I cringed, but I didn’t want him to see that he’d struck a nerve. “Thank Cannelle. She had everything laid out for me.”
“I shall thank her, later,” he answered with a glint. “Don’t you prefer this to stained jeans and twigs in your hair?”
I’d barely spoken at all in the past two days, being too awed by him and my new circumstances, but that stiffened my spine. “It’s been good enough for me my entire life,” I said. “If you’ve got such a problem with where I came from, maybe you should put me back on a plane.”
Come at me all you want, but don’t put down my family. They couldn’t help it that we weren’t wealthy. My grandparents worked harder than most people and they were up in years.
Gregor spread out his hands. “I meant no offense, chérie. I’m from a farm as well, in the south of France, but there were no cherries to be found there. You see? More that we have in common.”
I was somewhat mollified. “What else do we have in common?”
“Ah,” he smiled, his features changing from their hard planes. “Come. You’ll find out.”
Gregor and I walked through the Parisian streets. He took me to the lighted fountains in the square, retelling their history. It would have been a dream evening, if I hadn’t had so many unanswered questions he kept changing the subject about.
“Why am I here with you?” I ended up blurting in growing frustration over not knowing why I’d been shuttled out of Ohio in such a hurry. “I mean, my mother said I had to go with you because some bad vampire was after me, but nobody said who.”
We were almost at the Eiffel Tower. It was breathtaking, but all the scenery in the world couldn’t distract me from finding out what was going on with my future.
Gregor gestured to a nearby bench, and we sat on it. The temperature had been dropping since sundown, and he took off his coat and handed it to me.
The simple gesture touched me and made me feel shy again. It was the way a guy would act on a date, or so I imagined. Gregor sat very close to me as well. Self-consciously, I worried about my breath, or if there was anything in my teeth.
“What you are, Catherine,” he began, “is very rare. There are vampires in this world, as well as humans and ghouls, but there has only been one other known half-breed in all of history, and that was centuries ago. Because of your uniqueness, there are those who would exploit you. One man in particular would try to use you.”
“Who?” I gasped, feeling so alone at the knowledge that there was no one else like me. “And why?”
“His name is Bones.” Gregor almost spat the words. “He will force you to become a killer as he is. Turn you into a whore to lure his victims. Kill your family, so you will have no one but him to protect you. And you’ll need protection, Catherine. After the atrocities he’ll have you commit, you’ll be running from danger for the rest of your life.”
“No!”
It was a cry of denial at the fate he’d just predicted. Hearing I’d become a monster who would get my family murdered made me want to run, but Gregor put an arm around my shoulders, keeping me where I was.
“That’s why I came, ma chérie. He won’t find you here. Soon, I’ll bind you to me, then no one can take you. If you do what I say, you’ll never suffer such an existence.”
“My family? My mother? They’ll be safe?” I was shaking at the thought of their deaths.
“As long as you are with me, they’re safe.”
He sounded so confident. That’s why my mom sent me here, I thought dully. If I didn’t leave, they’d all be killed.
He brushed my cheek. “You must heed me, though, oui? Else I can’t protect you from this.”
“Okay.” I drew in a deep breath. “I’ll do what you say.”
“Good.” The green left his eyes, and his smile was relaxed. “It’s for the best. Now, come to me.”
He held open his arms, and I hesitated. He wanted a hug?
“Um,” I fidgeted. “What—”
“Already you question?” he interrupted, gaze narrowing.
“No, no.” At once I put my arms around him, my heart starting to beat faster. This wasn’t a position I was used to.
“Better.” It was almost a growl. Gregor tightened his grip until I blushed. “We’ll return home now. You must be weary.”
“Well,” I began, “A little—huh?”
He propelled us upward. My bleat of fright dissolved into a gasp of wonder as I looked down. Oh, wow. No wonder they called this the City of Lights.
Gregor glided us above the buildings, too high to be seen from below. It was indescribable to feel the wind whistling by me and the power radiating off him while looking at the stunning visual canvas. My heart wasn’t beating; it was thundering. If this is a dream, I thought, I don’t want to wake up.
