Slade
Author: Kristen Middleton
Date: 2014-10-11 04:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Vampires; Romance; Paranormal; Paranormal Romance; Fantasy; Shapeshifters; Urban Fantasy; Erotica; Supernatural
Description: Chelsey is on the run from Faye and her Night Roamers. Can she trust Slade to keep her safe, or is he a bigger threat than the monsters tracking her?
Publisher: Dark Shadows, LLC

Copyright ©2014 by Kristen Middleton

Edited by Carolyn Pinard

Cover by Mae I Design

Book design by Inkstain Interior Book Designing

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

“I HATE YOU,” I said, frantic for him to leave.

“Hate? That’s a pretty strong statement. I don’t believe you,” he whispered, his emerald eyes searching mine.

I took a few steps back and fortunately, he didn’t notice that I’d grabbed the dagger from the dresser. I held it behind my back. “It’s the truth.”

He smirked. “You make a terrible liar.”

My body trembled, but not from fear. It was the overwhelming desire for a man I couldn’t trust. A man who had a thirst for blood, and apparently… treachery. My reaction to him was infuriating. “Is that right? And you think that you know me so well?”

He reached up and gently placed his index finger on the pulse of my neck. “I know what I feel.”

I pushed his hand away. “Give me a break. You don’t know anything about what I feel.”

“On the contrary. Your face is flushed and your heart is racing.” He grinned darkly. “You want me as much as I want you. Admit it.”

I clenched my fist, wanting to slam it into his arrogant face. “What I want… is to kill you. That thought excites the hell out of me.”

His eyes moved to my nightgown and he took another step toward me. “And you excite the hell out of me, Chelsey.”

I looked down and cursed myself for allowing him into my chamber. The material was almost transparent in the soft lighting. I gripped the dagger tightly, wondering exactly what I was going to do with the damn thing anyway. “I swear to God, if you don’t step away from me, I’ll scream. I’ll scream so loud that everyone will come running.”

He touched the top button of my nightgown and smiled. “I’d rather hear you scream in pleasure.”

I stiffened up. “You’re a real prick. You know that?”

His smile faded. “So I’ve been told.” He removed his hand, but his fingertips brushed the tip of my breast, making my sex quiver in pleasure.

I nodded at the doorway. “Get out of my room. I’m not going to ask you again.”

“Good, because it’s getting annoying.” He pulled me into his arms. “And I have a much better use for your lips,” he whispered, leaning in to show me.

I touched the end of the blade to his waist. “Do you feel that?”

His eyes widened and then glittered with amusement. “A knife?”

“Move away or I swear… I’ll use it on you.”

He leaned forward and I could feel the heat of his breath caressing my earlobe. “You know what they say – some things are worth dying for.”

“CHELSEY, YOU HAVE to eat something,” insisted my cousin, who was sitting in the front seat of Slade’s souped-up ‘68 Firebird. It was late, just shortly after bar hours, and we were in line at a fast-food place.

“I’m not hungry,” I repeated as we moved closer to the drive-thru menu.

She turned around and looked back at me. “You’re sure? How long has it been since you’ve eaten?”

“I don’t know, and yes, I’m sure,” I said, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my temples. “Seriously, I’m not hungry.”

She studied my face. “You okay?” she asked, her voice softening. “You don’t look so good.”

“I have a migraine.”

“Oh, man. You still get those?”

“Not usually.”

“That’s a bummer,” she answered, turning back around. “The injury to your head must have triggered it. What did the doctor tell you?”

“That I had a slight concussion, but I’d be fine.”

“He give you any drugs for the pain?” she asked.

“There was no time. I had to bolt. Sheriff Caleb was on his way back to the room.”

“That’s right. We’ll have to get you something later.”

I nodded, thinking about how my mother used to help soothe the migraines by massaging my temples, and got a lump in my throat. Both of my parents were either missing or dead and I was currently on the run with my cousin, Melody, and Slade, the lead singer of Venom. On the run from real-life vampires and a creature named Faye, who could change into a flying reptile. It was an unbelievable and crazy situation.

“I still think you should eat. How about something with caffeine?” she asked. “Doesn’t that usually help?”

“I just need a place to crash,” I said as we stopped in front of the menu and a voice greeted us.

“Are you ready to order?” asked the cashier.

“Just a minute, please,” said Slade.

“Go ahead when you’re ready,” replied the girl.

“God, I’m so hungry I could order the entire menu,” said Melody, leaning closer to Slade, our rescuer. He was a vampire, and although I knew I should be grateful for his help, I couldn’t quite get myself to trust him. Plus, he wasn’t exactly pleasant to be around. He’d been quiet for the last few hours and it almost seemed like he was pissed off that he’d taken on the task of helping us. At least that’s what it felt like to me. Melody, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice. She obviously still had the hots for him.

“You ready?” asked Slade, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel as she studied the menu.

“Wait. I’m thinking. Can I order whatever I want?” she asked.

“Yeah. Be my guest,” he replied.

“Cool. Um….could you get me a bacon-cheeseburger – without mustard – fries, and a strawberry shake?” she asked.

“Sure.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “What about you?”

I stared at him in disbelief.

Had he just arrived to the conversation?

“Like I said before, I don’t want anything.”

“Why?” he asked, frowning.

“Because… I’m not hungry,” I insisted, just as my stomach growled.

He grunted. “Right.”

Gritting my teeth, I looked away. “Whatever. Don’t worry about me.”

“Is she always this stubborn?” he muttered to Melody.

“If I remember correctly… yes. She most certainly is.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Sir, are you ready to order yet?” asked a girl through the intercom, sounding a little impatient.

“Sorry, hold on,” he answered and turned back to Melody. “So, nothing for Chelsey?”

“Oh, for God’s sake, just order her the same damn thing as me,” she huffed. “I guarantee she’ll eat it once she smells the food.”

“Whatever, Melody,” I said.

“Save it for later, if you’re not hungry,” she argued. “Just get her the food, Slade. Please.”

“Okay,” he answered and then placed the order.

“Your total is seventeen dollars and six cents. Please pull ahead,” said the cashier.

“Wait, what about you, Slade? Aren’t you getting anything?” asked Melody, as he drove forward.

I snorted. “What did you expect him to order? I doubt they have what Slade is craving. Even White Castle wouldn’t be able to satisfy it.”

Slade’s green eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, which was surprising in itself. In books and movies it was a known fact that you couldn’t see a vampire’s reflection. Obviously, they’d gotten it all wrong. It made me wonder what other surprises were in store for us.

“You’d be surprised of what my cravings consisted of,” he answered, his eyes glittering. Something about the way he stared at me made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

“Do you really drink blood?” asked Melody.

He sighed. “Do you really want to know?”

“I think it’s more that we need to know,” I answered, still irritated with him.

“Fine. Yes, I do.”

“Human?” asked Melody, who I noticed had inched closer to her door.

“When it’s available.”

“Have you killed anyone for their blood?” I asked as we moved closer to the cashier’s window.

He took longer to answer this time. “Yes. I’ve killed… but not for blood consumption.”

We’d both seen the massacre in Faye’s office. It had been a scene right out of a grisly horror movie. He was definitely not a stranger to death. Nor were the others in his band.

Melody smiled weakly. “Oh. Well, I’m sure you had good reason to do what you did.”

He didn’t respond. We pulled up to the window, and Slade took out his wallet. “Anything else?”

“No, I’m good,” said Melody.

“You?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered, looking back outside into the darkness. “Like I’ve said a number of times, I don’t need anything.”

Just my life back…

Slade paid for the food and we drove up to the next window to pick it up.

“Here,” he said, handing me one of the shakes. Then he tossed Melody the bag of food. The familiar smell of salty fries filled the air and I was secretly glad they’d ordered me something, despite my protests.

“So, where are we going now?” asked Melody, dipping a fry into her shake.

Slade rolled his window down further, letting in the fresh air. “Not sure. I’m waiting to hear from Liam. He’s still trying to find out if your friend, Susan, is alive.”

“God, I hope she is,” I said, thinking back to the terrified look on her face when the gargoyle had whisked her away. The guilt of not being able to save her was still eating at me. If she died, it would be my fault and I didn’t know if I could live with that kind of guilt.

“Try not to get your hopes up,” he said. “Faye is a heartless bitch. I’ve heard that she hates mortals, especially ones that are a threat.”

“Threat? Now, how in the hell could we possibly be a threat?” said Melody, dipping another fry into her shake. “With all of her powers and crap. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Sure it does. Think about it. You know what she is,” he explained.

I wondered if he thought of us as a threat, too. “This is really messed up,” I replied, wishing I’d never agreed to step foot into her club. “If what you say is true, she isn’t going to stop looking for us until we’re not a threat.”

“Probably not,” he said.

“Neither will those Roamers,” said Melody. “They do whatever the hell she asks. It’s like she’s their queen or something.”

“They probably fear her power so they’re easy to manipulate,” said Slade.

“Okay, what exactly is a Roamer? Some kind of werewolf?” I asked.

“Basically, they’re vampires. It’s what they call them in this country,” mocked Slade. “Ridiculous.”

“You don’t like the Roamers very much, do you?” stated Melody, smiling.

“Not the minions working for her,” he said. “I have nothing against the rest of them.”

“What exactly happened between you guys in Faye’s office?” I asked.

“They tried to force me into something I wasn’t interested in. Then she used the Roamers to try and threaten me.”

“What was she trying to force you into?” I asked.

He didn’t reply.

“I think you owe us an explanation,” I said. “After everything we’ve been through.”

He took his time to answer. “Faye wanted full control of us. In other words, she wanted to add us to her minion collection. When I declined, she tried offering Melody to me. To sweeten the deal.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“That bitch wanted him to suck my blood,” said Melody. She turned to him and her eyes narrowed. “To be honest, Slade, you looked like you were about ready to do it, too.”

He looked at her. “I almost did.”

“So, you actually came close to ripping my throat out?” asked Melody, now looking horrified.

“Calm down. I didn’t do it. Anyway, I wouldn’t have ripped out your throat,” he answered, smirking. “I have more control than that.”

“Oh, well that makes me feel so much better,” she answered sarcastically. “Speaking of eating…” She turned around and handed me a burger. “Here, Chelsey. Eat this now. I doubt it’s going to taste good later.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking it from her. It was warm and the smell of bacon made my mouth water. I opened the wrapper and took a big bite. As I chewed, I noticed Slade eyeing me in the mirror again. I wondered if eating in front of him was a bad idea. I certainly didn’t want to make him hungry.

“What’s it like to smell food like this but be unable to eat it?” asked Melody. “Does it drive you crazy?”

“Actually, It doesn’t really do anything for me,” he replied.

Her eyes widened. “Really? This food doesn’t do anything for you? It does something to me,” she said, grinning. “I couldn’t imagine living without it. Especially, pizza. I’d die if I couldn’t have pizza.”

“My hunger is triggered by other things. Scent is definitely one of them, but what smells good to you, doesn’t always to me.”

“French fries? They don’t smell good?” she asked, stuffing one in her mouth.

“I smell the grease that it’s cooked in and it’s rather unpleasant, actually,” he replied. “Our diets are different and we have extremely high metabolisms. Plus, we feed to survive, whereas many of you eat simply for the pleasure, or because you’re… bored.”

“So, you don’t get any pleasure from consuming blood?” I asked, not believing it.

“On the contrary. There is lots of pleasure. Sometimes for the victim as well,” he said. “I just don’t feed unless I’m lacking nutrients.”

“What do you mean by that?” I said, horrified. “I mean… how could there be pleasure for the victim?”

“We can release some kind of chemical endorphin into your bloodstream while we’re doing it. Some say it’s almost… orgasmic.”

“Orgasmic, huh?” said Melody, winking at me. “I guess that’s not so bad then.”

I grimaced. I couldn’t believe she found anything good about a vampire drinking someone’s blood. But then, Melody enjoyed sex. Anything to do with that kind of pleasure was ‘okay’ in her book. I was a virgin and had no idea what orgasmic felt like, so I wouldn’t be volunteering my neck anytime soon.

“I was going to ask you, Slade,” said Melody. “Has anyone ever told you that your cologne smells like candy?”

“I’m not wearing cologne.”

“Oh. Well, whatever it is, you smell very, very good,” she said, smiling at him coyly. “And you’re not too hard on the eyes, either.”

He smiled. “Thanks. Our glands give off a distinctive scent which is supposed to entice mortals.”

Melody moved closer and inhaled. “Well, you smell like caramel.”

“Sometimes I’ve been told that it’s vanilla or butterscotch,” he said. “It depends on the person.”

“You mean the victim,” I replied, feeling slightly nauseated by the conversation.

His eyes hardened. “I don’t take victims.”

“Let’s just be honest here. Your scent lures in your prey. Heck, everything about you is…” Enticing. I stopped, unwilling to say the word out loud.

“Everything about me is… what?” he asked, his lip twitching in the mirror. Something told me he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Smexy,” purred Melody. “Right, Chelsey?”

“I was going to say ‘bait’,” I said dryly.

“Bait?” He chuckled.

“She’s right,” laughed Melody. “In fact, all the guys in your band are pretty hot. Speaking of which,” Melody wiped her lips with a napkin and shoved it into the bag. “Are they going to move to Montana without you?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“I heard Faye say that they’d agreed to move out to Shore Lake and work for her,” she answered. “Aren’t you pissed at them for making that kind of decision without you?”

He grunted. “That was bullshit. I talked to Liam and he said they never agreed to anything. He told her that they’d think about it… and that was only because he thought he had a chance with her.”

Her eyes widened. “You mean he thought he’d get ‘lucky’? With the gargoyle?”

“Liam is a horn-dog. He’ll say anything if it gets him what he wants. Although, I don’t think he realized that she was a shape-shifter until afterwards.”

“And he’s a werewolf?” I asked.

“Liam is a Lycan,” he said. “There’s a difference.”

“What is it?” asked Melody.

“He can transform into a wolf whenever he wants to. Werewolves have to wait until the moon is full. They are a lesser species.” Slade smirked. “Kind of like the Roamers.”

I smirked. “So, what you’re saying is that you guys from Europe are a much better breed?”

“They can’t compete with our speed or strength. Obviously, their creators weren’t of the same stock.”

“Let’s cut to the chase, are you safe to be around?” I asked, feeling better now that I’d eaten most of the burger. I was tired of skirting around the fact we were part of his food supply.

“I normally don’t feed directly from humans. I have a supplier,” he said.

“You have a supplier?” I repeated.

“Yes, back in Romania. She provides most of my blood.”

“Is she your girlfriend or something?” asked Melody.

“It’s not what you think and no, I do not have a girlfriend. She provides me with packages of blood from a blood-bank.”

“When was the last time you fed?” I asked.

His eyes met mine again. “Don’t concern yourself with that. I’ve got things under control.”

“For how long, though? I mean, it’s you and us. If you suddenly feel the need to feed, it is our concern,” I replied. “And, what about that episode back at Club Nightshade? Didn’t you just admit that you lost control and almost went after Melody?”

“I didn’t though,” he answered sternly. “So, don’t worry about it.”

“Have you fed since leaving the club?”

“No.” He grunted. “Dammit, are you this tenacious with everyone?”

“She is,” said Melody, grinning. “It’s her nature. Used to drive me crazy when we were kids.”

“If you hadn’t lied so much, I wouldn’t have had to ask you so many questions,” I countered.

“Whatever. I did not.”

“Obviously, some things never change.”

She turned around and glared at me.

“Don’t give me that look. You started it.”

She sighed. “And you’re so perfect.”

“I never said I was. Look, I just want to stay alive. There’s nothing wrong with that,” I said, defending myself.

“You’re right,” said Slade. “I guess I really can’t blame you. You both witnessed some horrible shit the last couple of days. Plus, you’re dealing with whatever may have happened to your parents. It certainly doesn’t look good for them.”

He was right. It didn’t. After Slade and Melody had picked me up from the hospital, they’d taken me back to my house. I’d cried when I’d noticed the blood on my mother’s pillow and the broken lamp next to the bed. Other than that, there’d been no other sign of a struggle. Nor any sign of my parents. Afterwards, we’d driven to Melody’s house, which had also been deserted. Fortunately, there hadn’t been any blood. Just an empty house with a shattered patio door and some broken dining room chairs.

“We don’t know for sure if any of them are actually dead,” I said quickly. “They could still be alive. Maybe even… grandma.”  The thought of seeing our grandmother getting mauled by such wickedness was enough to make me sick. She was so sweet and kind. She didn’t deserve any of this.

Melody’s head whipped around. “Grandma? Where was she?”

“At your house. The last thing I heard, she was comforting Aunt Jody.”

“Because of me?” said Melody, her eyes filling with tears.

“Yes. Aunt Jody was worried sick about you. Seriously, Melody, if you wouldn’t have snuck into Club Nightshade… we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Melody began to cry and I suddenly felt like a royal bitch.

“Oh crap. I’m sorry,” I said.

“No. You’re right,” she sobbed. “It is my fault. Actually,” she turned to Slade and her eyes narrowed through her tears. “It’s your fault. I wanted to see you in concert.” She turned to look back at me. “Slade even took me back to his hotel. I think we may have had sex.”

I rolled my eyes. It was just like Melody to blame someone else for her actions.

“That’s bullshit. I did not take you back to my hotel room and we definitely didn’t have sex,” he said, his jaw set. “I didn’t even talk to you Friday night.”

“Actually, your band members said you took her back to your hotel,” I replied, remembering the conversation. “Are you calling them liars?”

“I don’t care what they said. They were obviously misled, which makes me believe that Faye was behind it,” he answered.

“What do you mean?” asked my cousin, wiping the tears from her cheeks with a napkin.

“Think about it. She’s a shape-shifter. She more than likely changed into me, and that’s probably who you were with Friday night.”

Melody gasped. “Oh, my God, I might have had sex with that lizard thing?”

I chuckled.

“It’s not funny!” she cried.

“Do you remember actually having sex with anyone?” asked Slade, who was trying to keep a straight face.

“No. I just woke up alone in a hotel room Saturday. I stuck around for a while and then decided to take off. When I walked out of the lobby to try and catch a cab, two of Faye’s security guards shoved me into this dark SUV.” She frowned. “To tell you the truth, I can’t remember much between the time they took me and seeing you in her office.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I doubt Faye molested you. She probably just drugged you so you’d pass out.”

“I hope so, because I don’t know what I’d do if I thought I’d had sex with a monster or even another woman. She is a female, isn’t she?”

Slade shrugged. “I presume so. To be honest, I don’t know for sure.”

“Why would Faye go to all of that trouble? Why didn’t she just drug Melody and bring her back to the club instead of letting her stay at the hotel?” I asked.

Slade shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe she wanted to make me look like an asshole.”

“Or… maybe she was trying to trick your band members,” I said. “Even Liam seemed pretty shocked when he found out that you had left with Melody.”

“Again, it wasn’t me and I guess that would confuse the hell out of him. Particularly since I’m always giving him hell about sleeping with fans.”

“So, that’s not your thing? Sleeping with fans?” I asked, knowing that he must get propositioned quite a bit. After watching him on stage, I’d gotten a little hot-and-bothered myself.

“No.”

That was hard to believe. “Why? Isn’t that a perk of being a rich and famous musician?”

“It’s only a perk if that’s what you’re into. I’m not,” he answered.

“Are you gay?” asked Melody, staring at him wide-eyed. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I’m just curious.”

I was too. I waited to hear his response.

He smirked. “No, but even if I was gay, I’d still not be interested in having sex with groupies.”

“Why?” asked Melody. “I mean, you’re single. You don’t have a girlfriend. Do you… do vampires have sex?”

“Yes,” he said, chuckling. “We have lots of sex. And, for the record, I’m not saying that I don’t have sex. I enjoy it as much as the next guy. I just chose not to have sex with…”

“Mortals,” I said.

“Exactly.”

“Why? Are you not attracted to us?” I asked.

Our eyes met in the mirror again and there was a flash of something sexy and feral in his gaze. “I’m very attracted to you.”

My heart skipped a beat. Was he talking to me? My lips suddenly felt dry and I licked them.

“Then why deny yourself?” asked Melody, trying to flirt with him.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” he answered, still staring at me.

There was no mistaking his meaning that time and something went ‘swoosh’ in my stomach.

“Wow, is it me or should we stop talking about sex,” said Melody, fanning herself. “It feels weird with Chelsey in the car.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Just, because,” she answered, thankfully not telling him that I was a virgin.

“Can we stop somewhere?” asked Melody, after a few seconds.

“For what?” he asked.

“A bed,” she replied. “I need a bed. Now.”

“To sleep?” he asked.

She grinned coyly. “Yes, unless you have something else in mind.”

My jaw dropped at her directness.

“I think you both need a rest after what you’ve been through,” he said, evading her question.

Sulking, Melody stared up at the moon. “So, what about you? Do you need to find a casket or something? To rest?”

He looked over at her. “A casket? Really?”

“Yeah, to protect your skin from the bright light of the sun,” she said. “Or maybe we can just find you a really dark room?”

He grunted. “I don’t need protection.”

“So the sun isn’t your enemy?” she asked. “I thought vampires had to stay away from it.”

“No,” he said. “Well, some of us do.”

“Why only some?” I asked.

“Recently ‘turned’ vampires need to wear dark sunglasses and keep out of direct sunlight, or it can be quite uncomfortable.”

“But not you?” she asked.

“No. I’ve become immune to its side effects over the years. I can even hang out at the beach if I want to.”

“Because you’re that much older?” I asked.

He smirked. “I’m ancient.”

“How old are you?” asked Melody.

Slade was silent for several seconds and then rubbed the back of his neck. “Let’s just say I’ve been around long enough to witness plenty of unnecessary bloodshed. Most of it through wars that you’ve read about in history books.”

Melody chuckled. “Wow, you really must be old.”

“Like I said before. Ancient.”

“Well, you don’t look much older than us,” I said.

“That’s because I can’t age physically.”

“That would be awesome,” sighed Melody. “To never grow old.”

“It’s a curse. Hell, I’d gladly go back to being mortal if I could. You can’t imagine how exhausting and depressing it is to live this long and watch others around you… die.”

