Psychic Storm: Ten Dangerously Sexy Tales of Psychic Witches, Vampires, Mediums, Empaths and Seers

by Deanna Chase

  I clear my throat and try again. “Um, okay, but I don’t really have a formal seethe. I prefer not to have one. Haven’t you noticed that during your stay here?”

  “Yes, I have. I originally came to your inn to seek solace from an old pain. The peace of this oasis has enchanted me. I’ve been unhappy for a while and wandering for eighteen months. My family in Chicago, the Maggios, gave me permission to find a new seethe but none have appealed to me. Until now.”

  The questions in his cabin combined with his roaming of the property make more sense now, but I’m still not sure I know all there is to know about this man. Call me suspicious, call it trust issues, whatever—it has kept me alive for a long time and I’m not going to start doubting those instincts anytime soon.

  My curiosity gets the best of me and I’m dying to know what his real problems are. I itch to reach out to touch him and Rafe knows it. I don’t have time to get distracted though. My husband grabs my hand firmly and pulls me from Drew.

  Rafe speaks again on Drew’s behalf. “I think it is worth considering, Vivian. Do not answer too hastily.”

  Shock again! I certainly didn’t expect that response out of Rafe. My head whips around and I stare into his eyes.

  What am I hearing? You want me to take on more vamps here?

  It wouldn’t be the first time I was around a bunch of spoiled prima donnas. After all, I am exposed to quite a few in our place of work, my dear.

  His smug little rejoinder is an obvious reminder we do have vamps here all the time. It’s our livelihood, for crying out loud. I guess it never fazes me because they are transients, but to have another one here in permanent residence seems a bit much to take on.

  To allow one into our seethe means we have to discuss things as a group, it would no longer be just Rafe and me hashing things out. The idea of having someone here who may know what I can do is a frightening prospect. To open myself and let another vampire know I can control their thoughts and actions if I choose—well, let’s just say it hasn’t worked well for me in the past.

  Rafe pushes into my thoughts. That’s the past, my love. Take things a step at a time.

  Politics in a seethe are always a bitch to follow. I hate the backstabbing and the accompanying infighting. Which is why I haven’t gone off and rushed to fill the resort with other vampires who would live here permanently. I enjoy the lulls we get throughout the season. Right when I think a group has been here too long and I realize I don’t really like them, their stay is over and they go home.

  The only thing keeping me calm with the upcoming vamp, Asa, coming to stay was the thought that he’s temporary.

  I reach out to my spouse. I can’t deal with this tonight. Why is all of this happening at once? Don’t you question the timing?

  Well, it does make his pointed questions to you in the cabin a little understandable.

  I return my attention to Drew, slightly more composed now, I hope.

  “I will need some time to think on it. This is a very unique resort, have you noticed yet?”

  “Do you mean besides the obvious rooms on this floor and the screams I hear from cabin two? I figured the rumors of a Dr. Ruth-type vampire had to have some weight and I came to check you out. So far, what I’ve seen looks like a lot of fun.”

  “Well, Drew, I had intended to use you in the bar tonight if you showed up. Let’s consider this part of a test. Interested?”

  “Of course, my request is a serious one. I will do anything you ask. Name it.”

  Oh, that’s an invite too good to pass up. “I need you to do your best to please a woman named Olivia at the bar. Give her your undivided attention and shower her with affection. If she’s willing, you may even feed from her. She’s a companion and used to donating, but it must be her choice.”

  His eyes gleam in anticipation of the challenge, and he stands. “That’s it? Shouldn’t be too hard.”

  “Oh, no exchange of blood and no vamp compulsions on her, either.”

  He bites out, a little sharper than necessary, “I’m not into rape.”

  Interesting. He has scruples. This game in the bar could prove to work out much better than I thought.

  “I will be extremely impressed if you are able to pleasure her in front of us all.”

  The suggestion brings a smile to Drew’s face. “I’ll do my best, mistress.” He executes a small bow and rises with a mischievous look. “This sounds more and more like fun with each passing moment.”