All too soon, he landed at the gray building that was his house. I had to hold on for a second longer while I regained my footing, still overwhelmed with the experience. Flying. If that was a vampire perk, being a half-breed couldn’t be all bad.
“You enjoyed that,” he noted the obvious, smiling. “You see? All you must do is trust me.”
“I don’t know what to say.” It came out breathlessly. He’d let go of me, but he was still very close. “Thank you.”
His smiled deepened. That fluttering began in my stomach. No one had ever smiled at me like Gregor did.
“You’re welcome, Catherine.”
FOURTEEN
THE NEXT THREE WEEKS PASSED WITH AMAZING swiftness. Aside from Cannelle’s continued snootiness and worrying about my family, I had to admit I’d never been happier.
Gregor was wonderful to be around—as long as I didn’t argue with him or challenge him with a differing opinion. I learned that fast. Who was I, a teenager, to argue with a thousand-year-old vampire who possessed powers and knowledge I couldn’t even imagine? That was Gregor’s favorite line when he was ticked. It was a good one, too. I didn’t have much to rebut it with.
But when Gregor was in a good mood, it was heavenly. He’d listen for hours as I spoke about my insecurities growing up. He encouraged me to show my nonhuman traits, something I’d tried to hide as much as possible around my mother. Then he bought me clothes, shoes, and jewelry, overriding my protests by saying pretty girls should have pretty things.
No guy had ever called me pretty before. In fact, no one had ever paid attention to me the way Gregor did. I’d gone from being a lonely outcast to feeling very favored and special almost overnight. Here was this attractive, suave, charismatic man spending all this time with me, and even though I knew it was stupid, I was getting more infatuated with Gregor every day.
Gregor didn’t act like anything but a protector, however. Every day, I tried to talk myself out of my embarrassing crush. Not only is Gregor about a thousand years too old for you, he’s probably got ten girlfriends. Cannelle couldn’t be more obvious about how she wants him, but he doesn’t give her the time of day even though she’s a beautiful woman. So what chance do you have? None, that’s what.
I’d convinced myself to stop secretly mooning over Gregor by the time he took me to see The English Patient. After a crash course, my French was good enough that I didn’t need to read all the subtitles to know what was going on, and there were certain parts that required no translation.
The heroine’s name was Catherine. Hearing my name moaned during the erotic parts of the movie was like a spotlight on my hidden fantasies. I was hyperaware of Gregor’s knee grazing mine, his arm resting on the divider, and how very large he was in his chair. I started feeling flushed, and I bolted out of the seat with a hurried excuse about the bathroom.
I didn’t make it. In the hall, I was seized and whirled around, crushed against Gregor’s body. My mouth opened in surprise only to have his come down over it, shocking me with his invading tongue. He grabbed my hair and held my head as he kissed me.
It felt consuming, terrifying, and good all at once. I couldn’t move with the grip he held me in, and I coul
dn’t breathe from how deeply he was kissing me. Finally, my flapping hands must have registered, because he let me go. I almost stumbled, glad the wall was there to keep me from falling. My heartbeat must have been loud enough to make his head hurt.
“Your first kiss?” Gregor asked thickly, giving a rude glare to a couple who paused to gawk at us.
I didn’t want to admit it, but he always seemed to know when I lied.
“Yes.” How pathetic. I was sixteen; half my classmates had already had sex.
A smile curled on his lips. “‘Twas the answer I wanted. You take to it very well.” He placed each arm around me, caging me against the wall. “I wonder how well you’ll take to the other enjoyments I’ll show you.”
I stared, thinking I must have misunderstood him. This was such a switch from how Gregor normally acted around me, I couldn’t keep up. “You’re saying you want to, uh, have sex with me?”