“So, you weren’t born a vampire?” I asked, surprised.

“No.”

“Were you forced into it?” asked Melody.

He didn’t reply and there was a tense silence.

“Slade, how did it happen?” I pressed, intrigued.

“To be honest, it’s something I’d rather not talk about,” he answered gruffly. He turned on the radio. “Let’s find a hotel so you girls can sleep, and I can find out what’s happening with Liam and the others.”

“Great idea,” said Melody. “I’d love a shower, too. Find a place that has those soft, fluffy robes, will you?”

“I’ll do my best. Is there anything else?” he replied.

“A room with a Jacuzzi would be totally awesome, and … a mini bar? But, don’t go out of your way to make it happen, Slade,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes a little. “I mean, unless you don’t mind going out of your way? I would assume you’re used to staying at places that offer those kinds of amenities.”

He glanced at her. “A mini bar? How old are you?”

“Old enough,” she said, grinning mischievously.

“I doubt it.”

Her smile fell. “Hey, after everything I’ve been through, I could use a stiff drink.”

“She’s eighteen,” I said. “Barely.”

Melody turned around and smiled coldly. “He wasn’t asking you.”

“I know and that’s why I told him the truth,” I replied, smiling back.

She sighed and turned around. “You’re such a buzzkill.”

“To be honest, Melody, drinking alcohol isn’t going to help the situation and, in fact, you need to stay focused,” he answered. “So I suggest both of you get some sleep so you’re on your game tomorrow.”

“On our game?” repeated Melody. “What do you mean?”

“Think about it – the danger isn’t over and you’re going to need all of your wits about you. Faye wants you dead. We’ve left Shore Lake, but they could find us. ”

“You’re going to protect us, right?” asked Melody, wide-eyed.

“I’ll take you somewhere safe and help you locate your family, if they’re still alive. After that, you’re on your own,” he answered.

“What do you mean, we’re on our own?” she balked. “You can’t be serious!”

“We’re going back to Europe,” he said. “The band, that is.”

“What do we do once you’re gone?” she replied, looking back at me and then over to him again. “Neither Chelsey or I have any money. We don’t know where to go. We’ll be screwed.”

I reached forward and touched her shoulder. “Hey, Melody, don’t worry about it. We’ll figure it out.”

“Figure it out? Are you kidding?!” she replied shrilly. “What do you think we’re going to do once he abandons us? It’s not like we can protect ourselves against something like Faye and those… Roamers.”

“We’ll go to the FBI,” I said. “They’ve got to help us. We’ll tell them everything and make them help us.”

“I wouldn’t. I’m sure the FBI is aware of what’s been happening. Hell, they’ll more than likely lock you away to keep you from talking, or worse…” said Slade.

“Worse? You mean they’d kill us?” I asked.

“That’s very possible. We are classified information. Hell, the majority of the people running the government now are immortals or linked to one of us. They’ll definitely want to keep their real identities from going public.”

“I guess that doesn’t surprise me,” I mumbled, feeling hopeless. “Having that kind of power and strength, of course they’d be the ones running things.”

“Yes, so the best thing you can do is not talk about any of this and just… start over,” he said.

“Easy for you to say,” replied Melody. “You’re rich, you know people. You don’t even have to hide. But us… we’re probably going to have to live on the streets until we figure out what to do.”

He was silent for a few minutes and then gave us another option. “You’re welcome to fly to Europe with us. I’m sure we can find you a place to stay. Maybe even a job.”

“Really?” Her face lit up. “You’d let us come with you?”

“If it keeps you off the streets, yes. I’m not that much of an asshole.”

She turned back to me, her eyes twinkling. “Did you hear that, Chelsey? We’re going to Europe!”

I stared at her in alarm.

Had she already given up on our family?

“Not me. Thanks for the offer, Slade, but there is no way in hell I’m flying out of the country.”

“Chelsey, think about it,” argued my cousin. “We really don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, we do. Look, Slade, if you really want to help us, you’ll find our parents. After that, we’ll be out of your hair.”

“My boys are already working on it.”

“Good,” I replied. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

We drove for miles in silence. After a while, Slade turned up the stereo just as the song, She Will Be Loved began to play, by Maroon Five. I closed my eyes and listened to the lyrics, my eyelids growing heavy. Then Slade’s phone began to ring.

“Yeah,” he said, answering it. Someone spoke on the other end and a few seconds later, he swore under his breath.

Melody looked at me.

“Okay. Yeah, I guess I’ll have to,” said Slade, not sounding happy. “See you soon.”

“Was that Liam?” I asked after he hung up.

He tossed his phone on the dashboard. “Yep.”

“Did he have news?” I asked, holding my breath.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush. He found out what happened to your family, Chelsey,” he said in a somber tone.

My stomach clenched into a tight fist. I could barely breathe. I didn’t want him to say the words. The ones that would make it real.

“Well?” asked Melody, not yet getting it. “What did he say?”

He let out a ragged sigh. “I guess there’s no easy way to say it… They are all dead.”

MELODY SUCKED IN her breath. “No,” she answered. “Are they absolutely positive?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Liam found...” I stopped myself from saying ‘their remains’. “He found them. It was too late.”

“He saw their bodies?” asked Chelsey.

I turned back to look at her. “Yes. I’m… sorry for your loss,” I replied gravely, although it sounded inadequate, even to me.

Her jaw tightened and Chelsey looked away. She looked so utterly beautiful and vulnerable, her full lips trembling in the darkness.

“What about my mother?” asked Melody, fighting tears. “Or our grandmother? Do they know for sure if they were also killed?”

“Unfortunately, it sounds like the Roamers may have murdered them all.”

“How in the hell did they find out where we even lived?” cried Chelsey. “I just don’t get it. How they could have worked so fast?”

“Maybe from your friend Susan,” I answered, resisting the urge to pull over and offer some kind of comfort to the girls. Not just a pathetic – “I’m sorry your parents were ripped to pieces. Where to now?” But, I needed to keep my distance. Even now I had to ignore the tantalizing smell of their youthful bodies, which wasn’t easy. I hungered for Melody’s blood, but I ached for Chelsey in ways that I’d denied myself for decades.

“Actually, I lost my purse after they kidnapped me,” said Melody, grabbing a napkin. She wiped the dampness from her cheeks. “My driver’s license was in there. Along with my fake one.”

“That and Caleb knew my address, too,” muttered Chelsey.

“Susan spoke to him after we left the club,” said Melody. “I’m sure he called Faye right away. He’s definitely involved.”

“He’s a Roamer,” I replied. “And, he works for Faye. Of course he’s involved.”

“What do we do now?” asked Melody, staring ahead at the road.

“We find you a place to rest. Somewhere safe,” I answered. “We’ll talk about what to do afterwards.”

Neither of them answered.  I turned up the stereo again and we drove in silence.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER, we arrived in a small town two hours east of Shore Lake. I made the girls wait in the car as I reserved adjoining rooms at a motel.

“Really? Why this dump?” asked Melody, looking pissed off as I got back into the vehicle. “This place looks like something out of a horror movie.”

Chelsey snorted. “And after everything… you’re surprised?” .

“It may not be much, but it’s inconspicuous and available,” I answered, irritated. Melody had just whined that she was broke and was now complaining about a free place to stay. The girl was obviously spoiled and used to getting her way.

“I can see why it’s available,” she replied, shaking her head in disgust.

Even I had to admit, it was kind of a dump, but we couldn’t afford to be choosy. Plus, hiding out in a luxury hotel would be far too risky. Liam had informed me that Faye was now aware that I was helping out the girls, and we all needed to keep a low profile.

“Chill out, Mel. Beggars can’t be choosers,” said Chelsey, as I parked in front our rooms. “Frankly, I’m just exhausted and could use a shower. As long as it has a bed and a bathroom...”

“I’m sure it does. Along with giant roaches that are waiting for our arrival with open arms,” answered Melody.

Chelsey grimaced. “Nice. Thanks for that disturbing image.”

“It’s probably true,” she said.

“The room will be fine,” I assured them. “It’s not that bad of a place. I’ve stayed in much worse.”

“We haven’t even seen the inside of the rooms yet. They could be much worse than your much worse,” said Melody.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” said Chelsey, yawning. “Let’s just get inside.”

“Oh crap… we don’t have any clean clothes,” said Melody, staring down at her outfit. “I’ve been wearing this for over two days. I doubt this place will have those fluffy, white robes either.”

“None of us are in any position to be choosy,” I answered, getting out. “Considering the time and our location.”

“Speaking of. Where are we?” asked Chelsey.

“Jaynesville,” I replied, staring up at the dark sky, looking for shadows. I couldn’t imagine the Roamers finding us this quickly, but I wasn’t about to let my guard down.

“Never heard of it,” replied Melody. “From the looks of this hick town, the population must be under five-hundred.”

“It was thirteen-hundred and four,” I said, recalling the sign as we passed it.

“Jeez, there has to be something better than this place,” said Melody, getting out of the car. She swung her blond hair over her shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes at me. “Slade… seriously. Maybe we could drive a little further out? Find a Holiday Inn or something?”

“No. It’s late,” I answered, tired of her bitching. I pulled the seat back so Chelsey could get out. “And I’ve already checked us in.”

Chelsey climbed out and looked up at me. “So, do you really believe that Faye is still searching for us?”

My eyes moved from her greenish-blue ones to the light splash of freckles that ran across her nose. I sensed that she had no idea of the kind of beauty she possessed. She literally took my breath away. “I’m pretty sure she’s not going to want to leave any loose ends. She went after your parents. She’ll keep looking for you.”

“Until when?” she asked.

I stared at her dark red hair that shined under the moonlight. My fingers twitched, as I imagined running my hands through those silky strands. “Until one of you is dead.”

She laughed coldly. “That’s reassuring.”

Her sarcasm actually made her more intriguing. I fought the idea of charming her into desiring me, in the same way that I hungered for her. Make her sneak out after Melody fell asleep. Just the thought of undressing her gave me wood. I quickly turned away and began moving toward the motel. “It’s the truth.”

“Did he just say that Faye would keep searching for us until one of us was dead?” whispered Melody in the darkness.

“What do you think?” Chelsey answered.

“Shit. We’re screwed.”

“Tell me about it,” she answered.

I walked to room ten, which was on the end, and unlocked it. Pushing the door open, I turned on the light and glanced inside. There were two queen-sized beds, covered in outdated flowered comforters, a small bathroom, and an old pine dresser with a television resting on it. It was shabby, but relatively clean, despite the musty air.

“It smells bad in here,” complained Melody as she stepped around me and walked toward the nearest bed. “Like… mothballs.”

“It could be worse,” said Chelsey, following her inside. “To be honest, I expected much worse than this when we pulled up.”

Melody’s nose wrinkled. “Well, I’d almost rather sleep in the car.” She pointed at the bed. “God, I hope this place isn’t infested with bed-bugs.”

Chelsey walked to the other mattress and raised the linen. She leaned closer and inspected under the sheet. “It looks safe enough. Nothing crawling around with legs.”

“You can’t always see them,” replied Melody.

Chelsey stood back up. “Honestly, I think we have more to worry about than bed-bugs at this point.”

“Speak for yourself.” Melody shuddered. “I’d rather deal with Faye than get lice or bed-bugs. Besides, we have Slade.” She smiled at me and fluttered her lashes. “He can handle Faye. Right?”

“Hopefully we won’t have to find out,” replied Chelsey.

I silently agreed. I was weak from hunger and not thinking too clearly. I wasn’t sure how much help I’d be against Faye, or her Roamers, should they find us before Liam and the others arrived.

Chelsey stared at me curiously. “Are you okay?”

Nodding, I stepped backwards until I was in the darkness and fresh air. “You’ll be fine. I’ll let you girls get some sleep,” I said. “I’ll be right next door if you need anything. Room Nine.”

“Wait,” said Melody, moving toward me. I knew what she wanted from the look in her eyes.

I forced a smile. “What is it?”

She placed her hand on my chest and began stroking it. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like some company?” she whispered.

“Are you offering dinner?” I replied, showing a hint of fang.

“I guess I’m open to whatever you’d like,” she answered, surprising me. “Especially if it involves something ‘orgasmic’.”

My smile fell. Me and my big mouth. “You need to get some sleep.”

“Don’t you like me?” she whispered.

“Of course I do. But, not like that.”

“Are you sure?” she said, placing my hand on her breast. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’m very flattered, Melody,” I said, snaking my hand back. “But, you shouldn’t offer yourself so freely. Especially, to someone like me.”

“But, that’s just it. I really, really like you,” she answered. “And I don’t care if you’re a vampire. It turns me on.”

“Go inside, Melody,” I ordered, staring into her eyes. “You need to sleep.”

The smile fell from her face. “I’m going inside. To get some sleep.”

I sighed in relief. “Keep your door locked. Your world, right now, is a very dangerous place.”

Her eyes widened. “Are we… are we really safe here, Slade?”

She looked more like a lost child than the sex-kitten from ten seconds ago. It reminded me of how young she really was. How naïve. “Melody, there are no guarantees. Just don’t let your guard down. Not for anyone.”

“That’s good advice,” said Chelsey sharply, now standing in the doorway. She grabbed Melody’s arm, pulled her inside, and slammed the door in my face.

I could hear Melody gasp. “Chelsey, that was rude!”

The wind picked up, blowing my hair, as I stared at the gold-plated number ten in silence. The redhead was definitely feisty, which made her even more appealing. Smiling to myself, I turned and walked to my room.

“HOW IN THE hell can you flirt with him?” I asked, walking away from the door, frustrated. “You, of all people, know what he is.”

“Of course I know. It’s just that he’s been so… nice and you have to admit, he’s totally hot.”

“So what if he’s hot? I’m sure he uses his looks to coerce girls into giving him blood among… other things.” I still wasn’t a believer that he hadn’t had sex with any groupies or hadn’t taken blood from humans to survive. Not after the way I’d seen the rest of his band attack the Roamers. They’d ripped them to shreds, gorging on their blood like starving animals.

She sighed. “He isn’t like that. You heard what he said.”

“I don’t care what he said,” I replied, rubbing my forehead. My headache was definitely coming back. “He’s a vampire and we are his food supply. You jump in bed with him and you may never jump back out.”

“You’re just jealous,” she huffed, stepping into the bathroom.

I grunted and followed her inside. “Jealous? Are you crazy? Did you forget what in the hell has been happening these last couple of days?”

“Of course I didn’t forget,” she said. “I’m just saying that he’s been extra attentive toward me and it drives you crazy.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “What are you talking about?”

“I saw the way you were looking at him earlier. Like you wanted to tear his shirt off and lick him from head to toe. Although, I don’t blame you.” She grinned. “He is totally lickable.”

I stared at her in horror. “Are you really that oblivious to everything? Our parents have been killed by his kind and you’re talking about jumping his bones?”

Her smile fell. “He’s not like them, and of course, I know that our parents are dead,” she said, her eyes filling with pain. “But… we’re alive, and like it or not, it’s because of him. He saved our lives, vampire or not… and don’t forget… he was once just like us.”

“I know, but –”

“Chelsey! He didn’t ask to be a vampire. He’s a victim. Just like we are. If anything, I feel sad for him and so should you.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “Why should I feel sad for him? He’s rich. He never grows old. He can basically do whatever he wants.”

“Maybe, but he has to hide who he truly is from the world. Like he’s some kind of freak.”

I laughed. “I’m sorry but he is some kind of freak. One that we can’t turn our backs on. He basically warned us not to trust him before I slammed the door in his face.”

“He wasn’t talking about himself.”

“You’re just blinded by his looks,” I said.

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and I knew that I was right.

“Look, Chels, if he wanted to kill us, he would have done it already. He’s been nothing but kind and you… you don’t even appreciate what he’s done for us. He could have just stayed behind with the rest of the band. But, he didn’t. He risked his own life by helping us.”

I knew she was right, but it was hard to let my guard down when it came to Slade. For more reasons than I cared to admit. I smiled sadly. “I just don’t want to die.”

“Me neither. And we won’t. Not if we stick with him.”

“You really think we can trust him?”

“He rescued us, fed us, and now we have a place to sleep. He even offered to fly us to Europe. How can we not at least try to trust him?”

I didn’t reply. Even though she had a point, I just couldn’t put my guard down around a man who was also a vampire. Especially, since there was some kind of crazy chemistry going on between us.

“Just try to be nice to him,” she said. “And… be happy for me.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Slade and I were meant to be together,” she said, turning on the shower. “I knew it the moment I first set eyes on him at Club Nightshade, and now… fate has brought us together.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked, pulling off her shirt.

I looked away as she continued undressing. “You honestly think that Slade and you were destined to be together? That he’s going to carry you off into the sunset? Or should I say… the moonlight?”

“Of course,” she said, getting into the shower. “And deep down, he knows it, too. Why do you think he’s been so helpful? He doesn’t want to lose me.”

I stared at the closed curtain in disbelief.

She was delusional.

The Roamers had obviously drugged her and the effects hadn’t worn off. At least, I hoped that was the case.

I PACED AROUND in my room, trying to fight both the hunger and desire that was now consuming me. It didn’t help that I could hear the shower running in the room next to me. Images of Chelsey, lathering herself with suds as water ran down her naked body, raced through my mind.

I had to get out.

Get some fresh air.

Grabbing my cell phone, I sent Liam a text, telling him where we were staying, and then informed him that I was going to hunt.

He texted me back right away.

You? I thought that was against your principles?

Not humans, I texted back, grimacing. I’m going after animals.

I didn’t particularly like the taste, but it would help sustain me until we were back in Europe, and my stocked supply of human blood. Unfortunately, my other stash was somewhere on the tour bus, in Montana. The one that was now missing.

LOL. Sounds tasty. We should be there soon. I might have to meet up w u.

Sounds good.

Liam enjoyed hunting any kind of game. There were times when I envied his species. His diet was easy and consisted of typical human food, as well as fresh, raw meat. Both were so much easier to acquire.

Leaving the motel door unlocked, I flew into the early morning sky, heading for the woods we’d passed by in the car earlier. Fortunately, it didn’t take long before I had my hands on a large buck. Charming the creature with my eyes, I slowly placed my hands on his neck and began petting him. He relaxed and then, as I continued to stroke his fur, resumed eating the nuts he’d been nibbling on. As he continued eating, I grasped him firmly with both hands and sank my fangs into his fur-lined flesh. Panicking, the deer made a bawling noise and tried to pull away. I held it firm and took only enough blood to quell the hunger pangs in my stomach. When I was finished, I released the buck and he tore off through the trees.

Sighing, I reached into my jeans and pulled out the white towel I’d taken from the motel. As I wiped my lips with the rag, I felt eyes upon me.

“I know you’re there,” I called out, recognizing the scent of my watcher.

Liam leaped through the brush and landed next to me in his lycan form. He changed back to a human and stood up, naked and proud as usual.

“The leaves must have given me away,” he replied, his blue eyes dancing. “They tremble in my presence.”

I laughed. “I don’t know what you’re more full of… yourself or just plain shit?”

His face grew serious. “Speaking of shit… it certainly hit the fan. Faye Dunbar was pissed as all hell. I heard she released her Roamers all over town, looking for you and the girls.”

“Is she still scrambling to find us?”

“To be honest, I think she’s already moved on, although her goons are still trying to track Chelsey and Melody.”

“What do you mean, moved on?”

“Jimmy snuck inside the club earlier and was doing a little ear-wigging. He overheard one of the Roamers gossiping, a foxy little number named Celeste, talking about someone named Nikki. She’s apparently Faye’s newest target.”

“Nikki? Don’t know anything about her. Is she a Roamer?”

“Not sure. At least it takes the heat off of Chelsey and Melody. We can drop them off in the next state and head back to Ireland.”

“It’s not that easy, my friend. You know that.”

“It has to be. Look, they aren’t your responsibility, Slade. Besides, we have some concerts coming up and we can’t afford to miss them because of this shit.”

“You’re wrong, Liam. They are my responsibility. Faye used Melody to get to me and now both of the girls’ families are dead. I can’t abandon them.”

“What do you propose, then? Take them back home with us? Make them back-up singers?” he joked.

“To be honest, I’m not sure what to do. But, I’m not going to just walk away. They can’t go back home. They don’t have family in any other state, either. They’ve got nobody.”

Liam sighed. “Why don’t you just give them some money then?”

“That’s not going to keep them alive. They need more than money. They need protection. At least if they’re in Europe, they won’t have to worry about the Roamers.”

“For now, at least.” He sighed. “Have you already invited them to join us?”

“I mentioned it.”

He grunted. “I figured. What was their response?”

“Chelsey didn’t care for the idea.”

“Which one is Chelsey?”

“The redhead.”

His eyes lit up. “The one who gave you wood on stage?”

“What in the hell are you talking about?” I said, hoping he’d forgotten about it.

“You’re so full of it,” he laughed. “You hadn’t had a boner in so long you didn’t even know how to hide it.”

“When you’re built like me, it’s too hard to hide,” I said, laughing.

Liam shook his head. “Admit it. You wouldn’t be going through all of this trouble if you weren’t so hung up on that girl.”

“Whatever. It has nothing to do with that,” I answered, looking up at the sky. The sun was up and I needed to rest. “Where are the others?”

“Back at the motel. Nice place you picked out, by the way. A real shit-hole.”

“Nothing else around. I didn’t feel like driving anymore, either. Not with the two girls in the car.”

His eyes lit up with amusement. “You didn’t trust yourself?”

“They wouldn’t shut up,” I said, knowing it would make him laugh.

He did. “If you want, I’ll take the blond off of your hands. I could use a woman in my bed tonight. It’s been too long and I have a lot of pent-up energy. It’s driving me nuts.”

I grunted. “Too long without a woman? What’s it been, a week?”

“Three days. But, who’s counting?” he replied, smiling wickedly.

“Melody is with Chelsey in the room next door. She’s just like all the other fans, so I’m sure it wouldn’t take much for you to charm the pants off of her. But, I have to advise against it. They’re both going through a lot of shit and it wouldn’t be right.”

