vampires in america 7 - Aden (10 page)

The attitude was something he’d come to expect from modern women, something he didn’t consider to be a change for the better. But he was also minded of Raphael’s recent admonition, that
some
women had skills to contribute to an investigation, or, as in this case, information and contacts.

So, he didn’t take Sidonie over his lap, pull up her skirt, and redden her ass like he wanted to. At least not yet.

SID SNUCK A sideways glance at Aden as they made their way up the walk. Wherever he’d gone during the last few miles of their drive here, he was fully back with her now. She could feel his awareness of their surroundings like a faint electrical charge in the cold night air. He fairly buzzed with energy as they stepped up onto the covered porch. It was like the static charge one got on a hot, dry day. She expected to see blue sparks shooting off of him. Plus, she didn’t know how she was supposed to keep Dresner from seeing him once the porch light came on. It wasn’t as if he could hide behind a potted plant, after all. He was nearly as big as the whole porch.

Okay, so that was an exaggeration, but knowing that didn’t give her any better idea of how to conceal
 . . .
oh.

She stared at the place where Aden used to be, seeing nothing but shadow, even though she could still
feel
the static electricity of his presence. Frowning, she reached out and touched a hard-muscled arm.

“Aden?” she whispered, her eyes straining to see what her fingers told her was there.

“Control yourself, Sidonie,” he said drily. “Your friend is about to open her door.”

Sid snatched her fingers away. He was such a jerk all the time. Well, maybe not
all
the time. He’d seemed almost human for a while back there in his office. Better than human, actually. She’d never met a human male who was as seductive as Aden, much less one whose seduction she’d so willingly succumbed to. But then he’d turned off the seduction like a switch, which made her think it had all been a pose, just a game he played to see if he could get away with it. She figured he must have lots of notches on his bedpost. Maybe hundreds if he was as old as she thought he had to be.

The porch light came on, and the door opened, forcing Sid’s attention back to their current problem, which was Dresner. The prof was standing in her open doorway, giving Sid a curious look.

Remembering the ruse she’d used to arrange this late night visit, Sid painted a nervous smile on her face and said, “Professor, thank you for letting us come over so late.”

“You seemed upset,” Dresner said absently. She tilted her head and leaned to one side, trying to get a look through the screen door at Sid’s supposed friend. But the shadows Aden had wrapped around himself were too thick, concealing him while appearing to be nothing more than the natural shadow thrown by the yellow porch light.

“Could we come in?” Sid asked, nudging Dresner cautiously.

“Of course,” the professor said at once. “Where are my manners, leaving you out in the cold? Come in, both of you.”

“Thank you,” Sid murmured, trying not to show the depths of the relief she was feeling. What would have happened if Dresner had refused? Or if she’d phrased her welcome to include Sidonie only?

“Don’t look for problems,” Aden muttered against her ear. The concealing darkness dissipated as if it had never been more than a trick of the eye. He stepped up to her side, pulled open the screen door, and gestured for her to go ahead of him, looking all too pleased with himself.

Sid scowled over her shoulder. Had he read her mind? She knew that some vampires could do that.

“No, I didn’t read your mind. Your concerns were written on your face.”

“Stop that,” she snapped. The asshole just grinned and stepped inside, closing the door behind them.

Dresner had backed up a few steps, making polite room for them as they came through the door. But once she got a good look at Aden, she backed all the way to the open archway leading to her living room, her knuckles going white as she gripped the elegant molding.

“Introduce us, Sidonie,” Aden drawled, his dark eyes heavy-lidded as he watched the professor shrink away from him, her eyes wide.

“Professor Dresner,” Sid said obediently. “This is Lord Aden.”

“I know who you are,” Dresner said, her words defiant, despite her obvious fear. “You think you’re going to be the next Lord of the Midwest,” she sneered.

“I don’t think,” Aden responded dismissively. “I know. No one, not even your precious Silas, will stop me.”

“Arrogant bastard,” Dresner hissed. “You’re not fit to lick Lord Klemens’s boots. He was a giant, a genius. And it won’t be someone like
you
who takes his place, a masterless bastard from God-knows-where. Silas is his child and rightful heir.”

“The same Silas who has run twice from a stand-up fight? Who sends minions to kill me, while waiting in safety? That Silas? Silas isn’t fit to run a dockside blood house, much less a territory.”

“You think you’re so smart,” Dresner persisted. “But you’ll see.”

Aden took a long step forward, until he was towering over her.

“You’re right,” he agreed. “I
will
see. You’re going to show it to me.”

She glared up at him. “I’ll show you nothing. I’ll
tell
you nothing.”

Aden’s sensuous lips curved up in a confident smile. “Wrong,” he said softly. “You’ll tell me everything.”

Sid stared as Dresner’s defiant stance softened into something almost dreamy. Her entire body relaxed, her lips tilting into a peaceful smile. “I’ll tell you everything,” she agreed happily. “Whatever you want.”

“Did you warn Silas about me coming to the club the other night?”

“Yes,” Dresner said, nodding eagerly. “When Sidonie mentioned Silas’s name, I knew that’s where you had to be going, so I called and warned them.”

“And why won’t Silas meet me directly?”

