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The white-haired vampire sat in a club chair staring at Flo. I didn't have to read minds to know things weren't going well between the two of them. Which was fine with me. This yahoo had two strikes against him in my book.
"Where's Freddy?" I sat next to Flo.
"He left. Something about an appointment. " Flo wasn't exactly exuding enthusiasm. "He probably didn't like all this tension. " She glanced at the man sitting across from us. "Or the company. "
"Company, right. " I met white-haired guy's bright blue gaze. Hmm. He had some serious mojo going on. I blinked when I felt like smiling at him. He had a lot of nerve trying to whammy me in my own home.
"We didn't get introduced earlier. I'm Flo's roommate, Glory St. Clair. "
The man leaped to his feet. "Richard Mainwaring. Sorry I can't say it's a pleasure to meet you. " He glanced at Flo. "Maybe I should leave. "
"Maybe you should. Especially if you're going to be rude to my roomie. " Flo sniffed and lifted a white lace handkerchief to her eyes.
"Sorry, Glory. " He didn't look sorry. Then he turned back to Flo. "I never should have let you leave last night. "
"You couldn't have stopped me. " Flo rose to stalk to the door. She flung it open. "Leave. Austin. Texas. The United States. The world. " She laughed. "Oops, sorry, you'd have to die to do that and we all know that's not going to happen. "
"You're not as sorry as I am. " Mainwaring glanced toward the kitchen. Blade and Damian had stopped talking to give him the evil eye.
"I guess someone explained how we do things here, Mainwaring. You're welcome to hunt, but you must erase fang marks and memory. We want to keep a low profile. It's safer for all of us. " I glanced at Blade. "We've got enough danger around us without attracting more hunters. "
"I get it. Though I don't know why you think I'd do a thing like that. You've got the wrong vampire. " Mainwaring stepped into the hall. "Good-bye, Florence. "
" Ciao, Ricardo. Have a nice life. Or not. " She flounced back to the love seat and sat, crossing her legs so that her short skirt displayed a good bit of thigh.
Mainwaring was headed down the hall when an orange and white cat strolled past him. Thinking of Valdez and his cat hatred, I slammed the door then remembered I'd left the dog downstairs.
"Who's minding the store?" Damian handed his sister a can of Bloody Merry.
"Would you believe Derek? He wanted a job. To earn his own money. I could relate to his need for independence. " I felt Blade's eyes on me. At least he wasn't trying to send me mental messages.
The fact that he was still here, though, meant he and Damian had come to terms. What kind of terms? Was Blade really staying in Austin? Or had he handed me off to Damian? Like little Glory couldn't survive without a male protector. I glared at both men.
"I hope at least one of you tore a strip off of Mainwaring for sending Flo out alone last night. "
"Of course. " Damian sat next to his sister. "Though Florence is notorious for ignoring good sense. "
"Hah! You almost wept you were so worried about me. " She patted his knee. "I think our men are sweet to want to protect us. " Jerry walked over to stand beside me. I could smell him. Okay, I'm still susceptible. And, with his knees showing in his plaid, he was a Highland hunk.
"Sweet? I don't think so. " I eased away from Blade, but I could still smell him, that combination of old wool and male that had turned me on for centuries. A knee-jerk reaction on my part. I didn't want to go down that road again. I really didn't. But sometimes enhanced senses can be a curse instead of a blessing.
Damian grinned. "I can be sweet. If that means I care what you think. Tell me anything, Gloriana. Order me to do anything. I am yours to command. " He looked at Blade. "Not the other way around. "
"That's a terrific offer, Damian. I'll think about it. " I put my hand on Flo's shoulder. "You okay?" Flo covered my hand with hers. "I'm fine. I know you're anxious to get back to the shop. "
"I am. So if the knife throwing is over, I'll get back downstairs. Valdez is down there with Derek. "
"I'll walk you back down. " Blade opened the door. He was smiling. Of course he'd picked up on my sensory overload. He leaned down and sniffed. "New shampoo, Gloriana? I like. "
"Mango and grapefruit. I can't eat but I can smell. " I was babbling.
"Good night, Gloriana. Or would you like for me to wait for you here?" Damian laughed when Blade threw him a dirty look. I ignored him. "Flo, are you sure you're going to be all right?"
"Of course. I'll have a new lover by this time next week. " She sipped her Bloody Merry.