“It’s only wrong if I can’t put a smile on her face,” he replied. “And she probably could use one after the past few days.”

“Not from what you’re thinking.”

“You have no idea what I’m thinking,” he said, changing back into a lycan. “Race you back.”

I flew up into the sky and beat him back by three minutes. He may have been faster, but I owned the sky.

AFTER MELODY WAS finished with her shower, she hesitantly crawled into the bed next to mine. The springs creaked as she tried to find a comfortable position. “Nice,” she muttered. “I really freaken hate this place.”

“Do you want me to turn off the television?” I asked. I was flipping through the channels, curious to see if there had been any reports on our parents’ murders, or any mention of Club Nightshade. Nobody seemed to be reporting anything.

“No,” she said. “It’s okay if you leave it on. I can’t sleep when it’s too quiet anyway.”

“Okay. I’ll wait until you’re asleep and then shut it down.”

She turned to her side and looked at me. “How’s your head? Better?”

“A little,” I replied.

“There’s a soda machine outside. If you drink something with caffeine, it will probably help.”

I yawned. “Probably, but it will also keep me up and we both need to sleep.”

“Okay. Well, goodnight,” she said, turning over.

“Goodnight.”

Less than five minutes later, Melody was snoring softly.

Deciding that a bath might relax me, I turned off the television and set the remote control on the nightstand. Then I stood up and walked quietly into the bathroom, trying not to wake Melody. Locking the door, I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the girl in the mirror. The one with the haunted eyes.

And you think Slade is attracted to you? I thought, wrinkling my nose at my reflection. Who was I kidding?

After starting the water, I ran a hand through my auburn hair, pulled at a couple of snarls in the back, and sighed. I seriously looked like someone who’d been lost in the wilderness for days, and had just now stepped back into civilization. Ironically, Melody and I were both lost. We didn’t really know where to go, plus our only sanctuary was the rundown motel that someone else had paid for. I hated that feeling. Hated having to rely on someone else’s money, especially Slade’s.

I removed my clothes and stepped into the tub. As I lowered myself into the water, I looked around the bathroom, half-expecting to find a peephole. Even I had to admit, the hotel was creepy.

Leaning back, I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of everything, but it refused to cooperate. Images of Faye in her gargoyle form, smiling evilly as she flew off with Susan flashed through my brain, followed by Slade’s handsome face as he stared down at me from the stage.

Groaning inwardly, I sat up and grabbed the soap. I bathed and then quickly washed my hair with the cheap motel shampoo and conditioner. When I was finished, I wrapped one towel around my torso and another around my hair. I washed my bra, panties, sweater, and jeans in the bathtub and then hung them up to dry on the shower rod. When I was finished, I pulled the towel off of my head, walked out of the bathroom, and slid under the sheets, falling into a deep sleep.

A LOUD KNOCK on the door woke both of us a few hours later.

“Housekeeping,” hollered a woman outside.

Melody groaned and sat up on her elbows. “What time is it?”

The curtains were still drawn and the room was dark. I turned over and looked at the clock. “It’s noon.”

“Noon? Hell…” Melody raised her voice. “Come back later, please!”

“Okay,” the woman replied.

Yawning, I sat up. “I can’t believe I slept that long in this crappy bed.” At least my headache was finally gone.

“Long? It’s only been a few hours. I could use several more of them,” she mumbled.

I slid out of bed, pulling the towel around my body. It had slipped off and I had to admit, sleeping naked under the sheets had been comfortable. “You may as well go back to sleep. Who knows when we’ll get the luxury of a bed again?”

“You worry too much,” replied Melody, yawning, too. “I told you, Slade’s going to take care of us.”

“Right.”

“You’ll see,” she murmured, as I padded into the bathroom.

I went to the shower and touched my clothing. They were still damp. Sighing, I used the bathroom and then walked out.

“Hey,” said a familiar voice.

“What are you doing in here?” I gasped, stopping dead in my tracks. Slade sat at the small table next to the window with his leg crossed over his knee, looking very comfortable. Almost like he’d been there for hours.

“I knocked. When nobody answered, I let myself in,” he replied quietly, now staring at my towel.

“How did you get in? I thought the door was locked.”

He held up a white plastic card. “I have another key.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, she’s out cold, I see.”

I held the front of the towel tightly to keep it from falling open and looked back over at Melody, who was once again, sound asleep and snoring. “She could sleep through a war,” I mumbled.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a girl snore like that,” said Slade, chuckling. “She should see a doctor for that.”

“She can’t help it,” I snapped. Normally I would have laughed, too, but he had a way of really pissing me off. Hell, he didn’t even have to speak and he annoyed me.

“Sorry,” he said, sitting up straighter. I noticed that he’d changed clothing and was now wearing a new pair of faded jeans, along with a plain white T-shirt. He stood up. “You’d better wake her and get dressed,” he said, looking at my towel again. “We’re leaving in an hour.”

“Leaving? Where are we going?” I asked, feeling my cheeks turn pink as his eyes lowered to my thighs and then up to my cleavage.

“To a hangar about two hours from here. You have very nice legs. Are you a dancer or a gymnast?”

“Neither. Do you mind looking above my waist?” I said stiffly.

Looking slightly embarrassed, his eyes met mine and there was a strange fiery light there. He smiled crookedly. “Sorry. You really do have nice gams.”

My eyes widened. “I have nice what?”

“Gams. It’s an older expression for legs.”

I relaxed. “Oh. Uh, thanks.”

“What did you think I said?” He smiled wickedly and eyeballed my chest. “Nice mams?”

“No,” I snapped, pulling the towel up slightly.

“I’m sure they’re very nice, too.”

My face turned scarlet. “Seriously, would you stop?”

He laughed. “Blushing becomes you.”

“Whatever.” Still embarrassed, I quickly changed the subject. “Uh, you mentioned a hangar. As in an airplane hangar?”

“Yeah.”

Alarm bells went off in my head. “So, uh, you’re going back to Europe today?”

“Yes. Dublin. We’re all going. You included.”

“OH NO… WE are not leaving the states,” I said quickly.

He sighed. “I don’t think you have any other choice.”

“You can’t honestly think that we’re just going to drop everything and follow you to Europe?”

“What’s to drop, besides that towel?” he said, obviously trying to be funny. “Seriously? There is nothing left here for you.”

His words didn’t bring a smile to my face. It brought grief and despair. My heart felt heavy as the direness of our situation really sank in. There was no family waiting for us at home. My best friend Susan was gone. He was right. There really wasn’t much holding us here. But, I still had my education and my parents wouldn’t have wanted me to give that up. They’d been so proud of what I’d already accomplished. “I’m in college,” I said. “I have tests coming up. Studying. I just can’t leave it all behind.”

“So, you’re actually planning on going back home?” he asked in disbelief.

Even I knew that returning to my parents’ house was a stupid idea. “No, I’m not returning directly home. But, I can’t give up college. I’ll move in with a classmate, if I have to.”

His smile was grim. “You know, that’s suicide… and not to mention, murder. They’d kill you and your roommate.”

Dammit. He was right again. I’d be putting everyone’s life in danger. “Fine. I’ll move to another state and transfer my credits to a different college. Melody can join me. At least we’ll have each other.”

He folded his arms under his chest. I could tell he thought I was being foolish. “You really think it will be that easy?”

My eyes filled with frustrated tears. “I don’t know. But, you’re asking us to make a hasty decision like this. In an hour. It’s just too much.”

His eyes softened. “I wish there was another way.”

“There has to be.”

“I have to get on that plane, Chelsey. And if I’m going, you should too. If you don’t, both of you could end up like your family.”

“It’s just such a hard decision.”

“I’m sure it’s an overwhelming decision. Especially for someone as young as you.”

“Well, I’m not that young,” I replied stiffly, brushing away the tears from my lashes.

“Right. What are you, twenty?”

I pursed my lips. “Almost nineteen.”

He shook his head, grinning humorlessly. “Not that young…Christ, you’re a babe.”

“I know it sounds young but… I am an adult. I’m capable of making my own decisions. So is Melody.” Although, I knew she would follow him to Hell and back, if he asked.

“True, but I think you should still consider the situation you’ve been thrown into. I highly doubt you’re prepared to deal with immortal assassins like the Roamers. You need protection from someone as formidable as us. At least for now.”

I didn’t reply.

Sighing, he walked toward the door and then turned around. “Okay, tell me this… if you stay, what will you do about your financial situation?”

I shrugged. “That shouldn’t be too much of a concern. My parents each had bank accounts. They should have had money saved.”

“They had money saved,” he repeated, smiling at me like I was naive. “Do you honestly think that the bank is going to allow you to empty out your parents’ checking and savings accounts?”

“I’m sure I’m their beneficiary.”

“And how are you going to prove that they’re dead? You’d need a copy of their death certificates to claim any kind of inheritance or life insurance policy.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. His points were so valid that it was making my head spin. “Melody and I will just have to get jobs and find a place to live. Someplace other than Montana.”

“Great idea. Get a job and within a few days, Faye’s goons will show up at your new place of employment. You may as well just send her a postcard.”

“How would they find us if we moved away?”

“Your social security numbers. Caleb could easily track you down as soon as your new employer registered them. You’d both be as good as dead.”

I swore. He was right. I hadn’t even thought about that.

“Chelsey, face it, you don’t really have a choice. Without money or people to hide you, the Roamers will find you. And kill you.”

“He’s right,” said Melody, who I’d noticed had stopped snoring some time ago. She sat up in bed. “We need their protection or we may as well put a gun to our heads and pull the trigger, before someone else does. I don’t know about you, but I’m doing whatever Slade asks.”

And with great pleasure, I thought.

I chewed on my lower lip. Our situation was hopeless. “I guess we don’t really have a choice, do we?”

“OBVIOUSLY WE DO have a choice. Die or go with them,” said Melody, getting off of the bed. “The answer is simple.”

“I suppose,” I said, still frightened of the idea. I’d never even been out of Montana, let alone flown on a plane that would take us to another country.

Slade ran a hand through his hair, which looked slightly damp. “Okay, I can see that you’re still nervous about it, Chelsey. It doesn’t have to be a permanent thing, though. I can offer you the sanctuary you need, until it’s safe to return to the U.S.”

“And when will that be?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t have that answer. But, who knows, you might just enjoy living in Romania. You may never want to come back to this country.”

“Romania? I thought we were going to Ireland?” I replied, looking at Melody. Not that it made a difference. We’d be lost in both countries.

“We’re going there first, but my home is in Romania. The others live in Ireland and that’s where our studio is.”

“Let me guess – you own an old castle in Romania, and have lived there for hundreds of years,” I replied with a half-smile.

He smirked. “No. I own a condo near the Black Sea in Constanta. Liam owns a castle in Ireland, though. If you’d prefer a fortress, he’s the man who can give it to you.”

“Uh, Liam.  He’s the werewolf?” asked Melody.

“The lycan,” he corrected. “Don’t ever call him the other.”

She smiled. “Oh, right. Well, I don’t know about Chelsey, but I’d be more than happy to stay in your cozy little condo.”

“It’s actually quite large. In fact, it takes up the entire upper level of the building, so there is plenty of room for you both, there,” he replied. He looked at me. “But, it’s up to you. I’m sure if I ask, Liam will allow you to stay at the castle. His staff would take very good care of you.”

“Wherever you want to put me,” I replied, still feeling queasy about the whole idea. “I really don’t care at this point.”

Slade looked at the clock. “Well, there is plenty of time to think about that on the plane. Either place is fine with me. He may own a castle, but my condo is pretty swank. I just had some remodeling done last summer.”

“Oh, I already know your condo is totally awesome,” gushed Melody.

He frowned. “What do you mean you already know?”

She blushed. “Um, well, I saw a couple of pictures in one of the tabloids, a few months back. They said you bought the entire building and were renovating it.”

“I’d stay away from that trash if I were you,” he said, looking irritated. “They profit on lies.”

“I didn’t buy it,” she said quickly. “I was getting my hair done at a salon and was just paging through some of the magazine. Bored, you know?”

“Right,” he said. “Anyway, the choice is all yours.”

“Like I said, I don’t care where we stay,” I replied. “But, wouldn’t a castle offer more protection?”

“Sometimes bigger isn’t always better,” he replied.”

“I don’t know about that,” giggled Melody.

He shook his head and looked at me.

I rolled my eyes.

“Girls, the condo is secure. That’s all you need to know.”

“Is there a pool?” asked Melody.

He nodded. “Actually, I just recently had a private rooftop pool installed.”

She squealed in delight. “Yes. Chels, we are going to have so much fun.”

I grunted. “Yaay. Fun. Can’t wait.”

His sighed. “I understand your lack of enthusiasm. I really do. But, you’ll be safe and that’s the important thing. In fact, I’ll hire a couple of security guards to keep an eye on you both, while we’re touring.”

Melody’s smile fell away. “You’ll be touring?”

“Yeah. We have several concerts coming up in the UK as well as Australia. Lots of traveling involved.”

“I could join you. I mean,” she nodded toward me, “we could join you.”

“That’s something we’ll have to discuss later. I can’t make the decision without my band members anyway.”

“I understand,” she replied.

There was a loud knock on the door. Slade opened it up slightly and stuck his head out.

“They ready?” asked a voice I recognized as Liam’s on the other side of the doorway.

“Almost.”

“You helping them get dressed or what?” joked the drummer.

“I’m just explaining what’s going on,” he said tightly. “I’ll be right out.”

“Take your time,” answered Liam in an amused voice. “Do it right.”

Shaking his head, Slade turned and looked back at us. “You know, I’m just going to wait for you outside, with the others.”

“Okay,” I answered, moving toward the bathroom. I knew my clothes were still damp, but they were all I had.

“Slade, you wouldn’t happen to have any extra concert T-shirts or anything?” asked Melody as I was about to close the door. “I’ve been wearing this outfit for the last few days. I mean, I did take a shower, but...”

I stuck my head out of the bathroom. “Yeah, I could use something clean, too. If… you don’t mind?”

“I don’t have anything right now. But, I’m sure we can find you something on the way to the hangar. There should be some stores around.”

“Thanks,” she replied, putting a hand on his forearm. She leaned forward. “You’ve done so much for us. If there’s anything I can do to repay you, just ask. I mean… anything.”

She just wouldn’t give up. It was almost embarrassing.

He frowned. “Melody, you don’t have to do anything. I already went over that.”

She smiled. “I know. But I really want to. I’ll even wash your clothes or… your car. I also give awesome back massages.”

He looked at me. “I hate to do this… but I’m going to go ape-shit if I don’t. And, it’s for her own good.”

“Do what?” we both asked.

He stared into Melody’s eyes and his voice was gentle, but commanding. “You need to keep your distance from me, Melody. Deep down… you know that I’m no enemy to you, but… you’re not quite sure of me.”

Her eyes dilated. She let go of his arm and repeated what he said. “You make me a little nervous. I want to keep my distance.”

“Yes. Now, go and prepare yourself for the drive,” he said evenly.

Like a robot, she turned around and walked past me into the bathroom.

He grinned and then looked at me.

“What in the hell did you just do to her?” I asked, staring at him in shock.

“I didn’t hurt her or anything. It’s just a form of hypnotism.”

“Hypnotism? But why would you do that?”

“It was for her own good. She’s basically throwing herself at me,” he whispered. “She needs to stop.”

“Well, are you going to hypnotize me, too?” I asked coolly. “For my own good?”

He grinned darkly. “Why? Do you want to throw yourself at me, too?”

I scowled. “No.”

“I could change that,” he said, tugging at my towel. “I wouldn’t have to do it with my eyes, either.”

I gasped and stepped away from him. “Don’t you dare!”

He chuckled. “You’re no fun.”

“That’s right. I am no fun. Don’t forget that, either.”

Opening the door, he looked back at me. “Get dressed before I hypnotize you into making you show me your mams.”

My jaw dropped.

“Something tells me they’re much prettier than your gams,” he said, winking.

I STEPPED OUT of the motel and walked to my Firebird, where members of the band, Liam, Bradan, Jimmy, and Sean were all standing, talking amongst themselves. Everyone, except Liam, wore dark sunglasses and looked like they were recovering from a heavy night of partying.

“The girls coming?” asked Liam.

“Soon,” I replied, twirling the car keys around my pinky. “You guys can leave, you know. You don’t have to wait around. Where’s your motorcycle, Liam?”

“I left it at Club Nightshade,” he answered glumly. “Everything happened so fast when the shit went down. I tried going back for it later, but someone had trashed it.”

“Oh, man… I’m sorry,” I said. “That bike was wicked.”

“It was bad-ass,” he said, sighing. “Someone’s going to have to pay for that, Slade. Maybe not now, but I won’t forget about Faye and those dumb-shits. I’ll take it out of their hide.”

“I don’t blame you,” I said.

“Maybe it wasn’t a Roamer,” said Sean.

“It was,” said Jimmy, the redhead with the goatee. “They knew the bike was yours.”

“If I ever get my hands on the asshole who did it, I’ll rip him to shreds for what he did. I loved that bike, and it loved me.”

“You only had it for two weeks,” said Jimmy. “You couldn’t have been that attached.”

“You’re not a rider,” he answered. “There’s no way you could appreciate the relationship between a man and his bike.”

During our tour in the U.S., Liam had purchased the 2013 Softail Fatboy right after I’d picked up my Firebird. I wasn’t a rider either, but I loved my car. I’d have been just as pissed if someone had harmed it.

“I guess not,” replied Jimmy. “But, I’m sure going to miss our bus. Did any of you contact the rental company?”

Jimmy, Bradan, and Sean had spent most of their time in the tour bus we’d rented. We’d needed it for appearances and they’d preferred the luxury of it to my car. Unfortunately, the bus had been left behind in the club’s parking lot after our squabble and God only knew what had become of it.

“I’ll call them later,” I replied. “Tell them it was stolen.”

“Good plan,” replied Sean.

Bradan glanced at his phone. “It’s getting late. What’s taking them so long?”

“You in a hurry to get back to your mum?” I teased. It was a running joke that his mother, Bridget, who was also a vampire, had Bradan under her thumb. The fact that he’d agreed to a few concerts in the U.S. had shocked us all, since Bridget hadn’t been too keen on the idea.

“Piss off,” he replied, scowling. “She’s freaking out, okay? Has told me some horrible things about Faye Dunbar. Personally, I don’t think we’ve seen the last of her.”

“How does she know Faye?” I asked. “Your mother has never even been to the U.S.”

“Maybe not, but she knows Faye’s brother, Kane. Said he’s not someone you want to mess with. She heard that Faye is just as dangerous. She was going to fly out here, to help us out, but I told her not to.”

“Should have let her come out,” said Liam, who was now leaning against my car and chewing on a toothpick. He smirked. “Your mother is one hot little number. One would never know she’s over two-hundred years old.”

Bradan’s face turned red. Clenching his jaw, he jabbed his index finger at Liam. “Don’t you even think about it, Liam. You stay the hell away from her.”

Liam’s eyes widened. “Settle down. I’m just choking your chain.”

“Right,” continued Bradan. “She’s got enough problems going on as it is. Now that she’s lost Bella. I don’t need you screwing with her.”

Bella had been her most recent dog a Golden Retriever. Being immortal, she’d had a lot of pets die over the years, and I’d learned that she’d taken each of their deaths pretty hard.

Liam looked at me. “Damn, should I be offended?”

I put a hand on Bradan’s shoulder. “Relax. You know Liam wouldn’t have a chance with her anyway. She’d laugh at him if he tried to make any kind of move.”

“Oh, she’ll definitely have a smile on her face when I’m done with her,” replied Liam.

I shook my head. “You really are a dick.”

Bradan turned to Sean and Jimmy. “You guys want to leave?”

“Let’s do it,” said Jimmy.

“I’m ready,” replied Sean. He turned to me. “We’ll meet you at the hangar, then?”

“Sounds good,” I said.

“Later,” said Jimmy as he glanced around the parking lot before shooting off into the sky. Sean quickly followed suit.

“Behave yourself,” said Bradan, staring at Liam. “I know it’s difficult for you, but try anyway.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he replied, smiling crookedly. “Especially if we’re traveling with two fine looking babes.”

“Exactly, Liam. They’re just babes. They can’t be over twenty,” said Bradan. “Right, Slade?”

“They’re not. Don’t worry about him,” I said. “I’ll keep him in line.”

“You shouldn’t have to. A male should know his own boundaries. No matter what breed,” he said before disappearing into the sky with the others.

“Bradan and his words of wisdom,” said Liam.

“He’s right, you know.”

“Am I really that bad?” asked Liam.

“If you have to ask, then obviously you are.”

He grunted.

The door to Chelsey and Melody’s room opened and they walked out.

Liam immediately turned on the charm. “Good morning. You two are a sight for sore eyes today.”

“Why is that?” asked Chelsey, smiling coolly.

“Besides the both of you being lovely, I’m hungrier than a bear. Now we can leave this dump and find a place to eat.”

Melody smiled uneasily. “Uh, you’re the lycan, right?”

Liam’s eyes twinkled. “Yes, but don’t worry, beautiful, you’re not on my menu.” He winked. “At least when it comes to food. My other appetites would beg to differ.”

“That’s a relief,” she replied, laughing nervously.

“Speak for yourself,” muttered Chelsey, folding her arms under her chest. She eyed me warily and I winked at her.

“You girls are both safe with us. I think we proved it last night,” said Liam.

“Oh really?” asked Chelsey. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled. “You’re still breathing. If we wanted to harm either of you, we’d have done it already.”

Neither girl replied.

“Jesus,” said Liam, shaking his head. He looked at me. “Are they always this… uptight?”

“You’d be uptight too if you lost your entire family,” stated Chelsey.

“Settle down, lass. I’m just trying to make you smile,” said Liam. “Sorry if I’ve offended you.”

Chelsey’s shoulders relaxed. “I’m the one who is sorry. I’m just… you know.”

His eyes softened. “I know and I don’t blame you. Just remember that Slade and I are friend and not foe.” He opened up his arms and smiled at them innocently. “Would either of you like a huggy-bear? It might make you feel better.”

