Of course, that’s when Gregor showed up.
Water rushed all around me, too thick to swim in. How did I get in the ocean? Why couldn’t I swim? Where was everybody?
“Somebody help!”
My cry went unanswered. The water seemed to be pulling me under. I gasped, choked, and felt the burning of it in my lungs. This was how I was going to die. Alone and drowning. Funny, I’d always thought I would die in a fight…
“Take my hand.”
Blindly I reached out—and then realization hit me and I yanked my arms back.
“Damn you, Gregor, leave me alone!”
He materialized in front of me, floating right above the water. An invisible wind blew his ash-blond hair, and those smoky green eyes were glowing emerald. The waves lapped at his feet, but they didn’t suck him in. That relentless undertow was only for me.
“You’re nothing to Bones but an unwanted burden now. How does it feel, knowing what he’d rather be doing and all the women he’d rather be with doing it with?”
“There’s one less of those now, isn’t there?” I snapped, trying to keep my head above that thick water.
“Oui, that was unexpected. You shall regret it, mon amour. Come to me now, and you may spare the others my wrath.”
“No dice, Gregor. The only way you’re getting me is dead.”
“Why do you do this,” he shouted, giving up his false calm. “I offer you everything, and you’d rather be the whore of a whore!”
Something was in the water with me. It felt like hands wrapped around my ankles, pulling me down. Maybe Gregor could actually kill me in my sleep. After all, Patra nearly had.
“Because I’m happier being a whore’s whore than being with you.”
After I said it, I quit fighting. I let myself sag and the water closed over my head. In a weird way, it felt like being flushed, because all of a sudden I was moving downward very fast and then—
“Wake up, Catherine!” Bones was shaking me.
Instinctively I coughed, but there was no water in my lungs. I was in bed, and the only thing wet on me was my own sweat.
“I’m awake,” I croaked
Bones released me, and that’s when I noticed that my cheek stung. Guess he’d been doing more than shaking me.
“You said no more beatings,” I joked to take the edge off how rattled Gregor’s dream had made me.
Bones let out a relieved laugh.
“Made me break a promise right quickly, didn’t you? Charles told me what it would look like if Gregor connected to you in your sleep, but it’s the damnedest thing to see it. It’s like you’re dead, only I can hear your heart beating.” Bones leaned closer, brushing away the fine sheen of sweat from my brow. “This is Gregor’s doing, isn’t it? Despicable filth.”
“I’m okay.” I sat up, pulling the covers over me where I’d kicked them away.
He watched without blinking. “You were crying out that you were drowning. That’s very far from okay.”
A glance at the clock showed that it was close to five in the morning. “He can’t try it again today. It takes a few days before he’s strong enough to make another go at me, so I’m fine. Really.”
Bones slowly moved away, not taking his eyes off me. It made me flash to how long it had been since we’d been in bed together. Weeks? More? Cowardly, I shut my eyes, hugging the pillow to my cheek as if I were exhausted.
“You can go back to bed, Bones. As I said, I’m fine.”
Nothing but loaded silence for a moment, then finally I heard him get up and leave, closing the door behind him.
I opened my eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. Damn Gregor, and damn me for being a fool who’d let him dream-snatch me before. What I wouldn’t give to take it all back and not have gone with him that day. Bones—the old Bones—had been right. I shouldn’t have cared about my lost memories. It wasn’t like they’d also stolen my strength and left me dangerously vulnerable as Bones’s lost memories had done. Who would have guessed that one day he’d need Gregor’s blood to unlock what was stolen from his mind? Too bad I hadn’t packed an extra vial of Gregor’s blood for the road when I drank from him that day…
“That’s it!”
I vaulted out of bed, my mind racing from a sudden surge of hope. I’d drunk Gregor’s blood. Was enough of it still in my system to help Bones?
I went straight into Bones’s room without knocking. He was just settling himself into bed, and in my excited state, I plowed ahead with no forethought.
“Eat me, quick. It might not be too late!”
Instead of going for my neck, Bones whisked me onto the bed and yanked my pajama bottoms down.
“What is your problem?” I gasped, slapping him. Then I pulled my pants back on. He’d had them off in a blink.
Bones sat on his haunches and touched his face in disbelief. “What’s yours, luv?”
All of a sudden, I realized his translation. Instead of being apologetic, I was incredulous. “I meant eat me as in bite me. Wow, you don’t even know me, but you’d just… just dive right in, huh? Come on, a virtual stranger stomps in here and says ‘eat me’ and you don’t even protest? You should’ve demanded a hand job at least!”
Bones just gazed at me and then dropped his hand from his cheek. “You confuse me, Catherine.”
That deflated some off my huffiness. Well, that and the way the sheets barely covered his lap.
“Are you naked?” I asked before catching myself.
He regarded me with suspicion. “Is this another trick question?”
“No, never mind. Look, here’s what I meant—drink my blood. I had Gregor’s blood a couple of weeks ago, so some of it might still be in me. Maybe enough to make a difference. Get it?”
Bones’s expression hardened and he gestured to me with an impatient swipe. “Come here.”
Oh, now he was all business.