  “The point is to make another vamp in her party jealous, not have her fall in love with you. His name is Antonio and I’ll make sure to point him out to you with my eyes when we’re in there, okay?”

  “Yes, sounds fine.”

  “Drew, I’m trusting you here and I don’t trust easily. This is a small task and it would behoove you not to screw it up.”

  Irritation crosses his face. It’s nice to see he has a backbone. “I’m not some uneducated rube who will treat the situation poorly. I know I must prove myself in this and I will not fail.”

  “Once we get Antonio riled up enough, he’ll probably leave. Either alone or with someone else is anyone’s guess. I don’t anticipate he’d challenge you for her; he’s still undecided on what he wants.”

  “Fine, I’ll meet you both inside. What will Olivia look like?”

  “She’ll be dressed all in red and has long blonde hair.”

  “Okay, got it. We’ll chat again later?”

  “Yes, but don’t expect me to have an answer for you about the seethe. I’ll need time to think. One last thing, Drew.”

  “Yes?”

  “You’ve only been here a week. Think long and hard about your request to join our seethe. There are no other vampires in it but me for a reason, and it is not because I let others leave if they are unhappy.” I stare directly into his eyes and try my damnedest to look mean and uninviting. “It’s a commitment for the rest of your afterlife—however long it may be.”

  The air hangs heavy with the blatant threat. Will it be enough to scare him off from his request? I can hope, can’t I?

  You couldn’t resist going all spooky and hard-ass on him, could you? Dria, the murder today proves we have weak spots in our security. Don’t scare away the only applicant!

  You know how I feel about outsiders—they are best left on the OUTSIDE.

  Drew smiles a big sunny grin at me. “Who would want to leave this paradise?” And with that parting remark, he turns and heads towards the east wing, disappearing beyond the French doors.

  A smile? Well, damn. That didn’t go as I’d hoped.

  I turn to Rafe. You think using him in a seduction scene tonight is a smart idea?

  It was a solid plan when we discussed it earlier. The request to join the seethe means he’ll give the task his all.

  Yeah…but…

  We’ll talk with him again after the scene plays out. Let it keep ‘til then.

  Maybe Rafe will let me touch Drew during our talk. Something’s up with that vamp. I sense it. I will find out by the end of the night or there will be hell to pay.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rafe and I stare at the remains of the table in front of us. I liked the piece and am kind of pissed I broke it. I turn to my lover. “What do you really think of Drew?”

  “It could be a genuine offer. With all we have going on right now though… who knows?”

  Yes, who knows? I take a deep breath to calm down. I have to project tonight to many different people at once and it will help if I can gather myself. This murder has me all over the place—I need to focus my mind. Letting off some power to Rafe earlier was obviously not enough. Yoga would help. Think I’ll do that when Rafe sleeps tonight.

  My husband and I proceed down the wide landing toward the lounge. We walk through a set of French doors into an inviting room that resembles a gentleman’s club. The space contains game tables and settees, comfortable clusters of furniture, and a fireplace on the far wall opposite us.

  The fir
eplace, set between two solid mahogany doors, radiates a soft, warm glow. The heat of the room wraps around me, dispelling the cold from the hallway. We walk quickly through the lounge, heading for the door on the left of the hearth. I spot a few of Salvador’s group and nod a brief hello to them in passing. They trigger images of the tearful Sheba but I don’t see her face among the ones clustered together over an antique whist table.

  Remind me later, hon, I need to talk to them. Right now isn’t good, but definitely tomorrow morning.

  Sure, shall I pencil it in your planner for you, too? Rafe says.

  He knows I don’t own one of those. I always misplace notebooks and that’s why I have several. I love my lists and checking off the little line items to show I’ve completed something. Gives me a sense of accomplishment and control. What every vampire craves.

  I choose to ignore his jibe. It’ll give him greater satisfaction to know he’s riled me. Rafe opens the heavily carved door; laughing voices rush to greet us. We enter into an Irish pub-inspired room and keep moving through the clusters of tables and booths in our beeline for the u-shaped bar on the far wall.

  The space is filled with guests and lots of employees known to be willing donors.