Both girls laughed.

“A huggy-bear?” repeated Chelsey.

He put his hands down. “Yes, it’s just a big bear-sized hug. Me pa used to give them to me when I was just a wee-lad. Always made me feel better. Although, I have to admit, I might get a little more pleasure out of hugging you than you me.”

Chelsey grinned again and I felt an unexpected twinge of jealousy. I’d been trying to win her over the last few hours and he was able to do it with ease.

“Chelsey? Melody? Slade, you could probably use a hug,” he said, coming toward me.

“I’ll pass,” I said, shaking my head.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” he said. “Well, maybe later. Should we vacate this place?”

“Quickly,” said Melody. “It’s disgusting.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Liam walked around to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. Pulling the seat back, he looked at the girls. “I’d offer to sit in back so one of you could ride in the front, but my legs are too long.”

“That’s fine,” answered Chelsey, getting into the backseat. “I prefer the back, anyway.”

Liam’s eyes lit up and he looked at me. “She prefers the back,” he mouthed, giving me the thumbs up.

Shaking my head but grinning, I opened my door and held the seat so Melody could also get in. She smiled politely, but the look in her eyes told me that the charm had worked well. There would be no more flirting.

After Liam and I got in, I started the engine and peered over my shoulder at Chelsey, who was staring out the side window. I noticed that her clothes were damp. “What, did you take a shower in your clothes?” I teased.

“No,” she said, looking down. “I just tried to clean them.”

“We’ll get you some new ones,” I said, backing out of the parking spot.

“And food,” said Liam, rolling down the window.

I turned on the radio and we peeled out of the parking lot. “Yes. And food.”

LIAM TALKED OUR ears off as we drove. He was a bundle of energy and I found myself laughing at a lot of his stories.

“Sorry,” he said, after going on about how Bradan had insulted him earlier. “I’m sure you are all tired of listening to me complain.”

“Yes,” I said.

He flipped me off.

“It’s okay,” replied Melody, who now seemed more enthralled with the blond, Nordic-looking drummer than Slade. “It sounds like he was treating you unfairly. I’d have been angry, too.”

“I’m really not that bad of a guy,” he answered, crossing his arms under his chest. “Definitely not someone who is just looking to get laid constantly.”

“I can’t believe you said that with a straight face,” said Slade, smirking.

Liam chuckled and rubbed his shadowed jawline. “Have to admit – it kind of hurt.”

I smirked. “So, you really aren’t to be trusted around Bradan’s mom?”

“If you ask me, trust is overrated anyway,” he answered. “My theory is that a woman is more receptive to a man when she’s not too sure of him. It keeps her… interested. Turns her on because she can’t figure him out.”

“I disagree. I think she’s more turned on when he’s aloof or mysterious,” I corrected. “But, untrustworthy? Hell, no.”

“So, are you turned on by the unknown?” asked Slade.

“We weren’t talking about me,” I replied.

Liam looked back at me and smiled. “Someone’s blushing.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Whatever.”

“I have to agree with Chelsey,” said Melody, thankfully changing the subject. “I don’t mind a guy being a little mysterious, but if I can’t trust him, I’d just as soon stay clear.”

“What if you’re just hooking up for sex?” asked Liam. “Does it matter?”

“Wouldn’t that make it even more important?” she said. “How can you have sex with someone you don’t trust?”

“It happens all the time,” he replied.

“How many times did it happen last week, Liam?” asked Slade.

Liam laughed. “More times than I can count.”

“I think we can all trust you on that,” said Slade.

“Seriously, I’m just messing with you, girls. I’m really not that bad,” said Liam, still grinning. “In fact, before we started touring, I broke up with my girlfriend. I knew there would be plenty of temptation and didn’t want to get into trouble. Not with someone like her.”

“She was a little insane,” said Slade.

“Yeah,” he replied. “That was another good reason to call it quits.”

“Was she a lycan?” asked Melody.

“She was. Besides being out of her mind, she was a full-blooded Irish lycan,” said Liam. “Not someone you could cheat on and live to tell about it.”

“How long were you together?” she asked.

He scratched his chin. “About four weeks. Damn, I need a shave. Touch my face, Slade. Is it too rough?”

“Get out of here,” said Slade, as he tried to grab his hand.

Liam laughed and pointed to the windshield.  “Keep your eyes on the road, Slade. You’re going to get us killed,” he teased.

“You’re such an ass,” said Slade, shaking his head.

“I love it when a man has some scruff on his jawline,” said Melody. “It’s sexy.”

Liam looked back at her and grinned. “You don’t mind a little chafing, huh?”

“It depends on where it is,” she said. “Pain is sometimes good, right?”

I stared at my cousin in shock. She was actually flirting with the lycan now. Had she no shame?

Liam and Slade looked at each other and began to laugh.

“Wow,” I said, shaking my head. “Just… wow.”

She grinned wickedly. “Don’t worry, Chelsey, you’ll know what I mean. Someday.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled, embarrassed. I didn’t need Slade or Liam knowing I was a virgin.

Noticing my irritation, she quickly changed the subject. “So, Liam, did you grow up in Ireland?”

“Indeed. Lived there most of my life.” He then explained that his mother was originally from America.

“Was she also a lycan?” asked Melody.

“Yes. She was visiting Dublin when my parents first met.”

“What are the chances of that?  Two lycan, from different countries, falling for each other,” she mused. “Are there many of your kind in Europe?”

“Yes, but you’d never know. We try to keep a low profile. Most of us, at least.”

“Some don’t?” I asked, intrigued with the fact that there were so many of them and still, they had to hide.

“No. Some get out of hand,” he answered. “Cause a lot of problems.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Liam shrugged. “Having these gifts can make one… arrogant and foolish.”

“And dangerous?” I replied.

“Absolutely. They then become a liability, so we have to control them,” he replied. “Can’t have our kind running crazy and drawing attention, you know.”

“Do you help with putting them in line?” asked Melody.

“If I’m around, yeah. Our existence depends on our race remaining nothing more than a fairy tale. Imagine the reaction your world would have if they learned about us?”

“I’m sure,” answered Melody. “It must be hard to have to live a lie.”

He laughed. “I wouldn’t say we’re living a lie. Just staying elusive.”

“Well, you certainly don’t seem… out of control or dangerous, like one would imagine a lycan to be,” she said. “Not that I’ve heard much about your kind. Or,” she nodded toward Slade. “His.”

“I can’t speak for vampires, but most of us are like you. Just trying to survive. But make no mistake, you double-cross our kin or friends, and you’ll see how dangerous we can be.”

“We noticed that the other night,” I replied. “It was pretty gruesome.”

He shrugged. “Most of our enemies have to be dealt with in that matter. It’s us or them. You may not understand since you’re a mortal, but…”

“Believe me, I’m beginning to,” I said dryly. “Especially when the local cops can’t be trusted.”

“I heard about Caleb coming for you. Believe me, he would have handed you over to Faye and gotten heavily rewarded for it,” said Liam.

“Well, thank goodness for Slade and Melody rescuing me,” I said, surprising even myself. But, I couldn’t deny the fact that if it wasn’t for Slade, I’d probably be dead, too.

Surprised, Slade looked back at me in the rearview mirror.

I laughed nervously. “Uh, by the way, thanks, Slade. I don’t know if I’ve actually said the words…”

“It’s not a problem,” he answered, his eyes smiling.

Liam reached over and patted Slade on the shoulder. “Slade lives to rescue damsels in distress. He’s always trying to protect them from monsters and lecherous dogs like me. Right, Slade?”

Slade chuckled. “But you still manage to get your paws on them.”

“What can I say – they can’t seem to refuse my biscuits. And I do have the largest bone on the block.”

I rolled my eyes but laughed in spite of myself.

“How long have you two known each other?” asked Melody, also smiling.

We learned that they’d been friends for the last decade, although Slade had only joined their band three years ago.

“Were you always a singer?” I asked him.

“Me? No,” replied Slade. He explained that he he’d been visiting Liam’s castle, where they’d been practicing, when the previous singer, Alto, had gotten upset about one of the songs and had stormed out. Liam, on a whim, talked Slade into rehearsing the same song with them. He’d been good. Really good. Better than Alto.

“Wow, it was that easy?” I asked.

“There wasn’t anything easy about it, actually. He certainly didn’t want to get on stage and perform in front of anyone,” said Liam. “Not at first, anyway.”

“Why?” I asked. “Where you afraid of being in front of a crowd?”

“That wasn’t it. I guess back then I thought it was pointless and a little… immoral,” said Slade. “A group of immortals throwing concerts and touring.”

“Why?” asked Melody. “Why would you think it was immoral?”

“Because of our powers. We could charm our audience if we wanted to. Take anything we wanted from them.”

“But I explained that it wasn’t what we were about. It was about the music,” said Liam. “Sharing it with others and fitting in. I mean, hell, we’re a good band. It just took Slade some time to figure things out. Especially how therapeutic being on stage could be.”

“It’s therapeutic? How so?” I asked.

“On stage, we’re just a group of guys doing what we enjoy and sharing it with others,” said Slade quietly. “Not… monsters.”

We were all silent for a minute, and then I asked, “Do you enjoy singing?”

His eyes met mine. “What do you think?”

Remembering the way he’d performed on stage, it was obvious. Nobody could put that much heart and emotion into the lyrics without truly enjoying it.

“I think Slade just does it for the chicks,” joked Liam.

Slade frowned. “You of all people know that’s a crock of shit.”

Liam laughed and winked at me. “He hates it when I goad him about it. To be honest, Slade is probably the only sex-deprived musician in the world who would kick a fan out of his bed, no matter what they offered.”

Sex deprived?

Slade?

It seemed ludicrous. Sure, he was a vampire, but he was also handsome and sexy as hell. Girls had to be throwing themselves at him constantly. Even vampire girls.

“Enough about my sex life,” said Slade firmly. “In fact, enough about sex. Isn’t there anything else you like talking about, Liam?”

Liam grinned. “You really do need to get laid. You’re all wound up.”

“And you need to be a little more wound up,” he answered. “Your mind is always in the gutter.”

“I have a question,” said Melody. “I’m just curious, were you born a lycan, Liam?”

“Yes,” replied Liam. “Most of us are.”

“But not all of you?” she asked.

“I’ve heard mention that there are ways to make a mortal a lycan. I’ve never seen it done, however. But… I’ve heard the rumors.”

“Huh… interesting. Um, could you impregnate a mortal with a lycan baby?” asked Melody.

Slade’s eyebrow arched and he glanced over at Liam.

Liam smiled wickedly. “Why, I’m not sure, darlin’. Would you like to put it to the test?”

Her face turned scarlet, which surprised me. “Ha, funny. No, I was just curious. I mean, if it was possible, would they even survive in the womb?”

“It’s a good question,” I said, and then added. “From a medical standpoint, that is.”

“Well, I’d be happy to volunteer myself for that kind of experimentation, as long as I’m the one doing the poking,” said Liam.

Melody and I both laughed. I had to admit, even though he was a major flirt and cocky, there was something about him that put me at ease, which was odd since I knew what he really was and what he was capable of. But, I didn’t care. Liam was a breath of fresh air.

“SO, ENOUGH ABOUT me… are either of you in college?” he asked. We’d just pulled up to a small mini-mall in Shorewood, Montana.

“Yes,” I replied, as Slade parked in front of a sporting goods-slash-dollar store. “I mean, I was going to U.M.T.”

“As in the University of Montana?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“For what?” asked Liam, watching an attractive blond stroll by as she talked on her cell phone. She was dressed in a white blouse, beige skirt, and pumps. He blew her a kiss and she waved at him.

“I’d planned on becoming a Forensic Investigator one day,” I said, also staring after the woman as she entered a coffee shop at the end of the mall.

“Forensic Investigator. Huh. I’m sure that takes a while. Probably spend a decade in school, huh?” he asked.

“Something like that,” I answered.

“And you don’t mind? You mortals have a limited supply of years. I can’t imagine spending that many of them in school,” he replied.

I smiled. “I know. But, in the end, it would have been worth it.”

“Why do you say ‘would have’?” asked Slade.

“Obviously, you know why,” I replied.

“Don’t give up your dreams because of all of this,” he said, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “I mean, it may seem like nothing else matters at the moment, but things will get better.”

I looked away. “It’s a little late for that. My dreams included my parents. Their support and… hell… just them being in my life.”

“They wouldn’t want you to give up. You said so yourself,” said Slade.

I shrugged. “I know.”

“What about you, Melody?” asked Liam.

She sighed. “I was planning on enrolling in Beauty School next spring.”

“I’m sure there are quite a few Beauty Schools in Ireland,” said Liam. “You could always enroll there.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she answered as we got out of the car and headed toward the store. “I guess it’s something to think about.”

Liam reached the door first and opened it for us. “Just like Slade said, it’s not the end of the world. It probably seems that way now, but don’t give up,” he said in a low voice. “Everything happens for a reason.”

“The reason was a bitch named Faye Dunbar,” I mumbled as I walked past him.

“Don’t worry,” he answered. “She’ll get hers someday.”

“I hope so,” I said.

We began looking around the store, which was lacking customers but not ‘dollar deals’. Unfortunately, most of the discounted items were things we didn’t need, like pot-holders and acrylic figurines.

“Grandma would love this place,” said Melody, picking up a bracelet with little birds painted on it.

I smiled sadly and nodded, too choked up to answer.

“Can I help you?” asked a clerk, walking by.

“We’re looking for your clothing department,” said Slade.

The girl’s face lit up as she noticed him. “Are you… that singer?”

“Good God, you don’t want to hear him sing,” joked Liam. “He’s definitely not who you think he is.”

She looked disappointed. “Oh. Okay. Well, check back there,” she said, pointing toward the other side of the store.

We walked over and started looking around. Most of the items consisted of fishing, hunting, and camping gear.

“Here we go,” said Melody, locating a smaller section offering female apparel.

“Get what you need,” reminded Slade, picking up a pair of binoculars.

“Okay,” we replied in unison.

Both of us selected a variety of T-shirts, cotton pants, boxers, and sports bras.

“Check it out, camouflage panties,” said Melody, holding up a pair of green and pink ones. “You definitely need these.”

I flipped her off but grabbed them anyway and kept looking around. “Do you think Slade will mind that we’re getting all of this?” I said out loud, my back to Melody.

“Not at all,” replied a masculine voice near my ear.

I turned around and found Slade standing uncomfortably close. Close enough to smell that candy smell he generated. I took a step back and smiled. “Oh, good. Thank you. It feels weird having you buy all of these things for us, I have to admit.”

“Don’t worry about it. Buy whatever you want,” he said, picking up a camouflaged tank top. He looked at my chest and the side of his lip curled up. “Get this, too. It will look good.”

My cheeks turned pink. “That’s okay. I really don’t think that I’ll need it.”

“Use it for pajamas. Here,” he picked up a pair of pink cotton shorts that were lying in a pile nearby. “These look comfortable and seem to be about your size. Wear them together.”

“Good eye,” I replied, accepting them. “They are my size.” Our fingers touched and I pulled my hand back quickly. “Um, thanks again.”

He grinned again. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Could we get these too?” called Melody, rounding the corner of a nearby aisle. She was holding two backpacks. “We can carry our stuff inside.”

“Sure. Anything else?” he asked, gazing around the store.

“Well, I’m sure I speak for both of us when I say we should get bathroom supplies. Like toothpaste, brushes, deodorant. You know, the usual stuff?” replied Melody.

“Yeah. Good idea. It looks like this place is more of a sporting goods store, though,” he said. “If you can’t find what you need, I’m sure we can stop at a drug store”.”

“Cool. We’ll go look,” she said and turned to me. “Which backpack would you like?”

“I don’t care,” I answered. They were identical except for the colors – one green and one blue.

“Take the blue one,” she said, handing it to me.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll go and find Liam while you’re looking around,” said Slade, walking toward the hunting section.

“So, what do you think of him?” asked Melody, as we walked through the store.

“Slade? He’s okay,” I replied, following her. “I guess he’s growing on me.”

“No, I mean Liam,” she answered, looking back at me.

“He’s nice.”

“Yeah, he’s very nice,” she replied. “Very sexy.”

“I should have known. Mel, don’t forget, he is part animal,” I reminded her. “It would never work.”

“All men are animals in one way or another,” she replied, grinning. “At least he can control it.”

“So he says.” I smiled and shook my head. “I’d really not go there if I were you. Remember, he’s also a musician. Both are reasons to stay clear.”

“I know… it’s just… he’s so funny and good looking.” She bit her lower lip. “Mm… I just want to eat him up.”

“Watch it, Melody, he may feel the same way about you,” I teased.

She snorted. “I know, right?”

“I can’t even believe I’m actually having this conversation with you. Just yesterday you were telling me that you and Slade were soul-mates. Now, you’re drooling over Liam?”

She looked over my head and then pulled me closer. “I know, but Slade is kind of creepy. He actually makes me nervous,” she replied in a low voice.

“Well, he should. He’s a vampire. And Liam is a lycan. They’re both dangerous.”

“I don’t know if they’re dangerous to us. And… Liam is different,” she insisted. “I can just feel it.”

I also felt more comfortable around Liam, but I didn’t want to admit it to her. It would only encourage her feelings. “You’ve only known him for a couple of hours. Plus, he’s basically admitted that he is a man-whore.”

“I know, but I really think it’s all an act.”

I smirked. “An act?”

“Yes. Most guys that are players don’t ever usually admit to it. Not around girls, that is.”

“He’s not most guys.”

“No, he’s not. In fact, he makes me feel… I don’t know… giddy? Nobody has ever had that effect on me before.”

“Right, you’ve never had a crush on anyone?” I asked dryly. “Never felt giddy with any of those guys you dated in high school?”

“Those were just boys.” She sighed dreamily. “Liam is a man.”

“Yeah. A man who sometimes walks on all fours and barks at the moon.”

She frowned. “I guess I expected that kind of reaction from you.”

“I can’t believe you’re seriously considering what you’re considering,” I said, ignoring her comment.

“Just forget about it,” mumbled Melody, walking away.

Groaning, I caught up to her. “Hey… I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

She was quiet for a few seconds. “Look, I think we’ve both realized that life is filled with a lot of pain. There’s no getting around it. But, I’m not going to put a wall between myself and a guy I’m attracted to, just because there’s a chance he might disappoint me.”

“Yeah, but –”

“I’m just saying he’s cute and I wouldn’t mind getting to know him. You’re acting like we’re going to run off into the sunset or something.”

I smiled. “Or into the light of the moon.”

Melody snorted. “Well, whatever. You know what I mean.”

I sighed. “Just, be wary, okay? He may look and sound like a typical guy, but we both know that there’s a beast lurking somewhere deep within.”

She laughed. “You sound like you’re narrating one of those movie trailers.”

I looked past her and saw Slade and Liam walking toward us. I had to admit – human or not, both were definitely heart-stopping. Liam, with his muscles, chiseled face, and longish blond hair, and Slade, with his intense eyes, cat-like grace, and sensual smile. Both of them were… bait. Very strong bait.

“You find everything you need?” asked Slade, stopping next to me.

“I guess we didn’t,” I said, knowing that we hadn’t focused on the toiletries.

“They were obviously talking about us,” said Liam with a smug grin. “And forgot about everything else. Who can blame them?”

“Yep. You caught us,” I answered dryly. “We were lost without your manly presence. Now that you’re here, we can continue our search for tampons and hair remover gel.”

Liam’s smile dropped. “I’ll meet you guys outside. Is that cool, Slade?”

“I guess so,” he answered, shoving his hands into his jean pockets, looking less than enthused himself.

I smiled. Even these guys were uncomfortable around women’s personal hygiene products.

“Great. Hurry up, I’m so hungry, I might have to start digging through the dumpsters for leftover food,” he said, handing Slade a couple of T-shirts and a pair of jeans. “Can you buy these? I’ll pay you back. I lost my wallet at Club Nightshade.”

“You call in your cards as lost?” asked Slade.

He grunted. “Hell no. It’s not like I keep the phone numbers on hand. I’m sure some asshole is racking up charges as we speak,” he said, walking away. “I’ll just take care of it when we get back home.”

“We’ll be out in a minute,” answered Slade.

Melody cleared her throat. “Uh, can you take this stuff, Chelsey? I’m getting a little lightheaded in here. Not sure why. I’ll just wait outside with Liam.”

Before I could protest, I was holding her pile of clothes and the other backpack. “But, I don’t know what you want me to get for you? Shampoo? Mousse?”

“Get whatever you like,” she answered, chasing after Liam.

“Here, let me take some of that,” said Slade, grabbing most of Melody’s clothes.

“Thanks.”

I began walking through the store, with him following closely behind. There was definitely an awkward silence between us. It made me move faster.

“I don’t think they have anything else you’re looking for,” he said, as we rounded another aisle.

“I think you’re right,” I said, now walking toward the check-out lanes. “So, you wouldn’t mind stopping at a drug store later?”

“It’s not a problem.”

When we got to a register, the cashier, a girl about my age, sucked in her breath. “Oh, my God, are you Slade? That singer from Venom?”

He pulled out his wallet. “I wish. I get mistaken for him all the time.”

Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. “I bet. You look just like him. I doubt you’d be in this town, though. If you were him.” She looked at me and I could tell from her expression, that she was also thinking – or with her…

“Right,” he said as she began to ring us up. When she gave him the total, he handed her his credit card.

She looked at it and her forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Slade Lazar? Isn’t that..?”

“Yeah, I know,” he answered.

“I don’t understand,” she said, looking at him.

“You don’t need to,” he replied, locking eyes with her hers. “Charge the card and ignore the name on it. As far as you’re concerned, my name is Sam Adams.”

“Sam Adams,” she answered in a breathy voice, her eyes dilated.

“Sam Adams,” he repeated.

Then, as if nothing strange had taken place, she smiled and her eyes cleared. “Here’s your card,” she said, handing it back to him.

“You haven’t charged it yet.”

She laughed. “Oh, sorry.” Then she swiped it and tapped her fingers on the counter as it processed.

I looked at Slade and he smiled.