“You’re so strong,” she cooed. “Silas is afraid. If my master Lord Klemens was still—” She cut off her words with a wince.

“Who is your master, Claudia?” Aden demanded. And it took Sid a moment to remember that Dresner’s first name was Claudia. She’d never called her anything but
Professor Dresner
.

“
You
are my master, Lord Aden,” Dresner responded fervently.

Sid tuned out their voices as Aden continued his interrogation. She was more than a little creeped out by what he was doing and how Dresner was acting. Aden had somehow taken over Dresner’s mind and was making her act against everything she believed in. He was quite literally making her a slave to his will. Would he do that to Sid, too, if she disagreed with him about something? Was this the vampire she’d thought would help her wipe out Klemens’s old slave network?

“Stop it,” she whispered, staring appalled at the simpering Dresner. Then more strongly, “Stop it.”

Aden glanced over. “Stop what?” he asked distractedly.

“Stop what you’re doing to her. You’re
 . . .
you’re stealing her will, enslaving her.”

Aden lifted a hand, halting the flow of information from Dresner. He gave Sid a sharp look.

“What did you say?”

“You’re forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to, things she’d never do willingly. That’s slavery, and that’s not why I brought you here, not why I sought you out in the first place. I wanted you to get rid of Klemens’s old slave network, not create your own.”

Aden crossed the room in three hard strides, until he was standing only inches away from Sid. He stared down at her, and Sid had to admit he was pretty intimidating with his size and dark glowering looks. But Sid wasn’t the now pathetic Dresner, and she wasn’t cowed. She glared wordlessly right back at him, getting up in his face.

“What do you know about slaves?” he demanded distinctly.

“I thought you knew,” she said, her glare becoming a frown of confusion.

“What. Do. You. Know?” he growled.

Sid recoiled, realizing abruptly that he was way more than pissed off. If he’d been intimidating before, he was truly scary now. She hadn’t gotten this far by scaring easily, but a little common sense wouldn’t hurt, either, so she answered his question and didn’t give him any attitude.

“Klemens used his drug network to bring slaves into the country,” she said calmly. “Chicago was his hub, his distribution center.”

“Claudia!” he barked, without looking away from Sid.

“Yes, my lord,” Dresner said instantly.

“You will tell no one of our conversation. You will cease all communication with Silas, or any other vampire, other than myself, is that clear?”

“Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord.”

“Right. You,” he said, locking gazes with Sid, “come with me.”

Sid narrowed her eyes irritably and didn’t move. “Where are we going?”

His scowl intensified. “What does it matter? You say you want Klemens’s slave network shut down. Then you will tell me what you know.”

“That’s not how this works. I’m going to expose his whole network for what it is, so they can’t simply set up shop somewhere else. I want in on whatever you’re going to do.”

“Not gonna happen, sweetheart. I’ll do what needs to be done, and when it’s over, I’ll tell you what you need to know. This is vampire business, not yours.”

“Not—” Sid couldn’t form the right words around the anger choking her throat. “The women they’re kidnapping and selling are human, Lord Fucking Aden. That makes this my business. And you wouldn’t have known any of this if I hadn’t told you about it.”

“Bullshit. I have my own sources. You just made it easier. Now, either tell me what you know, or go play reporter somewhere else.”

Sid stared at him in disbelief. What a total asshole. She couldn’t believe she’d been ready to let him
 . . .
Fuck. She couldn’t even think about what she’d almost let him do.

“Tell you what, Aden,” she said pleasantly. “Go to hell.” And with that, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the house.

Bastien was waiting on the porch, probably worried about his precious asshole of a vampire lord. He looked up questioningly when she banged open the screen door.

“He’s fine. I’ll see you later,” she snapped, then almost growled out loud when she caught Bastien’s quick look over her head. He was obviously checking with Aden to see if she was allowed to leave. She didn’t wait to find out. She didn’t need anyone’s permission, no matter what these vampires seemed to think. Reaching the street, she looked both ways, calculating her best chance of catching a cab.

“Don’t be an idiot, Sidonie,” Aden said from right behind her.

She spun around, fighting the urge to jump, but knew she hadn’t succeeded when she saw one side of his mouth curl up knowingly.

“I’ll give you a ride back to your condo,” he told her.

“No, thank you,” she said primly. She turned away from him and started walking.

“Have it your way,” he murmured. “But don’t blame me if Silas finds you.”

That stopped her. She spun to face him. “What?”

His thick shoulders moved in a careless shrug. “Dresner told Silas how she knew I was coming. Your name came up.”

Well, wasn’t that great? Sid pulled her cell out of her pocket. “I’ll call a cab.”

Aden strode forward until he was blocking the street light, and she was standing in his shadow. His deep voice curled around her. “Let me give you a ride, Sidonie.”

Sid swayed closer, then realized what he was doing. “Don’t you
dare
do that to me!” she gasped. “I am not some pathetic vampire groupie you can mesmerize into becoming your slave.”

“Be careful,” he warned her. “My patience is not unlimited.”

“The truth hurts, Lord Aden. Good-bye.” Sidonie turned her back on him and started off toward Clark and Wrightwood. There were a few clubs up there in Lincoln Park that had music seven days a week. She should be able to find a cab there, or at least she’d have other people to hang out with until one could arrive.