  Some of them are attired in the Goth come-and-suck-me style and others dress more normally. I recognize a few more risqué-dressed ones as well. I’m betting the scantily-clad ones will be heading to the attached nightclub next. So far, it looks like a great mix and guests will find something here to whet their appetites.

  Upon spotting us, the bartender, Charlie, sends up his usual hearty Cheers-style welcome. “Rafe! Vivian! What can I do you for?”

  Charlie always acts surprised we come in. His warm, open nature makes him a natural at the job and I’m glad we’ve got him.

  Rafe answers before I have a chance. “Hey, Charlie, pour me a Guinness then take your break. I’m sure you’re way past due.”

  Rafe and I like to take turns behind the bar. It’s a great way to talk to everyone and we get to have fun at the same time.

  “Sure thing, man, and thanks.” Charlie slowly draws him the beer in a frost-covered pint glass. He motions to the people in the bar with a tilt of his head. “We’ve got a good crowd tonight.” Rafe and I circle behind the bar, glancing around the room at Charlie’s words.

  Off to the left, Drew’s nestled in a corner booth by himself, nursing a red-tinged drink in a flute glass. Antonio’s perched on a stool at the bar alone, with an empty cocktail glass. Joanna sits with Liam and Francesca at a table, their bodies angled toward each other, heads inclined in conversation. Salvador and Theresa are at another booth in the back and I spot four employees sitting together at a table to the right as well.

  I wonder if the Natsuhara clan is in the club or if they haven’t ventured out of their cabin yet this evening. I bet they’re still busy. My mind drifts to the earlier visions in leather and I give a little shake to bring the present back into focus.

  Charlie finishes drawing the draft, places the drink by Rafe and takes his leave. “I’ll be back in thirty, okay?”

  “Yeah, see you then,” Rafe assures him and picks up his beer. “Thanks.”

  Charlie drifts to the table with employees to sit down. Good time for me to chat up Salvador about the murder and Sheba.

  I reach their table and clear my throat. They are so engrossed with each other I’m not sure he knows I’m standing here. “Good evening, Salvador, Theresa. May I have a moment?”

  Salvador glances up from his long stare at his mate’s bare neck and returns my pleasant smile. “Sure thing. Anything for you, Vivian.”

  “I need to talk to your people tomorrow. We had an incident on the second floor and I’m hoping they might have info for me.”

  “Incident?” He raises his eyebrows. “Nothing serious, I hope?”

  How much to reveal? Trust has never been my strong point. Ironically, I value honesty above all else. Everyone in this room who’s undead can hear our conversation, if they so desire. Best to err on the side of caution.

  “Yes, it is. But now is not the time to bring it up. We can discuss things tomorrow. I noticed Sheba isn’t here. Is she well?”

  “Not feeling her best, I think. We’ve had such fun-filled weeks here that some of them are exhausted.” His smile gets wider on some remembered memory.

  Knowing his penchant for pretending to be a recalcitrant student who must be punished with a cane, I hope he won’t go into details.

  “Glad to hear you’re all having fun. I’ll be by your rooms in the morning and chat with whomever is up and about. Thank you.” I nod a good evening to them and return to the bar.

  A quick glance around the room reassures me all the customers in the bar are fine, drink-wise. I look across the wood expanse at my next project: Antonio.

  Antonio senses my gaze and looks to meet my eye. “Hey, Vivian, I was just wondering if the blood special on the drink menu is worth the price.” He’s lost some of the cocky edge he had in the lobby. Good. Maybe my earlier tampering in his room shook him a bit.

  “The guests think so. How about this—if you buy it and don’t agree, I’ll refund you the cost.”

  Considering it’s my blood, what I really want to say is, “yes, of course it’s worth the cost, you fool.” But it isn’t good business to be obnoxious to the guests. The blood delicacy sells for a thousand dollars a shot. The suites at the inn run several thousand a night, so if he wants to know if the blood is any good, he sure as hell can pay and find out. The high price tag discourages the wannabes, which is really the point.