The cashier pulled out the receipt and brought it over to him. “Sign here, please.” He signed it and she handed him a copy. “Thanks, uh… Sam. Have a great day.”

Winking at her, he answered, “You, too.”

When we stepped outside, I asked him if he hypnotized people frequently.

“No. I don’t like manipulating people. But, it wouldn’t be in our best interests to have her telling the world that she saw me.”

“I suppose not,” I replied, as we approached the car. “So, your last name is Lazar? Is that a stage name or a real one?”

“It’s a name I acquired a number of years ago. My first name has always been Slade, however.”

“Oh.”

“Shit. Where are they?” he asked, stopping in front of the car, which was empty.

I LOOKED DOWN the street and noticed a small diner at the end of the block. “There,” I pointed at it. “Do you think they might have walked over there?”

“Probably,” he said, unlocking the trunk. He shoved our bags inside and slammed it shut. “Although, neither of them have money.”

“Maybe they’re waiting for you to walk over and pay for it,” I replied.

“I guess we’re supposed to be mind-readers now,” he answered as we walked back to the sidewalk and followed it to the restaurant. Sure enough, they were both inside and already eating.

“Thanks for the heads-up,” said Slade dryly as we stopped at their booth. “Next time, leave a note or something.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer. My appetite rules me,” replied Liam, who was holding the largest double cheeseburger I’d ever laid eyes on. “You of all people must understand that.”

Slade sighed. “I do, but with Faye looking for us –”

“Don’t worry about Faye,” interrupted Liam, his mouth full. He finished chewing and swallowed. “And you should know by now that you don’t need to worry about me.”

“I wasn’t worried about you. I was worried about Melody,” said Slade.

“So was I,” I replied, a little agitated myself. “You had the both of us worried.”

He winked at her. “As you can see, she’s also fine.”

“I’m better than fine. Oh, my God, you’ve got to try a bite of this,” said Melody, who was eating lasagna. “It’s amazing.”

I slid in next to her. “It looks like it. Okay, now I’m starving.”

“Take a seat, Slade,” said Liam, moving over for him. “I know this isn’t your thing, but some of us need real food.”

“I can eat real food, too,” he said, sitting down across from me.

My eyes widened. “You can?”

He shrugged. “Vegetables, fruit, nuts, stuff like that.”

“Why don’t you order a salad then?” asked Melody.

“Because even though I can eat them, they don’t always settle well,” he answered. “Especially if it’s not organic.”

“Pesticides give him the runs,” said Liam, smirking.

“Thanks for sharing that,” said Slade, clasping his hands in front of him. “I’m sure the girls appreciated it.”

“Yeah, it was a little T.M.I.,” answered Melody, breaking a breadstick in half. She handed part of it to me. “Want this?”

“Yes. Thanks,” I said, taking it from her.

“Hey, at least you girls now know to wear a scarf and always lock up your vegetables when Slade is around,” said Liam.

“Wow. Have you ever thought about becoming a comedian?” asked Slade. “You might actually get some fans that don’t wake up in the morning with hangovers or fleas.”

Liam’s chuckled. “At least I don’t have to charm anyone to get into my bed. Or should we say, coffin?”

“Whatever.” He grunted. “Coffin. Anyway, I choose to remain celibate with fans because it’s the right thing to do. And you know I’m right.” He clasped his hands together. “What else you got?”

“That’s what your last lover said when she saw you with your pants down,” he replied.

Slade chuckled. “Asshole.”

Melody’s eyes widened. “I thought you said you didn’t use coffins.”

Slade looked at her. “You really need to stop watching horror flicks.”

“Liam was kidding. He’s just trying to push Slade’s buttons,” I explained.

“Of course,” answered Liam. “Slade would think something was wrong if I didn’t give him shit.”

“It’s true,” answered Slade. “He gets like this when he’s happy and eating. If Liam is quiet and polite, then we have problems.”

Liam smirked. “Exactly. It usually means I’m trying to control myself from changing and eating all of you.”

Melody and I looked at each other.

“They’re so gullible,” laughed Liam. “My favorite type of women.”

“Slade is right,” I replied. “You are kind of an asshole.”

“But I’m an honest one. You have to give me points for that,” said Liam.

“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” said Melody. “You just crack me up.”

“Honey, you just need to get to know me better,” he answered, winking.

“This place is dead,” I said, changing the subject. I liked Liam, but not his chauvinism. “It’s kind of weird. I hope the food is good.”

“It’s delicious,” said Melody, holding up her fork. “Here, have a bite of this.”

“Are you getting sick at all?” I asked, remembering how I’d caught the flu from her one year and had spent the entire week in bed. After that, I’d made it a point not to share forks. But, her lasagna did look fantastic.

“No. I’m good. Really,” she said.

I opened my mouth and accepted it. “Mm… yeah, it’s very good,” I said, after swallowing the warm, cheesy, goodness.

A young waitress walked over, her eyes wide as she stared at Slade.

Liam grunted. “Here we go again,” he said under his breath.

“Oh, my God, are you Slade from Venom?” asked the waitress, Annie, her cheeks flushed.

“He sure is,” said Melody, smiling broadly. “And that’s Liam. He’s the drummer.”

I glanced at Slade, who I could tell was less than thrilled.

“I knew you looked familiar, too. I just couldn’t place it,” replied the waitress, looking at Liam with a sheepish grin. “But, seeing you together… it’s obvious.”

“No problem,” said Liam. “You looked pretty busy when the lunch crowd was leaving. I’m sure that didn’t help.”

She brushed a few strands of blond hair away from her eyes. “Yeah. We just ended our lunch rush. That’s why it’s so slow in here at the moment. At least you’ll have my full attention now.”

“Always love a woman giving me her full attention,” replied Liam, smiling up at her.

She laughed. “Well, I’ll do my best to serve you guys.”

“Excellent. Could I get another strawberry-lemonade?” asked Melody.

“Of course,” said the waitress, staring at Slade again. I could tell from her expression that she was still in awe. “Wow, I can’t believe that you’re here! I love all of your music. You’re so talented. Both of you. My friends and I drove all the way over to Shore Lake the other night to see you play. It was amazing.”

“Thanks. You’re very kind. Can we get a couple more menus?” asked Slade.

“Sure. Um, do you think I could get both of your autographs?”

“Of course,” said Liam. “Give us something to sign, besides the check, and we’ll be happy to do it.”

She laughed out loud. “Okay, I’ll try to find some paper.”

“We also sign body parts,” he added, winking at her. “If you can’t find anything to write on.”

I rolled my eyes.

Her cheeks turned pink. “Even though that sounds… tempting, it wouldn’t be permanent. I couldn’t prove that I’d actually met you.”

“You could always take a picture with them, or even videotape it,” said Melody. “Put it on YouTube.”

Her eyes lit up. “That’s a great idea! Not signing my… body part, of course. I have to admit, I’m a little shy. But… signing the paper would be awesome. If I give you my phone, can you video them doing it?”

“Sure,” said Melody. “I’ll do it after you bring that lemonade. I’m really thirsty.”

“That’s right,” she replied, backing away. “Wow, this is so cool. I can’t wait to show my friends. I’m going to post it on my Facebook.”

Slade’s jaw tightened.

“If you don’t mind, we’d prefer that you keep our being here a secret, at least until after we leave,” said Liam, glancing at Slade and then back at her. “Word gets out that we’re in town, well… you know.”

She nodded vehemently. “Oh, I totally understand. I won’t say anything while you’re here.”

“Thank you. Also, don’t forget that marker,” reminded Liam, pouring ketchup over his French fries. “In case you change your mind about a body signature.”

“Right,” she said, smiling.

“And two more menus,” I added, feeling my stomach growl.

“Of course,” she said and then hurried away.

I looked at Slade, who was rubbing the bridge of his nose. “So, are you going to erase her memory?”

He nodded. “Of course. I have to.”

“Erase her memory?” asked Melody, looking shocked. “You can do that?”

He smirked. “I did it to you. Don’t you remember?”

Her jaw dropped. “You did?”

Slade chuckled. “Just messing with you. I didn’t erase anything.”

She looked at me. “Is that the truth?”

I snorted. “Don’t ask me! If he erased yours, he probably erased mine as well.”

Melody’s eyes moved back to Slade. “Seriously, you didn’t erase my memory, did you?”

He sighed.

She put her fork down. “I swear if you did, I’m going to be so pissed off…”

“Come on, now. Does it feel like you’re forgetting anything?” asked Liam, his eyes dancing.

“I don’t think… I don’t know,” she said, looking frustrated.

“Oh, just relax, Melody,” I said, patting her hand. “You’re fine. Heck, we’re both fine.”

“Now I know something is wrong,” she said, looking at me. “You’ve been the one who’s been freaking out and now you’re as cool as a cucumber.”

I sighed. “I’m still freaked out, believe me. But I also know that dealing with all of this calmly is smart.”

Liam reached over and squeezed her hand. “Yeah, relax, beautiful. We’re all on your side.”

She melted. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Look, the only reason I’m going to charm, or alter Annie’s memory,” said Slade, sitting back against the seat, “is because she has quick access to the Internet and we don’t need her telling the world our whereabouts. Not with everything that’s going on. Who knows how far Faye’s reach is or how many Roamers are in Montana.”

“Oh. That makes sense,” said Melody. She smiled sheepishly. “I guess I shouldn’t have told her who you guys were. Although, it’s pretty obvious.”

“Well, from now on, don’t volunteer any information unless we give you the okay,” said Slade.

“Yeah, he’s right,” said Liam, removing his hand from Melody’s. “And not just because of Faye. There are a lot of people we’d rather not run into. We don’t need anyone leading them to us.”

“Fine,” she said, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Slade, you might want to consider charming her into letting us sign her breasts,” said Liam, wiggling his eyebrows. “I mean, if not for me… for you. When was the last time you saw a woman naked?”

Groaning, I closed my eyes. “God, Liam.”

He laughed. “What? We can sign yours too, if you’d like.”

I gave him a dirty look.

“We are not signing anyone’s breasts,” said Slade sternly. “I’m charming her as soon as she gets back. I should have done it before she left the table. She’s probably already texting all of her friends.”

“Or tweeting about it,” I said.

Melody sighed. “Maybe we should just leave?”

“I’m not done eating and I’m sure Chelsey would like something,” said Liam.

“I know. You could just make her believe that it was some kind of a hoax,” I said. “That way if her friends ask her about it later, she won’t be confused.”

“That might work,” he said, as the waitress hurried back toward us.

“Here are your menus,” she said, handing one to Slade and then to me.

“Uh, my lemonade?” asked Melody, pushing her empty glass at her.

“Connie is bringing it,” she replied, picking it up.

“One strawberry-lemonade,” said another waitress, coming toward us. From the beaming smile on her face, it was obvious that she also knew who Slade and Liam were.

“Thanks,” said Melody, as the waitress set it down in front of her.

“You’re welcome. Your meals are on us, by the way,” said the new waitress.

“No, that’s okay,” said Slade, pulling out his wallet as he looked toward the front of the restaurant. “In fact, we should probably settle it and get going.”

Crap, I thought, seeing a group of teenagers walk through the doorway. Now we had to leave.

“We insist,” said Annie. “It would be our pleasure.”

Their eyes met and he said. “Unfortunately, you were mistaken about us. My name is Sam Johnson and the other man’s name is… Lester.”

Liam raised his middle finger.

Her eyes dilated. “Sam Johnson.”

Connie laughed. “What? Is this a joke?”

He turned to her and did the same thing. Then sent both of them away.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Slade, putting his credit card back into his wallet. He pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and left it on the table. “This should cover your meals.”

“What about Chelsey?” asked Melody as we slid out of the booth and stood up.

“I’ll get her something from the gas station. We need to fill up anyway. Is that okay?” he asked, turning to me.

I nodded. “Yeah. No problem.”

“The guys are probably getting pissed off waiting at the hangar anyway,” said Slade “You know Bradan’s going to give us hell when we get there.”

Liam shrugged. “Oh well. We’ve had to wait for his ass many times.”

As we walked to the exit, Annie stepped out of the kitchen and approached us.

“You’re leaving, Mr. Johnson? Here’s your tab,” she said, pulling it out of her apron pocket. She looked at it and her forehead scrunched up. “That’s weird, I voided the ticket.”

“I left some money on the table. It should cover it,” he replied.

She nodded and shoved it back into her apron. “Oh, okay. Thanks. Goodbye, you guys. Goodbye, Lester. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“You, too,” I said, smiling at the scowl on Liam’s face.

“Goodbye,” replied Melody, as we walked out.

“Shit,” said Slade, stopping in his tracks.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, stopping next to him. My heart stopped when I noticed that the Firebird was gone.

“WHERE’S YOUR CAR?” asked Liam.

I began walking toward the sporting goods store. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe it was towed?” offered Melody. “Were your tags expired?”

“No,” I said, trying to remain calm. “Everything was up to date.”

The others followed me, and when we reached the empty parking spot, I looked around, hoping it was just some kind of prank. That Bradan or Jimmy had shown up and moved it.

“What are we going to do?” asked Chelsey, looking nervous.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” I answered, walking around the corner of the building. Satisfied that nobody could see me, I shot up into the sky and began searching for my car.

“THIS IS CRAZY,” said Melody, putting her hands on her hips. “How can a car just disappear?”

“It can’t. I’m going inside to see if one of the employees saw anything,” said Liam, heading toward the entrance.

“Someone must have stolen it,” I said. “I mean, it is pretty sweet.”

“That’s true,” she answered and then her eyes grew wide as she looked behind me.

“What?” I asked, turning around. When I saw the squad car pulling up next to us, and Sheriff Caleb’s face in the window, my heart stopped. “Oh, shit.”

“Girls, I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you,” he said, opening the door.

Melody and I began backing away from his car. Obviously Caleb had something to do with Slade’s car missing.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, frightened.

“Looking for you,” he answered.

“How did you find us?” I asked.

His smile was warm. “Oh, I have friends in this town.”

“What do you want with us?” squeaked Melody.

His eyes bore into hers. “Now, just relax, honey. I’m here to bring you back to your family. We’ve been looking all over for you.”

“No,” I said firmly. “They’re dead and you’re not here to help us. You just want to bring us back to that woman. Faye.”

He looked at me and our eyes locked. “I’m here to bring you back to your mother and father, Chelsey. You need to get into my car. Now.”

A strange feeling swept through me and I relaxed.

I was finally going to see my family!

My eyes filled with tears. “They’re really alive?”

“If you come with me, you’ll see for yourself, honey. Now,” he opened the back door of his squad car, “let’s not waste any more time. We have a long drive ahead of us.”

“Okay.” I walked over and slid into the back. “Come on, Melody.”

“Wait. This isn’t right,” replied Melody, looking confused. “They’re all dead. That’s what they told us.”

“You heard wrong,” he replied, walking to her. He tilted her chin up and stared down into her face. “You’re safe with me. I promise, honey. Now, let’s go.”

“I’m safe with you,” she repeated as he released her chin.

As she began moving toward the car, Liam walked out of the store.

“What’s going on?” he asked, looking confused.

Sheriff Caleb turned to him. “These girls need to be returned to their parents. Who are you?”

“A friend. The girls’ parents are dead,” said Liam, approaching him. His face darkened. “Something tells me that you already know this.”

The sheriff frowned. “Nonsense. They’re the ones who sent me to look for them.”

“Right.” Liam walked around Caleb and grabbed Melody’s hand. “Get out of there. You’re not leaving with this guy.”

“But we want to see our family,” she protested, pulling her hand away.

Liam turned to Caleb. “Dammit. You’ve obviously charmed them.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied.

Liam sighed. “Something tells me this is going to get ugly real quick.”

“It doesn’t have to.” Sheriff Caleb pulled out his gun. His eyes locked on to Liam’s. “Now, son, I need you to back away from the car.”

Liam grunted. “That charming thing, it doesn’t work on me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” said the sheriff. “And I’m not here to hurt the girls. I just want to bring them back safely.”

“You’re the one who isn’t going to be safe if you don’t release them.”

“Did you notice that I have a gun?” said Caleb with a smug grin.

Liam’s eyes began to glow. We watched in awe as he threw himself to the ground and transformed into a huge wolf-like creature, his torn clothing discarded next to him. “Unless that gun has silver bullets, you’re going to need to do a better job of persuading me to stand back,” he growled hoarsely.

“Oh, my God,” gasped Melody.

“Lycan. I knew it.” Caleb shoved the gun back into his holster. “Dammit, we don’t need to cause a scene here.”

“Too late,” hollered Liam, getting ready to spring.

I stared at him, with his heavy blond fur, thick muscular torso, and razor-sharp jaws, and began to tremble. He was both frightening and awesome at the same time. “It’s okay, Liam,” I called out timidly. I just wanted to get back to my mom and dad. Without any more bloodshed. From the look in his eyes, that might not happen. “They’re alive and he’s going to take us home.”

Before Liam could respond, there was a blur of movement behind the sheriff and Slade was suddenly standing there. He quickly removed the gun from Sheriff Caleb’s holster and we all heard a deafening click.

“Roamer, I have the gun pointed at your heart. Now, I know you’ll recover, but it’s going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch,” said Slade. “I think you know that.”

“You’re making a mistake,” said the sheriff firmly. “I mean none of you any harm.”

“Save it,” said Slade.

“It’s the truth. I swear to you,” replied Caleb.

Slade grunted. “Sorry, but I don’t know you from jack-shit.”

The sheriff sighed wearily. “I know we’re strangers, but there are things going on here that you don’t understand.”

“It would be dangerous for you to take me as a fool,” said Slade. “Liam, get the girls out of there.”

As Liam grabbed Melody’s hand again, another squad car pulled up and both doors flew open.

Slade swore.

“Put the gun down!” hollered one of the cops. Both of them were crouched down behind their doors, their guns pointed at Caleb and Slade.

“Better listen to them,” said Sheriff Caleb. “Otherwise someone’s going to get hurt.”

“Put the gun down,” I begged Slade. I couldn’t understand why he was being so unreasonable. “He’s just trying to help us. Can’t you see that?”

Slade’s eyes moved to me and then to Melody. “You’ve both been hypnotized. Nothing he’s telling you is the truth. I’m sure he’s been sent here to kill you both.”

“Nobody is going to be killed!” yelled the other cop. “Now, put the gun down and we’ll sort this out!”

Slade looked at me and I could see the frustration in his eyes.

“We’ll be fine,” I said, shaking. I didn’t know who to trust, but being surrounded by guns obviously wasn’t in our best interests. “Just put the gun down, Slade. Please.”

A look of resolve spread across his face. “I’ll be coming back for you,” he said. “I promise, Chelsey.”

Before I could respond, Caleb was shoved away and Slade disappeared into the clouds above, holding on to Liam.

TEN MINUTES LATER, Melody and I found ourselves in the back of Sheriff Caleb’s car, both of us a little confused, but anxious to see our parents.

“So, what happened to them?” I asked. The last thing I remembered about the sheriff was that he’d shown up at the hospital to bring me home.

“You disappeared from the hospital,” he reminded me.

“I know. Funny thing is I’m not sure why I left without you,” I replied, looking over at my cousin, who looked puzzled as well.

“I’m sure you weren’t thinking clearly, which I can understand, after that bump on your head,” he replied, glancing over his shoulder. “You two were both kidnapped by those rock-n-roll hooligans. Good thing I found you. Now I can bring you home and make a lot of people happy.”

“Like, our parents?” I asked, grinning. “You really know where they are?”

“Of course I do. They’re at home waiting for you.”

“What about Susan? Have you located her?” I asked.

“We’re still working on it,” he said, and then changed the subject. “So, what do you two know of Slade and Liam?”

“Not a whole lot, other than they’re in a band,” I answered. The crazy thing was that I couldn’t seem to remember what we’d been doing with them. Everything was… fuzzy.

“They’re bad news. Into drugs and illegal activities You’re lucky I found you.”

“Illegal activities? They’re celebrities,” protested Melody. “I think you’re confusing them with someone else.”

“I think not. They are much more than celebrities. Truth is, they kidnapped you girls and more than likely slipped you some heavy hallucinogens. I’m betting you’re having a hard time remembering anything that happened the last twenty-four hours.”

“I don’t remember much,” I answered, closing my eyes. I rubbed my forehead, trying to remember why we’d agreed to go anywhere with Slade. “You know, maybe they actually did drug us. I feel really weird.”

“We were not drugged, Chelsey. Slade and Liam were nothing but gentlemen,” said Melody, looking angry. “I don’t know why you’re saying these horrible things about them, Sheriff.”

“Calm down, honey,” he replied. “They obviously had you hoodwinked into believing their intentions were honorable. The truth is – they’ve been linked to the mafia and the sex-trade industry. They were probably going to smuggle you out of the country. That’s what they do, you know.”

I opened my eyes. “Oh, my God, I think they were going to fly us to Europe. Slade mentioned something about Romania.”

“Ireland,” corrected Melody. “And they were going to find us a place to live. It had nothing to do with sex-trafficking.”

“Do you honestly think they’d admit their real intentions? Look, both of you girls are young, pretty, and impressionable. They pump you up with MDMA and you’re putty in their hands.”

“What is MDMA?” I asked.

“Ecstasy,” replied the sheriff and Melody in unison.

I frowned. “Oh.”

“I still don’t believe it,” said Melody, looking outside. “Something isn’t right.”

The sheriff sighed. “Why do you think they didn’t take their tour bus? It would have drawn attention.”

She looked at me and mouthed the words “This is bullshit”.

I wasn’t sure who was dishing out the bullshit anymore. But, why in the world would the sheriff lie? He was an officer of the law. He was bringing us home to our parents!

“I’m telling you, those guys are connected to some dangerous criminals. I’m just hoping that they’ll return to their country soon.”

“If they’re so bad, why haven’t they been arrested?” asked Melody, folding her arms under her chest.

“The government doesn’t have substantial evidence to put them away. It’s even harder, because they’re not U.S. citizens. Rumor has it that they do have some influential friends here in the U.S. though.” He sighed. “Just be happy I got you away from them before you were beaten and raped. There are a lot of monsters in this world, ladies. You have no idea.”