He responded to my stunned whisper by yanking me to him. “Why do you think you’re here? Why do you think I took you into my home, garbed you in lovely clothes, and spent day and night with you? I’ve been waiting for you to adjust to your new home, and I’ve been very patient, oui? Yet my patience is running thin. You are mine, Catherine, and I will have you soon. Very soon.”
I was at a loss for words. Sure, I’d been madly crushing on Gregor, but I hadn’t been prepared to jump into bed with him.
Tentatively, I smiled. “You’re joking, right?”
At once I knew I’d made a mistake. His brows drew together, stretching the scar, and his face darkened.
“You mock me? I offer you what Cannelle would kill for, yet you smirk and giggle. Perhaps I should spend my time with a woman instead of a foolish child.”
Tears sprang to my eyes. I didn’t need to look around to know people were staring as they hurried past us in the hall.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—” I began.
“No, you didn’t mean,” he cut me off, his voice thick with scorn. “You don’t mean because you don’t think. Come along, Catherine. You’ve been out enough for tonight.”
With that, he jerked me by the arm and led me out of the theater. I kept my head down, so that the new people we passed couldn’t see I was crying.
Gregor didn’t speak to me for two days. I called my mom, only to have her berate me for insulting such a wonderful man. Didn’t I know how lucky I was he’d taken me in? Didn’t I care that he had my best interests at heart? I didn’t mention to her that my heart seemed a little north of what he’d expressed interest in. Maybe I really was ungrateful. After all, Gregor had done so much for me. Without him, me and my family would all be in terrible danger. And he was a grown man—a very grown man. I couldn’t expect someone as old as Gregor just to want to hold hands if he was interested in me.
Properly contrite, I waited until the third day to talk to him. I had a plan; I just had no idea if it would work.
First, I put some makeup on. Gregor seemed to prefer me wearing it. Then, I fixed my hair. Next the outfit. Pants were my favorite, but Gregor hated those. I flipped through my new clothes while heaping more coals onto my head. See all these pretty things? He bought them for you. Look at this bedroom. It’s almost as big as your grandparents’ whole house. No one’s ever treated you so well. Sure, Gregor has mood swings, but you’re a half-breed freak. Who are you to throw stones?
I chose a sleeveless white dress and worked myself up into an apologetic frenzy. Then I brushed my teeth one last time and headed to his door.
Once outside his door, however, I stopped. What if he’d already decided to send me back home? God, how could I have been such an idiot?
“Come in, I can hear you,” he called out.
Oh, crap. Now or never.
I entered his bedroom, and the interior almost made me forget my purpose. Wow. How barbarically antique.
The bed was about twice the size of the king in my room. Curving up on all four sides were twisted, polished tree trunks. They were carved in various shapes, forms interlapping, and they met at the top to provide a complete canopy of sculptured wood. The whole bed looked like it was from one gigantic, steroid-induced tree. I’d never seen anything like it, and I blushed when I studied some of the forms more clearly. There were figures locked in combat, and other things.
“It’s over four hundred years old, modeled after Odysseus’s bed, and built for me by a carpenter who grew trees to bend and entwine any way he chose,” Gregor answered my silent awe. “It is magnificent, non?”
“Yes.” I took my riveted gaze from the bed and switched it to him. He was at a desk on the computer. He minimized the screen and sat back with his arms folded. Waiting.
“I’m sorry about the other night,” I started. “I’ve developed a huge crush on you, but I thought it was silly because, because you couldn’t possibly be interested in me. So, when you kissed me, then you said…well, you know what you said, I was so blown away I thought…it couldn’t be real, because I could never be so lucky.”
In forming my mental apology, I’d thought it would go over better if I outed myself over my crush, no matter how embarrassing that was. And it was true. I didn’t know why Gregor would want me when there were tons of pretty, gorgeous women who’d be happy to have him. If not for his temper, I’d think he was perfect.
“Come closer.”
I breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t sound mad anymore and came toward him, stopping about a foot away.
“Closer.”
I advanced until my knees brushed his legs.
“Closer.”
It was a purred directive while his eyes started to change. The gray in them gave way to swirls of emerald.