"It's not your love life I'm worried about. " I walked over to stand in front of her. "Look at me, Flo. " I waited until she did. "You had a near miss last night. You're bound to be shook up. "
Flo laughed. "I love your English. I must watch more TV. Glory, I'm not shook up or down. I'm fine. Go, work. Have a good night. "
"You could come down with me. "
"No, thank you. I have my brother here. And there is still something he and I have not discussed. " She quit smiling. "With Ricardo here, I forgot. But now I remember that I must kill my brother. " Flo gave Damian a look, reminding me of how mad she'd been the night before.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Block, damn it. I had to shield my thoughts from Blade. If he knew Damian had bit me without permission…
I looked up, a giant headache settling between my eyes. Blade didn't react except to give me a searching look. Hah! I'd blocked, but wasn't sure it had been worth it. The pain stabbed me again, the vamp version of a migraine. Damian jumped up and started edging toward the door. He probably deserved Blade's wrath, but I really didn't feel up to a resumption of hostilities right now.
"My sister exaggerates. A slight disagreement, nothing more. There will be no killing, but maybe I should hit the road. "
"You hit nothing, Damian, until Gloriana and Jeremiah have left and you and I have a talk. " For a little woman, Flo had a seriously dangerous look. Thank God she and Damian both blocked everyone as a matter of course. Blade was giving off the frustration vibe again and I could almost feel him trying to slip inside my brain. Boy, was my head killing me. But the block held.
"Fine. I only obey you now because you have had a near miss and you are shook as Glory says. " Damian looked resigned as he walked over to sit in a club chair again.
"Flo, don't you think it would be better if we just forgot about last night? I'm fine. You're fine. Right?" I don't know why I cared what she did or said to Damian. He grinned at me and Blade's hand on my elbow tightened. Okay, so I kind of liked being in the middle of a handsome-man turf war.
Flo gave me a tight smile and nodded. "Of course you're fine. Men are nothing to us. But Damian must listen to his sister's"—she gave him another murderous look, " concerns. "
"Right. But no killing, Florence. You'll mess up the apartment. See you later. " I glanced at Blade. His hand was firm on my arm as he guided me out the door.
"I'd like to know why Valdez let you leave without him. "
"I had to shut him in the stockroom. Some of the customers get nervous when he's around. He is a big dog. Not everybody's a dog lover. "
"Damn it to hell, Gloriana. How can he protect you from a storeroom?" Blade threw open the door at the bottom of the stairs.
"He must be by your side. At all times. "
Valdez and Derek met us at the door. The dog bared his teeth and Derek held on to the dog's collar like that was the only thing holding him up.
"What's happened?" I looked around the shop. No customers. Derek had a card in his hand.
"This. " His hand was shaking as he held out the card. "I didn't find it until the man left. He'd stuck it in the breast pocket of Freddy's gold suit. "
" This is big, boss. If Glory had let me out of the back room—" Valdez gave me a withering look—" I could have torn him apart and ended this thing here and now. "
I looked down. A business card. Expensive. Gold lettering. With a bold black signature at the bottom.
"The hunt is on. Westwood. "
"My God. Westwood was here?" I felt Blade's arm go around me and didn't object. It kept me from falling to the floor in a heap.
"You saw him, Glory. The man looking at suits. That was Brent Westwood. "
Chapter Nine
"We need a mortal to help us. "
Everyone stared at me like I'd uttered blasphemy. Have I mentioned that vamp men think they can handle anything?
"Why would we involve a mortal in our business?"
Blade really needed to change into different clothes. The plaid thing was like a red flag saying "I'm weird, check me out. " And of course Westwood had seen him before. My stomach knotted. No more talk. We needed action.
"A mortal might be able to figure out how Westwood is IDing us. " It seemed I had to spell out everything. "Maybe someone who could infiltrate Westwood's organization. "
"Glory's got a point. If we knew how Westwood made us as vampires, that would help us avoid detection. " Derek was still shaking and I led him to a chair.
Damian strode over to the door, flipped the dead bolts and turned the sign to Closed. He'd stopped on his way out of the building when he'd seen us gathered around Derek.
"We need a plan. Now that we know he's on to Derek, we can use him as bait. "
"Thanks a lot, Damian. " Derek put his head between his knees. "I think I'm going to throw up. " I rushed into the back room and wet a cloth. I laid it on the back of his neck. "Relax, Derek. No one is going to use you as bait. " I gave my macho vamps a stern look. "And that guy saw both of us. Maybe he knows I'm vamp too. "
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