An image of a gargoyle flashed into my head. Then Faye Dunbar. “What do you know of Faye Dunbar?” I asked, feeling as if the wind had suddenly been sucked out of me. There was no doubt in my mind that she was a monster. And not the kind that he was talking about.

He snorted. “Faye Dunbar? You’re talking about that gal who owns the nightclub, right?”

“Yes,” said Melody, her eyes widening. “Oh, my God, it’s coming back to me now! The night at the club! The vampires!”

I sat back, also remembering. “And Liam. He turned into a lycan. He did it back in town, too. Remember?”

“Yes. I don’t understand why we couldn’t remember that until now?” said Melody.

“I don’t know,” I answered, feeling alarm bells going off in my head.

“The blood and… the fight. Remember what happened at Faye’s office?” she said. “And we took off, with Susan.”

My face paled. “Faye killed Susan,” I said, more memories rushing back to me. “Oh, my God, how could I have forgotten that?”

“Are you trying to say that Faye Dunbar killed Susan?” asked the sheriff.

“I think so,” I replied. “She turned into some kind of monster… and flew away with her.”

He chuckled. “Now I’ve heard everything. You must be still under the influence of whatever drugs those boys gave you.”

“No, we’re not,” I snapped, now very frustrated. “You have to believe us!”

“I wish I could. You have proof that she killed your friend?” he asked.

“No,” I said, frowning. “We left town. I don’t have anything that proves it.”

He rubbed his forehead. “Listen, you can’t just start accusing a woman like her of killing people. Not without supporting evidence. Hell, even if you have proof…” He sighed. “She’s not someone to mess with.”

There was a loud thud on the roof of the squad car. Melody and I gasped.

“Dammit,” muttered the sheriff, stomping on the gas.

The car picked up speed and I held onto the edge of my seat, my heart pounding in my chest. “What in the heck was that?”

“Nothing you need to worry about. Sit tight, young lady. Everything is going to be fine,” he answered, looking at his rearview mirror.

I looked back to see if whatever had landed on the car had fallen off, but didn’t notice anything on the road.

“Oh, my God, look!” cried Melody, pointing next to us.

My jaw dropped.

Liam! And he was running alongside us in his lycan form.

Melody smiled. “You know, I had a feeling I’d be seeing him again. He does look cool as a lycan, doesn’t he?”

I nodded. “Yeah. This isn’t going to go well. I can feel it.”

“Relax,” said the sheriff. “I’ve got things under control.”

“Right,” I mumbled. “Maybe you should just stop and let us out.”

“Nonsense,” he said.

“Damn, is he ever fast,” said Melody, waving at Liam.

I watched in wonder as he leaped into the air and landed on the roof of the car with a thunderous boom.

“Stop!” cried Melody, staring up at the roof, which was now dented inward from Liam’s weight. “He’ll fall off!”

“Only if we’re lucky,” Sheriff Caleb growled angrily as he stomped on the brake. The car came to a squealing stop. Melody and I were thrown forward as Liam bounced off the hood and landed somewhere in front of the vehicle.

“What is wrong with you?” I cried. “You could have killed him!”

“She asked me to stop,” he replied with a smug grin.

“You have to let us out!” pleaded Melody, trying desperately to get out. “I need to see if he’s okay!”

Ignoring her, the sheriff pressed his foot on the gas and we lurched forward. There was a loud thud under the tires and both of us screamed in horror.

“Oh, my God, you did not just run over Liam!” shrieked Melody, who was holding her nose. “You are such an asshole!”

“I think you’re mistaken, young lady. That was nothing but a damn coyote.”

I turned around and stared at Liam in horror. He was lying on the road naked and in his human form. There was a puddle of blood on the pavement next to his head. I turned back to the sheriff, angry. “It was Liam and I think you killed him!” I hollered.

“Liam!” screamed Melody, crying. “He’s bleeding!” She turned back to Caleb. “You have to let me out!”

“Nonsense. I think you’re both still coming down from those drugs the boys gave you,” he replied, looking into the rearview mirror. “See, there’s nobody there.”

I turned around and looked again, but the road was now empty.

Maybe he was right. Maybe we had been drugged?

“Told you, it was nothing more than a coyote and that had to have been the biggest I’d ever encountered,” he said, as we began to drive again.

“What in the hell is going on?” gasped Melody. She looked at me in shock.

“I don’t know but I think I’m going to be sick,” I said, closing my eyes. I wasn’t sure what to believe anymore and it was making me dizzy.

“You gonna puke?” asked Caleb, looking over his shoulder.

“Frankly, I don’t know,” I answered.

“I think my nose is going to bleed,” said Melody, holding her head up. She cupped her nose. “I hit it pretty hard on the metal divider when he slammed on the brakes.”

I watched as blood began to run out of her nostrils and through her fingers. “Crap,” I said, looking around for a tissue. “Sheriff, we need something for her nose. It’s bleeding all over the place.”

The car stopped abruptly and Sheriff Caleb turned around, his nostrils flaring. He stared at the blood seeping out of her nose and almost appeared to be drooling. “She’s bleeding.”

“That’s what I said. Do you have anything to help stop it?” I asked.

“No. Don’t stop it,” he replied in a raspy voice. He licked his lips. “Leave it alone.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What do you mean? It’s getting everywhere!”

Instead of answering, his eyes began to glow an eerie orange color.

“What the hell?” gasped Melody.

“What is wrong with your eyes?” I asked, feeling the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

“You really haven’t figured it out yet?” he answered, looking at me like I was a dimwit.

“What do you mean?” I asked, even though the answer was very clear.

Caleb wasn’t on our side.

He grinned and we both saw the fangs.

“OH, MY GOD, you’re a vampire, too?” gasped Melody, stiffening up.

He inhaled deeply, relishing in the scent of her blood. “Yes. I’m… sorry to disappoint you. Your blood… it’s so fresh. So tantalizing.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

He stared into her eyes. “I need it.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her pupils dilating.

“No! Don’t you dare touch her!” I snapped, glaring at him. “You’re supposed to protect and serve us. Not yourself!”

He smiled. “I wish it was that easy,” he said, grabbing the metal divider. He began bending it apart. “But that’s the way the cookie sometimes crumbles.”

“Melody, snap out of it,” I said, shaking her.

She didn’t respond.

I grabbed her by the cheeks and turned her head toward me. “This monster wants to suck your damn blood, Melody. Drain you dry until you’re a freaken corpse! Snap the hell out of it!”

The sheriff rolled his eyes. “Drama much? I just want a little taste of it. That’s all. Just a smidgeon of her blood.”

His statement seemed to rouse her from her stupor. Melody shrieked and then tried opening the door again, her eyes now filled with terror. “You… you stay away from me, you freak!”

“Relax. I said that I wouldn’t take much,” he answered, smiling brightly. “Just let me have a taste and then I’ll bring you to Faye.”

“To Faye?” I shrieked, now even more angry. “You were going to bring us to Faye all along?!”

He sighed. “She threatened to kill my daughter Celeste if I didn’t,” he replied, his smile bitter. “I’m normally not that bad of a guy.”

“Excuse us if we don’t feel sorry for you!” I hollered.

He looked back over at Chelsey. “Maybe we could work out a deal? I’ll… I’ll allow you to go if you give me what I need.” He smiled. “You know, I really don’t want to hurt either of you. I promise I’ll take what I need and go away.”

“Why don’t you just skip the blood and go directly to hell?” I answered, coldly.

“That’s not very nice,” he replied, scowling. “Kids these days. No respect for the law.”

“Chelsey, don’t you dare let him touch me!” she cried, trying to shove me in front of her.

There was a loud tap on the window behind Melody, and Slade’s familiar face made me gasp in relief. Without straining a muscle, he ripped the door away from the hinges, just as the sheriff reached for Melody through the metal he’d bent.

“Hey!” she screamed as he grabbed ahold of hair and tried yanking her toward his open mouth. “Let me go, you asshole! That hurts!”

Slade grabbed Sheriff Caleb’s wrist, and snapped it.

He screamed in agony and pulled it away. “You’ll pay for that, you shithead!”

“Such language… Sheriff. What kind of example are you setting for these girls? Come on,” said Slade, grabbing Melody’s elbow.

Sliding over, I followed her out as the sheriff continued cussing out Slade from inside of the vehicle.

“Wait, come back! What about your parents?” hollered the sheriff.

I turned around and gave him the finger.

“Where is Liam?” asked Melody, still holding her nose as we moved farther away from the squad car.

He removed his T-shirt and tossed it to her. “He’ll be fine. Put that on your nose.”

Caleb got out of the car and raised his hands in the air. His wrist, obviously now healed. “Look, I don’t want any more trouble.”

“Are you kidding me?” muttered Melody. “Does he not know when to just give it up?”

“You’re going to get a shitload of trouble if you don’t get back into that car and drive away. Liam should just about be –”

A loud roar cut him off, and we watched in awe as Liam sprang from the woods behind us and slammed into the sheriff. Caleb landed on his back, holding the lycan’s massive jaws away from his face.

“Get him off of me!” cried Caleb, trying to punch his snout.

Slade ignored him. He crossed his arms over his chest and let Liam have his way.

I stared in horror as Liam’s claws ripped into the sheriff’s uniform, and within seconds, blood was everywhere. Caleb continued to fight back, however. He opened his mouth and tore into Liam’s fur with his fangs.

Liam howled in pain and then attacked the sheriff with his own razor-edged teeth, gashing the hell out of his shoulder.

“Please stop them!” I screamed as they continued, fighting savagely. “This is insane!”

But still, Slade did nothing as they continued to battle, rolling on the ground in a whirlwind of fur, teeth, and blood.

“This is insane,” sobbed Melody, turning her back. “I can’t watch this!”

“Okay enough, Slade!” I begged, grabbing his arm. “This has to end!”

“Why?” he asked, frowning. “He’ll just continue to hunt you down. Let Liam take him out. Can’t you see he’s winning?”

“Winning? Slade, it’s not even his fault. Caleb said that his daughter’s life was threatened by Faye. That he had no choice. I know who Celeste is and I believe him,” I answered quickly. “You have to stop this!”

“From what I’ve heard, she isn’t exactly a helpless little girl,” he answered. “I think he was just giving you a line of bullshit.”

Caleb let out a painful screech.

“Please, stop them! Slade! Look, maybe we can get some information from him about our parents or… or even Susan!” I begged. “I need to hear it from him if he knows exactly what happened. Please!”

Melody spoke up. “She’s right. If Caleb dies, we won’t know anything.”

Slade let out a deep sigh and then in a blink of an eye, was pulling Liam off of the sheriff. Liam growled and struggled, but eventually relented.

Caleb slowly stood up and put his hands on his knees. He was bleeding everywhere and his clothing was ripped to shreds. I couldn’t believe he was even alive. “Thank you,” he panted, trying to catch his breath.

“Tell us about Susan and our family!” I yelled. “Are they alive? Or, are they really dead?”

He didn’t reply.

“Sheriff, please answer me!” I hollered, taking a step toward him. “You told us you were only trying to keep your daughter safe by capturing us. You obviously have some heart. Please, we need to know if our parents are alive or dead! I just saved your life, for God’s sake!”

“I heard that they’re all dead,” he replied, his voice hollow. “I’m sorry. I had nothing to do with it.”

My eyes filled with tears. “All of them? Susan, too?”

He nodded. “Your parents’ bodies were disposed of. Susan’s body was found in the woods and they’ve reported it on the news already.”

“No!” I choked, sinking to my knees. I began to cry. “Not Susan! That bitch! I’ll kill Faye myself!”

Also crying, Melody got down on her knees, and pulled me into her arms. “It’s going to be okay, Chels,” she whispered into my hair. “It’s okay…”

“I want her to pay,” I moaned, my heart breaking all over again for my best friend. In the back of my mind, I’d already known that she probably hadn’t made it. But to hear that her body was found… that she truly was dead… it was like losing her all over again.

“If you come with me, I’ll help you,” said the sheriff, taking a step toward us. “We’ll destroy her together. Celeste will help us.”

“We’re not going anywhere with you!” cried Chelsey. “Stay away from us.”

Liam, who was still in his lycan state, tried launching at Caleb again, but Slade held him back.

Caleb looked at all of us. “Come on! Let bygones be bygones! We can help each other!”

“Just get out of here!” hollered Slade, still trying to restrain Liam. “Or I’ll let Liam finish you off.”

The sheriff looked frustrated as he turned and began walking back toward his car. “You’re all making a big mistake,” he said, turning back. “We could help each other. Get rid of her for good.”

“You’re the one who made a mistake,” snapped Slade. “Now quit making new ones! Leave!”

Caleb let out a weary sigh and then got back into the squad car. As he sped away, Liam changed back into a human.

“Why in the hell did you interfere?!” he hollered at Slade. “You had no right to do that!”

“The girls were terrified and didn’t need to see any more bloodshed,” said Slade firmly. “Plus, now they know what happened to Susan. Sorry, man. If it were just me, I’d have held him down for you.”

Liam looked over at us, and we both stared at him, still in shock.

He was buck-naked.

My cheeks burning, I stood up and wiped the remaining tears from my face, trying not to look at him.

“You two okay?” asked Liam.

I nodded and stared at Melody to see her reaction. She was grinning from ear-to-ear.

“We’re… very good,” replied Melody, a twinkle in her eyes. “How about you?”

“Not too bad, considering I just had a car roll over me,” he said, cracking his neck. “I swear, that damn Caleb is lucky to be alive. He left me for dead!”

“He’s definitely an asshole,” said Melody, still staring at him openly. “Glad to see that you’re healed, though.”

“Me, too,” he said, turning to Slade. They started talking in low voices and I could tell Liam was still angry.

“Oh, my God, I can’t believe he’s just standing there. In the nude,” whispered Melody, grinning and fanning herself. “I think I’m going to faint.”

I had to admit that Liam looked like a bronzed Greek god standing there in the light of day, without a stitch of clothing on. But then again, Slade was next to him looking pretty buff himself. Broad shoulders, muscular forearms, and an impressive six-pack that had been hidden under his T-shirt. I could definitely imagine him on a poster or a calendar.

Slade said something to Liam, who looked at us and chuckled. Then he changed into a lycan and bolted toward the trees.

“Where did he go?” called Melody as Slade walked back over to us.

“To get the car and… to get dressed.”

My eyes widened. “You found it?”

“Someone had it towed, probably Caleb.” He grinned. “Fortunately, the impound guy was easily persuaded into giving it back to me.”

“Where is it now?” I asked.

He waved his thumb at the road. “We parked about two miles back near a dirt road, under some trees.”

“So, Liam is coming back for us?” asked Melody, looking toward the road.

“He’d better,” said Slade. “Did that guy hurt either of you?”

“No, but he did something to us,” I answered. “I was pretty confused for most of the ride. I don’t know about you, Melody, but I couldn’t remember what happened after being in the hospital.”

“I was pretty confused myself. But, then he started saying things that didn’t make sense,” said Melody. “And I think that’s when we both started remembering what had really happened.”

“He charmed you,” said Slade. “I could tell he’d already done it once, back in town. You weren’t thinking clearly.”

“That’s what I figured,” I replied. “The jerk.”

“Yes, he was. Oh, look… here comes Liam,” said Slade, looking over our heads. “Hopefully he has pants this time.”

Melody and I giggled.

“GOING MY WAY?” asked Liam, smirking as he pulled up next to us. Unfortunately for Melody, he’d found some jeans, along with a new T-shirt. “By the way,” he took off his sunglasses and winked. “I’m driving.”

“That’s fine. You know, I was almost worried that you’d be free-balling it,” said Slade, walking around the car to the passenger door. He opened the door and we all got in.

Liam handed Slade a T-shirt. “With this heat? Hell, no. Things would be sticking to the seat that shouldn’t be. Now, if I was on my motorcycle... wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Thanks for those disturbing images,” said Slade, pulling the T-shirt over his head.

I pictured a naked Liam, on a Harley, his hair flying in the wind, grinning like a lunatic, and had to laugh. “Would you wear a helmet, at least?”

“I doubt they make one big enough for my head.”

My eyes moved to his skull. “You do have a big mug.”

He laughed. “Oh, I thought you were talking about something else.”

I groaned. “That was really weak.”

Melody giggled. “You’re so bad, Liam. But, funny. You make things bearable.”

“It’s a gift,” he replied, lowering his sunglasses. “Stick around for the next show and I’ll be sure to wow and amaze you.”

“And that’s only if he keeps his pants on,” added Slade.

“Slade,” he said, deepening his voice. “You know… there can be only one.”

I smiled.

“One what?” asked Melody.

“One comedian in this here band,” said Liam, his voice back to normal.

“I don’t get it,” she said, looking at me. “Do you?”

“Have you ever seen the movie, The Highlander?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No. Is it new?”

“It’s old,” said Slade. “And one of Liam’s favorite movies.”

“Damn right,” said Liam. “You need to watch it.”

“Definitely,” said Melody. “I just love comedies.”

“It’s not a comedy,” he replied. “Although, the Kurgan laughs his ass off as he’s terrorizing his victims. That’s probably the only laughing involved with that movie.”

“He’s the bad guy?” she asked.

“Yes,” said Liam.

“Is it gory?” she asked.

“Not as gory as what we just witnessed,” I said. I told her about the movie.

“And that’s your favorite movie, Liam?”

“Definitely. I’ve got it on DVD,” he said. “I’ll play it for you when we get back to the castle. You’re going to love it.”

“I can’t wait,” she said.

I looked at her and she grinned mischievously. I knew that she normally hated those kinds of movies, preferring romance and comedy. From the look in her eyes, I knew she just wanted to get him alone. Smiling, I shook my head and stared out the window. If chasing Liam got her mind off of the crap going on in our lives, more power to her. I could worry enough for the both of us.

WE CONTINUED DRIVING toward the hangar where we were to meet the rest of the band. I closed my eyes and listened to Liam and Slade’s banter, now feeling comfortable in both of their presences. How could I not? They’d saved us, and not just once… but twice, now. It would have been so easy for them to have left us with the sheriff. But, they’d risked their own lives to rescue us, once again. As far as I was concerned, now we owed them our lives.

“Hey, did you girls want us to stop somewhere to change?” asked Liam after a while. “I forgot all about that.”

“It’s okay,” I answered, touching my jeans. “My clothes are dry and I’d just as soon wait for a shower before changing them.”

“Me, too,” said Melody. “We’ve already wasted so much time with that sheriff, anyway. Let’s just get to the hangar.”

“Okay.” Liam looked over at Slade. “We are a little behind schedule. I’m surprised Bradan hasn’t sent you a message asking where we’re at.”

Slade took out his phone. “Actually, I sent Sean a text an hour ago to let him know what was happening.”

“He reply?” ask Liam.

Slade frowned. “No.”

“That’s a little troubling,” said Liam.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” replied Slade, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “If something was wrong, one of them would have found us by now.”

I leaned forward. “Does Faye know where the hangar is?”

“No,” said Slade, glancing back at me. “So, there shouldn’t be any surprises when we get there.”

“That’s good,” I answered, closing my eyes again. “I’m getting tired of surprises.”

“SO, LIAM, YOU must go through a lot of clothing being a lycan?” asked Melody a little while later.

He grunted. “Yeah. That’s why I hate shopping for clothes. Most of the things in my closet end up getting ripped to shreds.”

“It doesn’t stop you from spending thousands of dollars on your wardrobe,” said Slade, opening up the glove compartment. He pulled out a pair of dark sunglasses and put them on. “Those jeans you had on the other night at the concert… weren’t you saying you paid three hundred bucks for them? They didn’t seem to last very long.”

“I wasn’t expecting a fight that night. As far as the jeans go, I have an image to maintain. Hell, so do you. You should be spending more than me. You never have to worry about your pants coming off,” laughed Liam.

“You’re just full of jokes today,” said Slade, shaking his head but smiling.

“I owe you after letting that asshole go back there. I need to relieve some steam some way.”

“God, that was horrible. He nearly killed you,” said Melody. “I couldn’t believe he ran over you with the car like that. That must have hurt.”

Liam smiled grimly. “Yeah, it pretty much sucked. Lucky that I had shifted. I probably wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Do you turn into a lycan often?” she asked.

“If I do, it’s usually at night.”

“When the moon is full?” replied Melody.

“Not always. I like to shift when it’s late and there aren’t many people out. It doesn’t have anything to do with the moon being out.”

“What does it have to do with?” she asked.

“Freedom. The freedom to break away from everything and have fun.”

“So, what do you usually do for fun, when you’re like that?” asked Melody, leaning forward.

“Run. Hunt. Explore,” he answered.

“Fuck with the other animals,” added Slade, smirking.

He grinned. “That, too.  Mainly, it gives me some time to let go of whatever might be stressing me out.”

“You must really enjoy being a lycan,” she said.

“It’s who I am and have always been. I’m just fortunate that I can control it. Unlike werewolves. They’re the ones who are at the mercy of the moon.”

“That would be harsh,” I said, thinking about it. “They must have a hard time with that.”

“I’m sure. From what I’ve learned, they can’t control their actions very well, either. Thankfully, I’m always in complete control.”

“Huh. Do you know of any werewolves?” I asked.

“No. I did encounter one once. About three years ago. He attacked me without reason.” He sighed. “It didn’t end well.”

“Did you have to kill him?” asked Slade.

“I left him pretty wounded, but alive.  When I went back the next day, his body was gone. I’m pretty sure he made it.”

“So, do you have other lycan buddies that you hang out with?” asked Melody, trying to lighten the mood.

“When my brothers are in town, we usually get together and do our thing.”

“What’s your thing?” asked Melody.

He grinned. “Usually, raising hell.”

“How many siblings do you have?” she asked, intrigued.

“Three brothers and a sister.”

“Do you get to see much of them?” asked Melody.

He hesitated. “Actually, I haven’t seen my sister for a couple of years.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” she said. “You miss her?”

He didn’t answer right away. When he did, I could tell by the look on his face that it was a touchy subject. “Yep, I miss her,” he answered, turning on the stereo. “We should be at the hangar soon.”

