by V. Vaughn
Alexander grabs me around the waist and slaps his hand over my mouth like he did the night he and Sebastian fed on my friends. He says, “It was an error of judgment on my part, brother. We’ve been drinking, and I lost my head.”
What? Why is he so hell-bent on keeping us a secret from Sebastian? I squirm in Alexander’s arms, but he only tightens his grip as he says, “I fear Maggie had more than she should have, and I really should have turned her down when she kissed me. But. Well, you know how irresistible she is.”
He just threw me under the bus! Sebastian’s glaring at us, and he says, “Yes. I do.”
Fine. He wants to play it this way, then I will. I relax and pat Alexander’s thigh in a signal I’ll be good. When he releases me, I pretend to stumble as I let out a giggle. “He’s right. We were celebrating, and I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry.” I walk toward Sebastian and place my hand on his chest. “Would you like one too?” The moment I make contact with him, a zing of desire travels through me. I discover I really want to kiss Sebastian, and it makes me yank my hand back in fear.
Sebastian is not amused. He takes me by the arms and says, “Go to your room, Margaret.” I’m disappointed because I planned to give him a kiss he and Alexander would remember.
“Spoilsport,” I mumble as I walk away. If my heart could scold me, I think she would, because she fills me with a feeling of confusion I refuse to acknowledge. When I get to my room, I change into a silky nightgown as I wonder how long it will be until Alexander comes to me. I walk to the window and gaze down at the cliff to see if he and Sebastian are still there but discover they’re gone. I still can’t decipher why it’s so important for Alexander to keep our love a secret, but since he’s not going to tell me until after the tour, I have to find a way to stop wondering. I sigh and turn from the window to get ready for bed. And I turn my thoughts over to imagine Alexander’s hands on me later instead. My sheets are cool on my legs when I slither between my covers to wait.
I wake to the morning sun streaming in the windows and glance over at the other side of my bed. Alexander didn’t come to me. A vague memory of him whispering in my ear floats in my head, but the rest of it has slipped away like a dream you try to hold onto, and I don’t recall what he said. Cold air chills my arms as I remove my covers and get up. The sunlight is traded for gray when clouds come, and I glance out at the sky to see what appears to be a storm brewing.
A soft knock sounds on my door, and I turn to it with a smile, expecting Alexander, but it’s Sebastian who says, “Margaret, it’s me.”
I frown as I grab my robe and wrap it around myself before I open the door. Dishes rattle as he lifts a tray. “I brought you breakfast.” He’s smiling, and it makes me suspicious.
As I step out of the way I ask, “Aren’t you mad at me for last night?”
He sets the food down on the coffee table. “Of course not. You were celebrating the good news of your tour and the television show.” Steam curls up as he hands me a mug. “Even we vampires have been known to indulge too much.”
I sip on the hot liquid, and it scalds my tongue before I gulp it down. “Oh. Well, I apologize for throwing myself at you and Alexander. It was inappropriate.”
He waves his hand at me. “Say no more. Now.” He plucks at his dress slacks as he lowers himself to the couch. “Let’s talk about the tour. Shall we?”
“Okay.” I take the seat across from him and cradle my coffee between my hands to warm my chilled fingers as I tuck my legs up under me.
“I moved up the signings so that your first one is tonight in Portland. Afterward we’ll go to Boston, where I’ve I booked you and I a suite, with two rooms.”
Sebastian and me? “What about Alexander?”
Sebastian’s eyes widen. “Didn’t he tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
He sighs dramatically. “He flew out early this morning for LA. He’s going to be on site for the production of the television show.” Sebastian glances around the room as if he’s inspecting my level of tidiness. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to move a vampire across the country? Imagine buying a house when you can only view it at night.”
My throat thickens with the urge to cry. Why didn’t Alexander tell me? Is this why he didn’t want to tell Sebastian about us? Because he had no intention of sticking around to be with me? No. He wouldn’t. He loves me. I swallow hard before I ask, “He’s moving to LA?”
“Moved, Margaret.” Sebastian trains his gaze on me, and his vampire flashes in his eyes as he says, “Alexander has moved to LA.”
The vial Sebastian gave Maggie to wear brings more than protection…. Called by the Vampire - Part 3
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