimpse of the black, high-heeled shoes Seth had fetched for her.
She was so beautiful Marcus couldn’t find his voice.
Ami had to work hard not to gape when she reached the study. Marcus, Seth, David, and Darnell all wore stunning black suits, black shirts, black ties, and black dress shoes. David’s long thin dreadlocks were drawn back with a leather tie into a soft mass that fell to his hips. Seth’s wavy tresses were similarly bound, the ends brushing his waist. Darnell’s smooth-shaven head gleamed beneath the overhead lights. And Marcus ...
Marcus’s hair was tamed and confined in a tail, too, the sable softness shining against the material of the jacket he had donned since leaving her. A tie lay neatly knotted at his collar.
He was nothing short of gorgeous. All of them were. If they went out like this, they wouldn’t be able to hunt vampires because they would be fighting off the women in droves!
But Marcus most of all. He was the one who sent her heart soaring and sped her pulse. He was the one who had sparked white-hot passion within her, inspired her to find a strength she had thought never to possess again, and lit her life with laughter and teasing.
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