“Cool,” replied Melody. “I can’t wait to get to Ireland. I take it that we’ll be on a private plane?”

“Yes. My oldest brother, Aiden, owns the jet,” said Liam. “I called him yesterday and he was supposed to arrange a pilot to fly us to Dublin. Let’s just hope that Bradan didn’t charm the pilot into leaving before we get there.”

“Where is there?” I asked.

“Billings,” said Slade. “We should see the sign in a couple of minutes.”

“Good,” said Melody, sitting back. She closed her eyes and yawned. “Wake me when we get to the airport.”

“Me, too,” I said, yawning myself.

“Will do,” said Liam, his mood still heavy. He turned up the volume on the stereo and we slept the rest of the way.

“WE’RE HERE,” I told the girls, waking them up.

“Cool,” said Melody, yawning.

“Is that our plane?” asked Chelsey, pointing.

I looked at the plane that was parked outside of the hangar. It was a large Gulfstream. We’d taken one similar to it on the way out here. “I think so.”

As I parked the car in the lot, my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, but answered it anyway as I got out of the car. “Hello?”

“Are we having fun yet?” asked a voice that I recognized as Faye Dunbar’s. She sounded amused.

“No, but obviously you are,” I replied coldly. “What is this, a game to you?”

She chuckled. “Oh, Slade. Although I do love a good game of cat-and-mouse, I am not playing with any of you.”

“So, in other words, you’re just trying to kill us.”

Liam looked at me over the hood of the car, a questioning look on his face.

“I’ll meet you inside,” I mouthed.

He nodded and ushered the girls into the building.

“Honestly, if I wanted to kill you, I’d have come after you myself,” she said.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

“Of course.” She sighed. “This has been a headache, one that I really don’t need at the moment.”

“Save it for someone who gives a shit – and don’t call back,” I answered, ready to hang up.

“Don’t hang up,” she said quickly. “I have a proposition for you.”

I grunted. “Is that right? Another proposition? Do you really think I want to hear another one of those from you? Or that I’d even trust you to deliver your end of the deal?”

“I understand your anger. Yes, things got out of hand and I certainly didn’t mean to piss you off.”

“Out of hand? You’ve murdered several people, and that sheriff of yours… he’s lucky we let him go without repaying the favor.”

“I sent him to retrieve the girls and nothing more. He obviously failed and will be dealt with accordingly. As far as we go, I would like to part on peaceful terms.”

I rolled my eyes. “Is that right? Why the change of heart?”

“It’s not a change of heart. We got off on the wrong foot and things escalated to outrageous proportions. I don’t mean you any harm, and to prove it, I want to call a truce.”

I thought about Chelsey and Melody. If Faye was being sincere, which was something I wouldn’t hold my breath for, then anything would help them out. “Fine. Just don’t contact me or anyone else in Venom again.”

“If that’s what you wish. And the girls? Where are they?”

“None of your damn business. You’ve already terrorized them enough.”

“I’m only asking because they need to be silenced. You of all people should understand that.”

I didn’t reply.

“Ah… you must really like those two. Okay, fine, I will agree to leave them alone as long as you agree to charm them into forgetting all about what happened the other night at the club. And me, for that matter.”

I laughed coldly. “You murdered their families. They have a right to know what happened to them. To remember.”

“I don’t know where you’ve gotten your information, but I did no such thing. They’re alive and missing the girls, I assume.”

I began to pace. “Bullshit. That’s not what I heard.”

“Then you heard wrong.”

“My sources tell me that you murdered them and those sources are trustworthy. You, on the other hand, are as trustworthy as a rabid dog.”

She sighed. “Something tells me that you’re not quite ready to accept my truce offer.”

“Just leave us alone,” I said, and hung up on her.

“What was that all about?” asked Liam, standing behind me.

I turned around. “Faye Dunbar wants a truce,” I said with a sneer.

“Right,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Who is she fooling?”

“She’s also lying about Chelsey and Melody’s family. Says they’re alive. You saw the bodies, though, right?”

He nodded. “Yes. There were three women and a male. We just assumed…”

“I’m sure you were right and this is just another trick. Still,” I rubbed my chin and frowned. “I wonder if I should fly back to Shore Lake and check it out. To be certain.”

“There’s no time. Bradan’s having a fit. That’s why I came out here. He wants to leave. Now.”

I sighed.

“Slade, I’m sure they were the girls’ family. Who else would they be?”

I nodded. “I’m sure you’re right. We saw the blood, and there was obviously a struggle. Plus, Caleb said they were dead, too.”

“There you go. That bitch is trying to set another trap. She probably expects us to bring the girls back to town. Then she’ll try and kill all of us.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.”

“We killed some of her Roamers and humiliated her. She’s not going to let that slide. She doesn’t want to form any damn truce. She wants revenge, and what better way to do it than to draw us back into town?”

It made sense to me. “Okay. Let’s get out of here,” I said, opening up the trunk. I pulled out the bags from the sporting goods store and handed one to Liam. “Do me a favor? Don’t tell the girls about this. Something tells me that if Chelsey thinks there is even a slight chance that her parents are alive, which I think we both agree is bullshit, she won’t get on that plane.”

“Don’t worry, lover-boy, I’ll make sure she does.”

Grunting, I shut the trunk. “You’re on a roll today, aren’t you?”

“Deny it all you want, but you’re already obsessed with her.”

“And how do you know what obsesses me?”

He grinned. “I’m sorry, have we just met? Slade, come on.  I’ve known you long enough to see that she’s gotten under your skin and I also know that you don’t know what the hell to do about it.”

I thought about denying it, but knew it was pointless. We had been friends for too long. He did know me pretty damn well. “Okay, she’s interesting, I’ll give her that. Maybe even beautiful. But, we’re from two different worlds and… she hates my guts.”

His smile fell. “Why do you say that?”

“It’s in her eyes,” I said, walking toward the building. It was a look I’d seen before. In Vanessa. The last mortal I’d allowed myself to care about.

WHEN WE ARRIVED at the hangar, Liam walked Melody and me inside while Slade stayed out to take a phone call. From the look on his face, it wasn’t someone he enjoyed talking to, either.

“What’s going to happen to Slade’s car?” asked Melody as we walked over to the building.

“We’ve arranged to have it stored here at the airport until Slade can figure out what he wants to do with it,” replied Liam.

“Is he going to sell it?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. He might have it shipped to Romania. He loves collecting old cars, so he’ll probably add it to his collection.”

I looked back at the car one last time and sighed, remembering how my dad used to watch car-restoration shows on cable. Many times, he tried getting me enthused about the old cars. To me, anything to do with fixing vehicles had seemed boring, however. Now, I’d have done anything to be able to sit down and watch one of those shows with him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I followed Liam inside.

“Well look who finally decided to catch a plane! What in the hell took you so long?” asked Bradan as we entered. He and the other band members, Jimmy and Sean, were sitting at a table, playing cards and listening to loud music.

“Don’t start on us,” said Liam as we approached the table. “We had a bullshit run-in with one of Faye’s Roamers. Sheriff Caleb.”

Bradan sighed. “Caleb? That fellow is a pain in the ass. Where is he now?”

“Alive and on his way back to Shore Lake, I imagine,” replied Liam.

“Alive?” repeated Sean. “What, you two couldn’t take him?”

“Of course we could,” said Liam. “But, we decided to let him go.”

“Why?” said Bradan, shaking his head. “Should have gotten rid of him while you had the chance.”

I cleared my throat. “It was my idea, actually. Liam was all ready to take him down for good, but I stopped him.”

Bradan’s eyes shifted to me. “Why would you want him to live? Hell, he probably orchestrated your family’s murder.”

“We don’t know that for sure,” I said softly, although it wouldn’t have surprised me. “Besides, I think he’s just another victim.”

Bradan looked at Liam and then back to me. He smiled grimly. “You’re kidding, right? A victim?”

“He told us that his daughter’s life was being threatened,” said Melody.

“Celeste?” he said. “Obviously you don’t know that little firecracker. I’ve met her a few times, and let me tell you, she can take care of herself, probably better than Caleb.”

“Maybe, but he looked worried about her,” I replied.

“I’m sure he did. Most vampires are fairly good actors,” said Sean. “We’ve had to live with mortals for decades. You learn to make up a lot of stories and sometimes, even begin to believe them yourself.”

“I’m sure,” I replied. “Anyway. He’s still alive.”

“Let’s just hope that we’ve seen the last of him,” said Liam. “For his sake. If I see him again, he’s not getting any more chances.”

“I second that. So, where is Slade?” asked Bradan, standing up. “We need to get moving. The pilot is probably furious with us.”

“Who is the pilot? Did you get a name?” asked Liam.

“Some guy named Steve Canon,” said Bradan.

“I know Steve. He’s been a friend of my brother’s for years. You said he’s getting pissed?” Liam’s eyebrows furrowed. “Huh, doesn’t sound like him. Usually, he’s so laid back.”

“Don’t listen to Bradan,” said Sean, smirking. “Steve is taking a nap in the plane. Said to wake him up when we’re ready to go.”

“That sounds more like the Steve that I know,” said Liam, walking over toward the rear of the plane. He whistled. “A Gulfstream, huh? I didn’t realize my brother had that kind of money.”

“I guess it’s pretty fast,” said Sean. “Which is good because Bradan wants to get home to mama.”

Liam smirked. “So do I.”

“At least I have someone to get home to,” sneered Bradan. “Assholes.”

“Relax,” said Liam, patting Bradan on the back. “We’re just messing with you. Quit being so uptight.”

Bradan’s shoulders relaxed and he sighed. “I’m just worried about ma,” he said. “She doesn’t sound right on the phone.”

“Oh, she’s fine,” said Jimmy. “She’s just missing her dog. As soon as you get back, she’ll feel better.”

“I hope so,” he answered.

The sincere love he had for his mother made me smile. Although he’d been kind of an ass earlier, it was obvious he was concerned about his family. I certainly couldn’t blame him. “I’m sure Jimmy is right. I don’t know your mother, but it’s obvious that she has a big heart like her son.”

Bradan smiled. “Thanks. She’s going to like you. I can tell.”

I smiled back.

“Man, that plane is a beaut,” said Liam, looking over at the plane again. “You been in it yet?”

“Yep,” said Jimmy. “We already had the grand tour. There’s even a bedroom on board.”

Liam laughed. “Leave it to my brother.”

“Let me guess, he’s as bad as you are when it comes to women,” I said.

“We’re lycan. Our libidos are off the chain,” he said.

“They’re dogs,” said Bradan. “Pure and simple.”

Liam grunted. “You’re just jealous, Bradan. You should consider spending less time with ma and more time with the ladies.”

“I doubt that the women you bring to bed could be called ladies,” he replied.

He grinned. “True. See, I don’t want a lady in my bed. I want a wildcat.”

“Why don’t you go and check on Slade? All this talk about sex is making me quite uncomfortable,” teased Sean. “

Liam grinned. “It’s making my jeans uncomfortable, too. Why don’t you guys wake up Steve,” said Liam, turning around. “Then we can get the hell out of here.”

“I’ll do it,” replied Sean, walking toward the plane. “I’ve had enough of this place.”

I suddenly felt anxious. Were we really making the right choice, by traveling to another country with a group of vampires, not to mention a lycan? It certainly seemed like a hasty decision. The problem was that I didn’t know what else we could do. Especially with no money or place to go. “So, we’re really flying with you guys to Europe, huh?”

“Only if you want to,” said Bradan. His eyes softened. “What’s wrong? You look nervous.”

“That’s because I am,” I admitted, crossing my arms under my chest. “Everything is happening so quickly.”

“Don’t be frightened, lass. I’m sure you’ll be safer in Europe. Plus, you’ll have our help, and I promise,” said Jimmy. “We won’t bite unless… you want us to.”

I laughed nervously. “Right.”

“He’s right. You have nothing to fear,” said Bradan. “We’re decent enough guys. That scene back at the club? We’re normally not like that. But when someone attacks one of our own, it’s no-holds-barred. We won’t let them get away with it.”

“I understand,” I said.

“I’m grateful for what you did,” said Melody. “The Roamers would have probably killed me and Slade if you wouldn’t have come to our rescue.”

“I’m sure they would have,” said Bradan. “

“Just know that both of you are in good hands with us,” said Jimmy, walking over. He put an arm around my shoulder and smiled. “In fact, think of us as your big brothers now. Anyone screw with one of our little sisters and they won’t live to brag about it.”

“Uh, well… thanks,” I said, looking up at him. With his dark hair and dimples, he kind of reminded me of Mario Lopez. Just much paler.

Jimmy turned to Melody and winked at her. “Unless you’d rather be cousins. That would allow for some kissing.”

Melody and I looked at each other and laughed.

“Funny, we’re cousins and I don’t think we’ve ever kissed. Not like what you’re thinking,” I said, still smiling. “So, that won’t get you anywhere.”

“You’ve never kissed any other girls?” asked Jimmy. “Not even a peck?”

“There was that one time… at band camp,” joked Melody, quoting a line from a movie.

“You went to band camp and kissed another girl, Melody?” asked Jimmy, his eyebrows raised. He grinned. “Don’t tell Liam. He’ll start humping your leg.”

“Seriously, I was kidding,” said Melody. She nodded toward me. “As far as her and I kissing. That would be very, very gross.”

“Liam turns into a canine and licks his own ass,” said Bradan. “Nothing is too gross for someone like him.”

This time we all laughed.

Everyone but Melody.

“He doesn’t really, does he?” she asked, looking horrified.

Bradan laughed. “Have you ever smelled his breath?”

She frowned. “I didn’t think he had bad breath.”

“They’re just messing around,” I said, smiling. “Don’t believe a word they’re saying.”

“Are we?” asked Bradan.

Slade and Liam walked in, carrying the bags from the store.

“Are we, what?” asked Liam, staring at us curiously.

Melody forced a smile. “Are we leaving soon?” she said quickly.

“Yes,” he replied. “Looks that way.”

“Cool,” she answered. “Are those our bags from the store?”

“Yes. Almost forgot about them,” said Slade, frowning at the arm Jimmy still had around my shoulders. Jimmy then noticed it to and quickly removed it.

“I suppose there’s no time to shower and change before we fly out?” asked Melody.

“Nope,” replied Bradan. “Plus, I doubt there’s even a shower here.”

“That’s okay,” I replied, walking over to Slade. “Here, I’ll take them.”

He tightened his grip on the bags. “No. That’s okay. I’ll just put them on the plane for now. Everyone ready?”

“We’ve been ready all day,” said Bradan, as Sean and the pilot walked toward us.

“Hey, Canon!” hollered Liam. “You sober?”

The pilot, a good looking guy in his twenties, grinned. “Yes, but I can remedy that. You bring me some of that Macallan?”

“Hell no. My brother is the only one who can afford that,” said Liam, shaking his hand.

“What’s Macallan?” whispered Melody.

“It’s a brand of scotch,” said Slade.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, my God. Aren’t pilots supposed to fly sober?”

“He’s just bullshitting. Steve’s a lycan, too,” said Jimmy, smirking. “I don’t think they can even get drunk.”

“Hi, I’m Steve Canon,” said the pilot, walking over to us with a warm smile.

Liam made the introductions.

“So, we’re all here?” asked Steve.

“Yes,” replied Bradan. “Finally.”

“Sounds good,” he answered, putting his cap on. “Someone should be arriving, shortly to take care of your car, Slade.”

“What are they going to do with it?” he asked.

“There’s a warehouse behind the building. They’ll store it in there. Don’t worry, I’ve got one there, too.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “I’ll make the necessary arrangements when I get back home to have it shipped to my home in Romania.”

“Sounds good. I’ll let the service department know.” He looked at his watch. “I should probably tell you – I have to make a stop in New York.”

“Why?” asked Liam.

“Your brother asked me to pick up another passenger along the way. We’ll refuel there, too.”

Liam’s eyebrows went up. “Another passenger? Who?”

“A woman named Talia Mayerich.”

Liam turned to Slade. “Shit.”

“You’re kidding?” said Slade, his expression dark.

“No. I just left a message on her cell phone to let her know we’d be leaving here shortly,” said Steve. “Is this going to be a problem?”

“We hope not,” said Liam, still staring at Slade. “You cool with this?”

Slade frowned. “Guess I’ll have to be.”

“Who is Talia Mayerich?” I asked him, curious.

“Nobody special,” he answered.

“Don’t let her hear you say that. She’ll box out your ears,” said Liam, smirking.

I began to wonder if she was his ex-girlfriend. “Did you two date or something?”

“No,” replied Slade sharply.

“Okay then,” said Melody, looking at him with an amused expression. “Obviously, you two have some kind of history together.”

Slade didn’t say anything.

I cleared my throat. “Is she one of you?”

“She’s a vampire,” said Slade. He turned to the pilot. “Steve, is there any way we can avoid picking her up?”

He smiled weakly. “Sorry, man. I have my orders.”

Slade swore under his breath.

“Should we just call my brother?” asked Liam. “I’m sure if we explain…”

“Screw it,” muttered Slade, walking quickly toward the plane with our bags. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Liam turned to Steve. “Why exactly are we picking her up? Did my brother say?”

“They’re working together on some project,” said Steve. “That’s all I know. Sorry, man.”

“It’s not your fault,” said Liam. “Hell, maybe we’ll be lucky and she’ll change her mind once she sees Slade on the plane. I don’t think she cares for him, either.”

Steve chuckled. “You never know. Well, I’m going to do the pre-flight checkups. I have a co-pilot coming in any minute, so we should be taking off shortly.”

“Sounds good,” said Liam.

“Slade must really hate Talia,” I said as we began walking to the jet.

“With good reason,” said Liam.

“What is the reason?” I asked.

“I don’t know if I should talk about it,” he replied. “It’s really not my place.”

“Liam, it’s not a big deal,” said Jimmy. “I doubt Slade will care if we tell them who she is. Talia was Vanessa’s twin sister.”

My eyes widened. “Who was Vanessa?”

“Slade’s girlfriend, or fiancée,” said Liam.

“He’s engaged?” asked Melody.

“No. This was many years ago,” said Liam. “To tell you the truth, I don’t think they were engaged. But, he probably would have married her.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“That, I can’t get into,” replied Liam. “You’ll have to ask Slade if you really want to know.”

“Did they break up because of Talia?” I asked, intrigued.

“To be honest, I don’t know exactly what happened,” said Liam. He smiled. “Man, you’re persistent. You’d make a good reporter.”

“That’s what I keep telling her,” said Melody.

“So, whatever happened to Vanessa?” I asked, unable to let it go.

Liam didn’t answer.

“Does Slade ever talk about her?” I prodded.

“He doesn’t like to,” said Liam, his eyes softening. “It’s not an easy subject.”

“Because of Talia?” I asked.

Liam sighed. “Because of Vanessa. She’s dead.”

THIRTY MINUTES LATER, we were in the air and heading to New York to pick up Talia. A woman I despised almost as passionately as I’d loved her sister.

“So, what are you going to do about Talia?” asked Liam, who was sitting next to me on the jet. We were near the front, away from the others.

“Nothing. Ignore her.”

“I was going to suggest the same thing. Hell, maybe she won’t even show up at the airport.”

“And maybe the world’s going to end before we reach it.” I grunted. “I could only be so lucky.”

“Are you afraid she’s going to try something on the plane? I mean, seriously. I think you’re over-thinking this too much.”

“Maybe I am.” I lowered my voice. “But, she went a little crazy the last time we met.”

“That was right after Vanessa’s death, right? And she blamed you for it.”

I nodded. “Which was bullshit. As far as I’m concerned, she’s the one who killed her sister.”

“Do you really think the outcome would have been any different if Vanessa would have heard the news from you and not Talia? The fact about you being a vampire.”

“I could have at least prevented her from taking her own life,” I said quietly.

“You don’t know that for sure. You couldn’t follow her around every second of the day.”

“No, but I could have broken things to her gently. Explained why I hadn’t told her that I was a vampire. I can’t begin to imagine what Talia said to her,” I mumbled, thinking back to the days leading to Vanessa’s death, when I hadn’t known that she’d even had a twin. Not until after Talia had seduced and coerced me into making her into a vampire. “The woman provokes trouble. Revels in it. I wouldn’t doubt if she starts something on the plane.”

Liam sighed. “Should I call my brother and explain the situation? See if he’ll tell Talia to find another flight?”

I rubbed my forehead. “She probably expects it. I don’t want her to think that she has any kind of effect on me. Let’s just leave it alone.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“I’ll just keep my distance when she boards. Do you have any idea how she met your brother and why she’s even getting on the plane?”

“Steve mentioned that Talia is working for him. That’s all I know.”

“I hope he understands what kind of woman he’s getting involved with.” I frowned, remembering how she’d attacked me the last time we’d met face-to-face. Because she looked so much like Vanessa, and I’d always made it a rule to never harm a woman if I could help it, I’d barely walked away in one piece. “She’s conniving and shameless. I still can’t believe she and Vanessa were related, let alone twins.”

“Do you think Talia was jealous of her?”

“Probably. Vanessa was as sweet as they come. She genuinely loved life and teaching all of those kids,” I said, remembering the various stories she’d tell me. She’d been a teacher in Romania, which is how we’d met. I’d taken shelter in the schoolhouse late one evening. I’d been hurt after getting attacked by another vampire, and needed a place to crash. When she arrived early the next morning, I’d quickly charmed her into forgetting about me. But, I hadn’t forgotten about her. Two weeks later, we had a “chance” encounter at a bookstore. After that, it was outside of a pub, when a drunkard tried to pick her up. I’d come to her rescue, and from that day forward, we went from being friends to something much more. I fell in love with her and she seemed to have fallen equally hard for me. Unfortunately, we’d never consummated our love, although I’d been mistaken to believe that we had. When Talia pretended to be Vanessa and lured me into bed. How Talia had found out that I was a vampire, was still a mystery. Especially since I’d kept it a secret from Vanessa.

“This has always confused me – why didn’t Vanessa ever bring up Talia?” asked Liam.

“I don’t know. My guess is that she didn’t trust her. With good reason.”