“I can’t believe you would have let me order you to munch on me,” I grumbled, circling the bed to sit by him.
His hand shot out, pulling me closer. “Considering what you overheard the other day, I reckon it’s the least I could do.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond. His mouth went to my throat, I felt his tongue seeking out the right spot, and then he bit.
The warmth hit me almost immediately. Bones’s arms supported me, sensing when my spine went to jelly. Deep, steady suctions curled my toes while heat cascaded through me. I knew I was making little gasping sounds, but damned if I could help it. This didn’t just feel hot, good, and sensual. It felt necessary. Like if he didn’t drink me, somehow I’d be the one who was left starving.
I moaned his name, reaching up to touch him. He caught my hands, holding them to my sides while he drew away and closed the punctures with his blood. I swayed without his support, glad I was sitting or I might have fallen over.
“Bones?” I made his name question this time, not an exhalation of enjoyment.
“It didn’t do anything, Catherine. Best you leave now.”
He looked away when he said it, his shoulders rigid. Everything about him was distant and almost angry.
I got up, cursing myself for not thinking of trying this sooner. What if a couple of more days would have made all the difference?
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and returned to my room as fast as I’d left it.
***
The next morning, I woke up to find that Bones was already gone. After breakfast, I gave Denise a hug and told her there was something I had to do. Then I marched to the stables and grabbed a shovel.
About fifteen minutes into cleaning the first stall, a teenage boy with freckles and brown hair came running in the stable.
“Stop!”
This I’d expected. “What’s your name, kid?”
“Uh, people just call me Pony.”
“Pony? Call me Red. I’m House, right? So as House, I get to do certain things. Today I’m going to clean out these stalls and then exercise and rub down the horses. I
s that your job?”
“Uh-huh.” He chewed his lip nervously.
“Take the day off, Pony. If anyone gives you trouble, send them to me. You can’t talk me out of this, so don’t bother. Now be a good kid and point me to the feed, okay? Don’t worry; I know what I’m doing.”
Eight blissful hours of labor later, I felt better. Finally I’d done something productive. The stalls were sparkling although I was covered in dirt, manure, sweat, and straw. Pony had hung around most of the day, trying not to be noticed. Maybe he was afraid I’d screw something up and was preparing for damage control. I gave him a wave when I went into the house, laughing to myself at his dumbfounded expression.
Yeah, kid. Chicks can do the same things boys can.
I took my time in the shower to get the stench of the stalls from me. Then I pulled my damp hair into a ponytail and put on jeans and a comfortable shirt. When I went downstairs, I was in a much better mood. And hungry. Spade and Denise were in the lounge sipping sherry, looking sophisticated even in these rural surroundings.
“Who do I ask to get a burger and some french fries? Oh, and a milkshake.”
Spade gave me a mocking grin. “Not going to insist on peeling the potatoes, milking the cow, and churning the ice cream yourself? You must be knackered.”
“You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl,” I said tartly, refusing to let him ruin my mood. “Want to check under my fingernails to see if I missed some dirt?”
“I shouldn’t wonder if you did.” He gestured to a computer across the room. “It’s for in-house use. Type what you want and when you want it. They’ll send it up.”
“Thanks.”
Forty minutes later, I was devouring my second burger. Yep, the first one had been that good. Instead of another milkshake, I drank a Coke. Since Denise and Spade probably wanted some time alone together, I let them be and ate on the balcony. I’d just settled back and let out a contented burp when Bones’s voice almost made me leap out of my skin.
“Hello, Catherine.”
My plate skidded across the floor from my jump. “Holy hell, when did you sneak in here?”
Bones bent for the dish even as I hurried to do the same. His fingers brushed mine when each of us grasped it. I let go first, that cursed awkwardness setting in again.
“Ah, thanks. Don’t know why I’m so jumpy. And I guess I should apologize for the truck-driver burp. Charming, huh?”
He set the plate down and his mouth twitched. “Actually, it was. It’s the first time I’ve seen you relaxed. My apologies for startling you. Mencheres and I walked the last few miles back; that’s why you didn’t hear the car.”
I had no idea what to say. After last night’s babble fest, then my seriously misinterpreted directive, maybe silence was the best option.
Bones sat down on a nearby chaise lounge. I picked the one across from him and sat.
At that, he vacated his spot and sat next to me, an arched brow daring me to move. “We can do this all night.”
I laughed at the idea of playing musical chairs with a vampire about to hit his bicentennial birthday. “Just to see Spade’s face, we should.”
He laughed as well, an easy chuckle that doused me with nostalgia. His hand found mine and I squeezed back out of habit until reality made me pull away.
Or try to.
His fingers tightened, not letting me go. “We can do this all night too, but really, can’t you let me at least hold your hand?”
“God, Bones, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
The words escaped in a moment of truthful frustration. Now I really tried to get away, but that made him coil his arms around me.
“Stop. I told you that you smelled familiar. You feel familiar as well, and right now, that’s all I have to go on.”
I stopped squirming. Bones leaned back, maneuvering me until I was cradled by his arms and legs. His chest was my support, and he propped another pillow under him before making a satisfied noise.