  I don’t need the young dumb ones, which are often a part of a large master vamp’s entourage, getting high on my blood and acting like fools. That has happened in the past and it’s not pretty.

  “Is it really blood from an old vampire?” Antonio asks. “It must be a hard commodity to come by, especially up here.”

  “It wouldn’t cost so much if we could get it easily. You decide.”

  Inside, I’m thrilled he may try it. It will make it much easier to send him the illusions later. I glance at my watch; only fifteen minutes ‘til Olivia arrives. If she follows my directions. I’d like it if everyone did what I said. But I can’t control all of them all the time—even if in the depth of my dark heart it’s what I desire to do.

  “Give it a try, mate,” Rafe encourages. “You won’t be sorry,” He, too, knows what the effects will be.

  “All right. But if I think I was robbed, you’ll refund the money to my account?’’

  I smile. “Absolutely.”

  Like that will happen. We’ve never had an unsatisfied guest. The initial shock of consuming old blood is enough to make them want to buy out the whole stash. Which, of course, we decline without restraint.

  “Limit is one per guest, per stay. No exceptions so don’t bother to ask.” I look straight into his chocolate brown eyes to make sure he gets it; he nods.

  He’ll still ask. They always do.

  “I’ll be right back. We keep the shots chilled in another room.”

  His eyebrows go up. Without a word, he watches as I leave the bar.

  I walk to the main landing and look around before going further. No one’s following me from the lounge and no one’s walking toward me from the other wings. I move in the blink of an eye to the hidden observation room on this floor. The concealed door closes without sound behind me. I listen for footfalls before proceeding to the mini-fridge under the desk.

  Entering the keypad combination, I open the door to retrieve the oldest container. It’s one of five flat-bottomed vials sitting in a holder on the top shelf. Retracing my previous steps with the same paranoid caution, I head back to the bar. Once behind the smooth polished wood, I take off the top and pop it in the microwave under the counter for twenty-five seconds on medium power to take off the chill.

  After the ding, I open the door, raise the vial and grab the glass. The red liquid is mixed with alcohol to disguise my scent. Can’t have
them guessing it’s mine.

  “Straight alcohol or a cocktail mixer?”

  “Vodka.”

  I add the liquor to a new glass, pour the blood in, then place the drink on the bar in front of Antonio. He downs it in one smooth motion. His eyes immediately bleed black, the pupil expanding to cover his whole iris, typical for a feeding, enraged, and sometimes aroused vampire. A gasp escapes his astonished face while he grips the bar for support.

  “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding. I don’t think I’ve ever had blood that old. Give me another.”

  He’s experiencing as close as a vamp can get to being drunk or high since turned. The warmth will spread through his body and his increased awareness will wrap about his skin with a prickly feeling. He may be able to sense desires or perhaps project a bit of his thoughts with a touch. These effects can be permanent if he had a lot more of my blood on a regular basis, but with so little, it will be temporary, lasting only a few days.

  I smile at him, having anticipated the request. “I know it’s tempting, but house rules. Can’t break ‘em.”

  “Wow, you’ve really got something here, Viv. This stuff is incredible!”

  “Yes, it is. Hey, now be careful with your increased strength. It can be hard to adjust to.”

  “Yeah, I bet.” Antonio reaches for his empty drink and his black eyes flash to mine. By the looks of his original glass, he was drinking a blood-infused cocktail. Another house special of employee blood mixed with alcohol. “I’ll be back to visit just for the blood. Unreal.”

  I laugh. “Good to hear! I knew you wouldn’t be asking for a refund.”

  He snorts. “I’d be surprised if anyone did.’’

  He must be a little punch drunk. He doesn’t look like the type who snorts when they laugh.

  Rafe takes the discarded vial and turns to rinse it in the sink.

  “Wait!” Antonio calls out. “Can I rinse the container with alcohol and pour it into my glass? It’s too good to waste a drop.”

  He’s not the first who’s had a slight freak-out when the vial is taken away, so Rafe turns back and takes the vodka from under the counter. “Is vodka again okay?” At Antonio’s nod, he pours a bit into the vial and puts the stopper on to shake it up.