I laid my hands on his shoulders, beginning to tremble. His legs opened, and I stood between them.
“Kiss me.”
Nervous about that, but afraid to refuse, I laid my lips on his, wondering if I was even doing it right.
His mouth opened, and his hands came to life. They pressed me to him even as his tongue delved past my closed lips. All the sudden, I was lying on him, the chair tilting backward and Gregor kissing me like my mouth possessed hidden treasures.
I liked kissing Gregor, even though it was overpowering. What had me grunting in protest was him lifting me with one powerful hand and then the mattress flattening against my back.
“Gregor, wait.”
It was gasped when his mouth moved to my throat. Cool air fell on my legs, with my dress being shifted up.
Whoa. I’d meant to apologize and be on good speaking terms—maybe even do some kissing—but this wasn’t what I intended.
“What did you say?”
He almost snapped the question, pausing as he unzipped my dress. I was trembling at the sight of fangs protruding from his mouth. I’d only seen his fangs once before, on my grandparents’ porch the night we met and he’d proved that he was a vampire. His fangs scared me, but they also gave me an idea.
“I want you to bite me,” I improvised, my heart pounding in fear of that, too, but I needed an alternative and fast. One that wouldn’t throw him into a livid tirade. “Drink from me.”
Gregor stared at me. Then he smiled. “Oui. Tonight, the blood from your body, and tomorrow, the blood of your innocence.”
Oh God. What had I just done?
Gregor sat up and pulled me along with him. His hand swept aside my hair as he tugged the collar of my dress down.
Everything inside me braced. How bad would it would be?
“You’re afraid,” he murmured. His tongue swirling around my throat made me jump back. His grip tightened to welded steel. “Twill sweeten your taste.”
I started to say something—and then it only came out as a cry. Fangs pierced me, and I literally felt my blood exploding out from my skin. Gregor sucked, sending a sliver of pain through me, but smothering that was the heat that broke over me. He sucked harder, increasing the dizziness that had taken hold, and I gave myself up to the blackness waiting for me.
FIFTEEN
YOU’RE AWAKE.”
My eyes blinked open to see Cannelle bending over me. She straightened and pointed to a nearby tray.
“Here. Food and an iron pill. You’ll need both. You only have a few hours until sundown.”
“What?”
That sat me all the way up. A cattle prod would’ve had the same effect. Even as her words registered, dizziness swept over me. Cannelle watched with no sympathy.
“He drank a lot from you,” she said, before muttering something under her breath in French.
Even though I still wasn’t proficient, I caught the words for “skinny” and “goat.”
“What’s up, Cannelle?” I asked, not in a good mood at all. “Don’t you know it’s rude to insult someone in a different language so they can’t answer back?”
She put the tray onto the bed, making the tea slosh with her lack of care. “I said I don’t know why he’d take so much nourishment from a scrawny little goat,” she summarized bluntly. “Now, I suggest you eat. Gregor won’t be pleased if you’re unable to do more than bleed underneath him.”
I blanched at this graphic analogy, seized with apprehension and clueless how to extricate myself. Gregor wasn’t the type to take an “I’ve changed my mind” lightly.
And so that left me with the other alternative: going through with it. Maybe it was the better option, my anxiety aside. Gregor wouldn’t get mad, I wouldn’t be sent away, and according to him, I’d have no pregnancy or disease worries. Yes, I would have preferred to wait longer, much longer, before taking such a step, but apparently, my time was up.
“Cannelle.” I lowered my voice, gesturing for her to come nearer. She did, her expression quizzical. “I was wondering if you could tell me, ah, what to expect.”
I had no one else to ask. What was I going to do, call my mother and ask that? Hardly. I’d never had girlfriends, and the things I’d overheard at school wouldn’t help now. Sure, I knew what went where. But details on sex with a vampire? Nope.
“What to expect?” she repeated. I gestured for her to keep her voice down, but she ignored that. “Expect to be fucked, you simple little twit!”
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