“Much better. Are you comfortable?”
I was. My back fit into his chest and his leg dangled off the lounge as it had the many previous times he’d held me like this. The familiarity plus not having to look at him helped quell my awkwardness.
“I’m not making this any easier on you, am I?” I murmured. “You’d be so much better as the spouse of the amnesia sufferer. I’m screwing things up seven ways to Sunday.”
“No, you’re not, and please quit cataloguing your faults. I don’t care if you belch, never wear makeup, chew with your mouth open, or scream profanity in church. Loyalty and honesty, as I told you, are the only two qualities I bother about.”
“So it would have been fine if I had been sixty, zaftig, and with a spine like a question mark?”
His snort of laughter tickled my ear. “Yes. Though I would have needed to research the best way to shag you.”
I elbowed him. “You probably already know.”
Another snort. “A gentleman never tells.”
“If I marry one, I’ll remember that.”
My dry comment only made him laugh again. The way his breath kept hitting my skin sent pleasant shivers through me, and I didn’t think it was an accident.
“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Of course.”
He sounded even more amused. If it were an English term, he probably would have followed it up with duh.
“Save your breath, I’m not sleeping with you yet. Getting to know someone before you find their G-spot is probably a new experience for you. At least this way I’ll be original.”
Now his laughter didn’t hit my neck, because he threw his head back to let it out without restraint. “Don’t fret, Catherine. Even if you weren’t my wife, you’d still be an original, but please, tell me all about yourself. I wanted to know everything anyway, but that infinitely lovely ‘yet’ makes me even more anxious.”
“You shouldn’t be in such a rush.” This topic was starting to make me antsy again. “After all, I might suck in bed.”
“Be still my nonbeating heart.”
It took me a second, then I elbowed him again. “I’m serious. I suppose we should discuss it though, so, ah, something doesn’t come up at a bad time…” I tried to find the right words without blushing.
“I suppose I was very hard to please?” he asked wryly. “Berated you if I wasn’t satisfied, did I?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then why do you believe I would now?”
Too late, I saw the trap. Aw, hell, how to explain?
“Don’t take this the wrong way. You… you loved me. Even the first time, when I didn’t know anything, you loved me and it… it meant you were grading on a wide curve, okay?”
“Ah.” A pause. “Was I your first?”
This was a very personal topic, but it was about him too. Even if he didn’t remember.
“My second, but I don’t really count the guy before you. He took my ‘no’ as a ‘come and get me!’”
“What was his name?”
“Danny Milton.” Wow. Been a while since I’d thought about him.
“One l or two?”
His tone was so causal, it took me a second. “One l, why… Oh! Are you serious? With everything going on, you’d want to track him down?”
He sat up, jostling me with a little the motion. “With that description, yes.”
Since Danny was dead, there was no point in arguing further. “Rest easy then. You already killed him.”
“Good.”
He leaned back and we sat in silence for a few more minutes. The whole thing felt surreal. Like the past two months hadn’t happened and we were back on our own porch just watching the sky together. Every so often, he’d inhale and exhale. Listening to that felt strangely intimate, especially since I felt the rise and fall of his chest against my back. Bones didn’t need to breathe, so he was taking my scent into him. Repeatedly.
He
was the one who broke the silence. “When I saw you kiss Vlad, I wasn’t merely affronted because you were my wife. It… hurt for an instant. Very unexpected, that. And now, instead of learning more about my past with Charles or Mencheres, I’d rather sit here with you. To be frank, it frightens me.”
“Why?” My voice was hushed, like the one you’d use if you were sharing secrets in the dark.
His lowered too, until it was soft but not yet a whisper. “I have so much to lose. Overnight, I’m Master of my own line and at war with another Master, but that’s not what I’m afraid of. I have experience in leading and in fighting, yet it seems I’ve already been a shoddy husband. I’m afraid to fail you again, Catherine.”
I squeezed his hand. “You don’t know how to fail. And before… before our big blowout, you made me very happy, Bones.”
He didn’t move, but the mood became different. Quiet confessions turned into something else. I felt it in the quickening of his power, the flex of coiling energy beneath me.
“I’d like to make you happy again.” His voice thickened. “It doesn’t have to be about me. I’ll stay within whatever limits you set.”
The fact that for a second, a part of me considered it made me fling myself way from him. “No. Believe me; you’ve already proven yourself in that regard. I-I’m not ready to open that door and I’m not going to crack it, either. You don’t deserve to do penance on me while I get off.”
Bones watched me while I paced, staying in his reclined position on the chaise longue. Damn him for being so gorgeous, and God help me, I did still want him, no matter that I was dealing with my hurt over everything that had happened, both with and without his memory.
His mouth lifted in his old, knowing smile, and when he inhaled again, that smile widened. “Your desire scents the air, so let me know when you change your mind. It’s not penance, I assure you. I simply want you any way I can have you.”
I had to leave, now. Before my chastity went up in flames.
“Good night.”
I left the balcony. Bones didn’t follow. As I headed toward my bedroom, I heard him take in another long breath and then let it out in a sigh.
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