What I did know was that Vanessa hadn’t ever liked talking about her past. In fact, it had been Talia who had confided to me, that their parents had died when they were ten years old. After the funeral, the girls were placed in an orphanage and that’s where they stayed until they turned sixteen. During their time there, instead of comforting each other, they grew apart. Eventually, they both went their separate ways.

“Are you even certain that Vanessa killed herself?” asked Liam, softly.

That question had entered my mind, in the beginning. Especially knowing the lengths that Talia had taken to become a vampire. She never truly cared about me or Vanessa. She only wanted the gifts that came with being an immortal. But then, I’d seen the note. Recognized Vanessa’s handwriting. Felt the sadness and desperation in the letter. “She wrote me a note,” I murmured, picturing it in my mind. There were tear stains near her signature and the faint smell of her perfume, which had lingered on the paper for months afterwards. In it, she’d stated that she couldn’t live with the knowledge that she was in love with a vampire. Someone who took human life, when she valued it so much. She claimed that she couldn’t live with or without me… and the choice for her had been simple. By killing herself, she wouldn’t have to live with the guilt of loving someone like me. That confession had broken me up inside.

“I know. But, are you certain the note was written by Vanessa?”

“What are you saying?”

“Talia. Maybe she wrote the note?”

“As calculating as she was, her tears were real when she found out about her sister. And she blamed me for causing her death. It’s why she attacked and almost killed me.”

He smirked. “Slade, come on. She tricked you into believing that she was Vanessa. She’s obviously a great actress. How can you be so sure that she didn’t orchestrate that, too? Killed Vanessa. Wrote the note. Faked the tears?”

I sighed. “I can’t.”

THE PLANE WAS incredible.

“Can you believe this is a plane?” asked Melody, who was in awe.

“It’s pretty wild,” I agreed, looking around. The leather passenger seats had their own leg-rests, there was a small sectional with a table in the back, a queen-sized berth, two widescreen televisions, and a small galley with a stove. Even with all of the comfort it offered, however, I couldn’t relax. I felt like things were moving much too fast.

“It’s going to be okay,” said Melody, smiling at me as we buckled our seatbelts. “Don’t worry.”

I forced a smile. “Okay.”

As we lifted off and began our ascent, I tapped my foot nervously, still feeling as if we were making a huge mistake.

“You doing okay?” asked Melody after a few minutes of fiddling with her hair, which looked chic, considering everything we’d been through. We were sitting away from the others in two of the cream-colored plush seats near the back of the plane.

I stopped biting the side of my nail and smirked. “Yeah. Peachy.”

She smiled. “Have you ever been on a plane before?”

“No. Mom never liked flying. What about you?”

“I have, but nothing like this,” she said, running her hands along the leather armrests. “I’m sure this jet cost Liam’s brother a fortune.”

“I bet.”

“So, what do you think?”

“About what?”

“Flying, silly.”

I shrugged. “I guess it isn’t as bad as my mother made it out to be. Although,” I frowned. “I think my ears are plugged.”

“Swallow. You’ll feel better.”

I did and I could suddenly hear again.

“Better?”

“Yes.”

I stared out the window as we entered the grayish white clouds. It was then that the plane suddenly hit turbulence. My breath caught in my throat and I dug my nails into the armrest. “What’s happening?” I squealed, although, I had a pretty good idea. I just needed to hear her tell me that we were okay.

“Just a little wind. There is nothing to be concerned about,” she said, putting her feet up. “It’s kind of fun, actually.”

I stared at her in horror. “Fun? You actually enjoy this?”

“Sure,” said Melody.

I didn’t say anything. I was a bundle of nerves. Fortunately, as we flew above the clouds, the plane levelled off and there wasn’t any more turbulence.

She motioned toward the window. “Isn’t it beautiful up here?”

“Sure,” I replied, wiping small beads of sweat from my forehead with a napkin. “If you like being thousands of miles above ground and at the mercy of a machine. They did check the oil on this thing before we left, right?”

“Are you kidding me? This plane looks like it’s brand new. It’s probably worth millions of dollars. We have nothing to worry about. And yes, I’m pretty sure we both heard them say something about pre-check.”

“What if they forgot something?” I said, feeling a touch of hysteria. “I hope they checked the brakes and the tires. What if they don’t come down? I saw a video on YouTube where that happened just recently. It was scary.”

“Seriously, you need to relax. Maybe we should see if Slade can hypnotize you, or whatever it’s called?”

I unbuckled my seatbelt. “No way. That’s just masking the danger and I’d prefer to be aware of it.”

“Chelsey, more people die in automobile accidents than plane rides. It just feels more dangerous, because you’re up in the sky.”

“Yeah, well there are a lot of stupid automobile drivers out there. There shouldn’t be any comparison. We’re flying. Things can go wrong. Things that the pilots can’t control.”

She rolled her eyes. “Things can go wrong anywhere. Walking out your front door, driving under a bridge, visiting a night club.”

“Getting onto a plane.”

She groaned loudly. “Oh, for God’s sake… would you just chill the hell out? Everything is going to be fine.”

I looked outside and started thinking about how high up we really were. I turned away quickly. “Can we change seats?”

“Yeah, of course,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. As we switched, my eyes met with Slade’s. He was in the front section, with Liam.

“Everything okay?” he called, looking concerned.

I forced a smile. “Just switching spots. So Melody can see better.” I laughed nervously. “Don’t want to hog up the beautiful view up here.”

He gave me a knowing smile. Obviously, I wasn’t fooling him. “Okay.”

“Hey, do either of you girls want a massage? It might help you relax,” said Liam with a wicked grin.

“I’d love to have his hands on me,” murmured Melody.

“No thanks,” I called back. “We’re fine.”

Melody scowled at me. “Speak for yourself.”

“I need you with me,” I said.

“Let me know if you change your mind.” He rubbed his shoulder. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind one, myself. Slade, would you do the honors?”

Slade told him where he could go for that massage.

Liam threw his head back and laughed.

“So, is this better?” asked Melody when we were both buckled back in.

I felt trapped. Ironically, like a caged bird that couldn’t fly. But, I could tell that she was getting really annoyed with me, so I decided to keep my anxiety under wraps. “Yes. Thanks.” I took a deep breath. “So, how long does it take until we land in New York?”

“Not too long.” She stared at me in amusement. “Look at you. I’ve never seen you so freaked out before. You must really hate flying.”

“I don’t hate flying. I just hate… dying.”

She laughed. “Would you stop already? Nobody is going to die. Besides, I’m sure Slade would catch you before you reached the ground. He can fly, you know.”

“It won’t help if I’m burning from jet fuel. I’d probably rather just die at that point.”

She laughed. “Panic much?”

“Sorry, I just can’t help it,” I replied, closing my eyes. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap. Wake me when we get to New York.”

“Okay. Man, it’s too bad you and the others don’t appreciate how beautiful it is up here,” she said, looking around. “Everyone else has their window covers down.”

“They’re probably sensitive to the brightness,” I replied, opening my eyes again.

“Vampires.” She sighed. “At least Liam can handle the sun. He looks hot with a tan. I wonder if they have a pool?” She grinned. “If he sees me in a bikini, I must just get him to notice me.”

I grunted. “Melody, have you ever thought of playing hard to get?”

Her eyes widened. “No. Not with guys like Liam. Celebrities, especially rock stars, are the ones that are hard to get, Chelsey.”

From what I understood, they weren’t that hard to get. Not when you were young, blond, and curvy. And flaunted your assets around like candy. Or… in the case of Venom, blood.

“Well, good luck with that,” I said, yawning.

“Why don’t you take a nap? I’ll let you know if we’re going to crash.”

“Thanks,” I said dryly.

“Seriously, go to sleep. It will make it easier for both of us.”

“Okay,” I said. I closed my eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t until we were descending that I woke up and began having another panic attack.

“We’re going to die,” I gasped.

Melody sighed. “Not this again.”

“Are we going down too quickly? It feels like we are,” I said, trying to look around her and out the window.

“This is normal, Chelsey.”

“Is she okay?” asked Slade, who was now standing next to us.

“Yes,” I said.

“No,” answered Melody at the same time.

He handed me a small paper bag. “I heard if you breathe in and out of one of these, it will help.”

I looked at it and frowned. “Why? Will I forget that I’m flying?”

He laughed. “No.”

“Actually, I heard that using one of those can make it worse,” I said, remembering that I’d learned about that in one of my classes. “It can actually reduce the oxygen levels in your bloodstream.”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Well, we don’t want that, do we? Would you like me to help? I can do that, you know.”

“You mean hypnotize me? No thanks,” I said, rubbing my sweaty palms against my blue jeans.

“Don’t waste your breath. I already tried talking her into it,” said Melody. “She’s even more afraid of not being afraid, I’m afraid.”

He laughed. “Okay, well… we’re landing soon, so I’m going to sit back down. Why don’t you try some breathing exercises? I also once heard that if you take a deep breath and hold it in for five seconds before releasing it, you’ll start to feel calmer. Do a few of those.”

“I’ll try it,” I said, forcing a smile. “Thanks.”

He patted my shoulder. “Good. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will,” I replied as he walked back toward his seat.

“Look, you can see the ocean,” said Melody. “I forgot how blue it was.”

I looked out the window and felt what had to be vertigo. Everything started to spin and I felt like I was going to throw up as the plane changed its angle. “Oh, my God,” I said, grabbing the paper bag. I opened it up and began breathing in and out quickly.

Melody grabbed my wrist. “I thought you said it was bad to do that?”

“It is. But, at least I can use the bag if I throw up,” I gasped, breaking out in a cold sweat.

She released my arm. “Sorry.”

The pilot got on the intercom and informed us that we were about to land and that we needed to have our seatbelts fastened.

“Here we go,” said Melody as the plane’s tires touched down onto the tarmac.

I held my breath as we began to slow and wondered if we were moving toward the hangar too quickly. Images of the pilot miscalculating the distance and braking too late flashed into my head. It was followed by the jet tumbling and then exploding into a mass of flames. By the time we came to a complete stop, I was a nervous wreck.

“See, you survived,” said Melody, pushing me in the shoulder playfully. “See, all of that worrying for nothing.”

I laughed nervously. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Just one more flight to go,” said Sean, coming toward us. Obviously, everyone on the plane was aware of my anxiety. “Then you can put all of this behind you.”

I thought about our next trip. This time, we’d be flying high above the ocean. If the plane went down, we’d hit the water. Hard. Even with the help of the vampires, some of us would surely die. If not by the crash, which would make us instant chum, then by the man-eating sharks.

I smiled weakly. “Yeah, I can’t wait.”

A SHORT TIME later, the pilot stepped out of the cockpit and invited us to get off of the plane to stretch our legs. “We’ll be leaving in about forty-five minutes,” he told us. “So, feel free to get out and get some fresh air before our next flight, which will obviously be quite a bit longer. Especially you, young lady,” he said, looking at me. “A little birdy said that you weren’t having the best time of your life back here. Was it my flying?”

“No… it was just… I was a little nervous since it was my first time. I’m fine now,” I said, smiling sheepishly. “Really.”

“If not, I know something that will clear that right up,” he said, winking. “A shot of whiskey can do wonders for the nerves. At least that’s what I’ve heard.”

I shuddered. It didn’t sound very appealing.

He smiled at my reaction. “Just let me know if you change your mind. I always keep a couple of bottles around. The plane is stocked with alcohol, too.”

“Uh, no. I don’t think so. But, thank you,” I replied. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe I should try flying with my eyes open this time,” he teased, his dark eyes twinkling. “It might make things easier for you.”

“I’d appreciate that,” I said, smiling.

“It’s not as enjoyable for me, but safety first. Right?”

“Uh, yeah. Right.”

Jimmy, Sean, and Bradan made their way over to us.

“Not insult to you, but I prefer flying without a steel barrier between me and the sky,” said Sean, taking a comb out of his back pocket and running it through his short, red hair. “Even in this incredible plane, I still felt like a sardine up there.”

“I agree,” said Bradan. “Had I known we were flying to New York, first, I’d have spent the entire day in Times Square. Maybe bought something for ma. Put a smile on her face.”

“You could still go shopping there,” said Steve. “You have about forty-five minutes before we leave here.”

“Cool. Let’s do it then,” said Bradan. “You coming, Slade?”

Slade, who was still sitting with Liam, stood up and moved toward us. “No. I’m probably just going to stick around here.”

“You okay?” asked Sean. “You’re looking a little peaked.”

I looked at him and thought the same thing. His skin looked really pasty.

“I’m good,” he said. “Don’t worry about me.”

“You should come with us. Find something that will set you right,” said Bradan, looking concerned.

I knew they were talking about blood but Slade didn’t seem too interested in leaving the plane.

“I’m good,” he repeated. “Just don’t be late getting back here.”

“We won’t,” said Bradan. “We’ll just pop in and out. Won’t take long.”

“Wow, so even with all of the crowds, you’re just going to fly out to Times Square and land in the middle of thousands of people?” said Melody, staring at him in shock.

“No. We’re more discreet than that,” said Bradan, turning to Sean and Jimmy. “So, you two tagging along or what?”

“I don’t know,” said Sean. “I hate crowds.”

“You hate crowds? What about your concerts?” said Melody. “Those seem to draw plenty of them.”

“Okay, let me rephrase that – I hate walking amongst the crowds. I don’t care about playing my guitar in front of them. I just don’t want to get lost inside of them. Kind of like Chelsey and planes.” He winked at me.

I smiled. He had a point.

She laughed. “Exactly! Anyway, I was going to say… you always seem so relaxed on stage.”

“That’s because it’s easy to tune people out,” he replied. “And focus on the music.”

“What about you, Liam?” she asked, as he walked toward us. “Do you mind crowds?”

“Not if they’re, beautiful, naked, and in my bed,” he said, smiling wickedly.

She smirked. “Do you ever stop?”

“Speaking of concerts, I could use a new guitar,” said Jimmy. “Doubt I’ll get my Fender back from Shore Lake. That thing cost me fifteen-grand, too. Dammit. Wonder if they have any music shops in Times Square?”

“I’m sure they do,” said Bradan. “You’ll probably pay top dollar for one, though, just because it’s New York.”

“I don’t think that I have a choice. We have concerts coming up. I need a guitar. I’m going crazy without my other one.” He sighed. “I’m joining you, man. Guess I’ll just have to do a little splurging.”

“Damn, you’re going to be an easy sale, Jimmy. I’d better go with you guys and make sure you’re not getting ripped off,” said Sean. He turned to the pilot “We’ll be back in forty.”

“Please do so,” he said, opening up the doorway. He set down the air-stairs. “After we refuel and Ms. Mayerich boards, we’ll head straight for Dublin. We should arrive there in approximately eight hours.

“Is she here yet?” asked Liam, glancing out the window. “Maybe she won’t show?”

“We couldn’t be so lucky,” mumbled Slade.

“Ms. Mayerich? She just sent me a text. She should be here very soon,” answered Steve, looking at his watch.

“Okay. We’ll be back soon. Follow me. I’ve been to Times Square, before,” said Sean as he disappeared off the plane into a whirlwind of movement.

“Don’t be late,” warned Liam to the others.

Bradan grunted and was the next to disappear.

“I’ll keep an eye on the time,” said Jimmy. “Just don’t leave without us.”

“Make it back in time and we won’t,” answered Slade.

Jimmy nodded and then flew out of the jet.

“That’s so freaky how they do that,” whispered Melody. “One minute they’re here, the next they’re ‘poof’.”

I agreed.

“Well, I hope they don’t lose track of time,” said Steve, looking at his watch. “I’d hate to arrive late. Piss Aiden off.”

“My brother will be fine. I’ll talk to him if he gives you any guff,” said Liam.

“Right,” said Steve, not really listening. He sighed and then looked at me and Melody. “Hey, you girls hungry? We actually have a fruit and veggie tray in the refrigerator. We also have plenty of bottled water, if you’re thirsty.”

“I’m starving. That sounds really good,” said Melody.

“It does sound good,” I agreed. “I’ll take one of those waters, too, please.”

“Sure.” The pilot looked at Liam. “What about you? You hungry?”

“Of course I am,” he replied, standing up. “You have anything else besides rabbit food, though?”

“I’ve got a few bags of beef jerky,” answered Steve. “I always eat protein when I’m flying. That and the rabbit food. Caveman Diet, you know.”

“Caveman diet? We burn more calories breathing than a mortal does running a lap,” scoffed Liam. “Why bother with that?”

“It’s healthier,” said Steve.

“Healthy? Bah! Give me a pizza and a bag of tacos and I’ll still beat your ass in a race.”

Steve grinned. “Would you like to put your money where your mouth is, Liam?”

“What, a race?” he replied, grinning. “Do you really want to make a fool out of yourself in front of these girls?”

“I’ll show you who the fool is,” said Steve. “Let’s race tonight. At the castle... Lycan style?”

“You’re on. But seriously, I need something substantial to eat. Now.”

“There are a few vending machines in the lobby of the airport,” he replied. “Stuff isn’t that bad either. Sometimes they even have decent sandwiches.”

Liam grinned. “Excellent. I’ll go check it out. You got any cash on you?”

Steve crossed his arms under his chest and shook his head, smiling in amusement. “Let me guess, you lost your wallet again?”

“Yep. We ran into some unexpected trouble. Thus, the reason we’re heading back to Europe today.”

“Your brother always said that you attracted trouble. I thought it was just talk,” said Steve, chuckling. “Guess, not.”

“To tell you the truth, it was Slade who attracted the trouble,” said Liam. He winked at him. “But, I’ll always have your back, man.”

“You know I’ve got yours, too. In fact,” Slade pulled out his wallet and handed him some cash. “It was on account of me that you lost your wallet, so take this.”

Liam frowned. “Bullshit. It was on account of Faye, not you. Anyone else want anything?”

“I’m good,” replied Slade, holding up his hand.

“I think you need something else, actually,” said Liam. “Blood? You going to make it to Europe?”

“Of course,” said Slade, looking at him like he was overreacting.

“Okay. Steve?” asked Liam.

“Actually, why don’t you get me a sandwich too?” he said, reaching for his wallet.

“Leave your money alone. I’ve got it.” Slade handed Liam more cash.

Liam wagged his thumb toward the cockpit. “What about your co-pilot?”

“Don’t worry about him,” said Steve. “He brought his own sandwiches.”

“Okay,” he said. “Melody or Chelsey?”

“I’m good with the fruit and vegies,” I answered. “But, thanks.”

“No problem. Melody?”

“Actually, can I come with you, Liam?” she asked, getting up quickly. “I’m kind of hungry for a sandwich myself. I’d like to see what they have.”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

“Just head into the lobby and you’ll see the vending machines. They’re to the left. Chelsey, I’ll go and get those trays for you,” said Steve, moving toward the kitchen.

“Thanks,” I replied, leaning my head back against the seat.

Liam and Melody took off. Slade walked over to the sofa and sat down. Sighing, he leaned forward and put his head in his hands.

“Are you really okay?”

He raised his head. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m just wiped out.”

He looked more than wiped out. He looked almost sickly. “It’s because you’re malnourished, isn’t it? You’ve depleted yourself of blood.”

He looked away and sighed. “Yeah. I guess I did. I should have probably gone with the guys. I just didn’t think Times Square was the best place to refuel. You know?”

“I understand. So, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll have to wait until we get to Dublin, I guess,” he answered, smiling grimly.

“And you can wait?”

“I have no choice.”

“We’re going to be on the plane for quite a while. Won’t it be hard to control your hunger?”

He studied my face and sighed again. “Don’t be frightened, Chelsey. I actually have more self-restraint than most of my kind.”

“I’m not frightened.” Which was true. For some reason, I had a feeling that he would rather wither away to nothing than force himself on us.

“Good. I would never hurt you. Ever.”

“I believe you,” I said softly.

“Here you go,” said Steve, walking out of the galley, holding two trays of food. He set both of them down on the table next to us and removed the covers. “Rabbit food, as Liam likes to call it. Enjoy.”

“Thanks,” I answered, grabbing a piece of cantaloupe. “I’ll take rabbit food any day of the week.”

“Good, because like I said before, it’s all we have at the moment. Unless you’d like some jerky,” he replied as the other pilot walked out of the cockpit.

“No, I’m good. Thank you,” I said, watching the stranger approach us. He appeared to be somewhere in his thirties, thin, and very bald.

“Hi, I’m Josh Henry,” he said, stopping next to us. “Steve’s co-pilot.”

Slade introduced the both of us before I could say anything.

“Nice to meet you. So,” he looked around the plane, “what do you two think about this plane? Pretty swanky, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s great,” said Slade.

“I’ve never flown anything this luxurious myself,” he replied, touching one of the leather chairs. He squeezed the cushion. “Best-of-the-best. It’s a pleasure flying it, too.”

“All it takes is money,” said Steve. “And connections. Aiden and I go back many years. Grew up together.”

“That’s what you were saying earlier,” said Josh.

Steve’s phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the screen. “It’s Talia. Excuse me,” he said, walking toward the exit. “I’m going to look for her and see if they’re done refueling the plane.”

“Sounds good, I’m going to find a place where I can have a smoke,” said Josh, following him. He turned and looked back at us. “Anyone care to join me? Slade?”

“I don’t smoke.”

Josh smiled sheepishly. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t with that voice of yours. Got to keep those girls swoonin’.” He looked at me. “What about you?”

“I don’t smoke, either,” I replied.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket. “Yeah, it’s a nasty habit. I need to quit. Too bad it’s so damn hard.”

“I wonder if hypnotism would work?” I said, looking at Slade.

Slade smiled. “I’m sure it would.”

“I might have to check that out,” said Josh. “Maybe when I get some time off, I’ll give it a whirl.”

“If you’re interested, I know some people,” I said, smiling.

“I may ask you for one of their numbers then,” he replied before stepping off of the plane.

“I think I’m going to use the bathroom before Melody gets back,” I said, standing up.

“Okay,” said Slade, leaning back in the sofa. He closed his eyes and looked so comfortable, that I had an urge to snuggle up to him. Instead, I walked past him and found the bathroom, which was much larger than the one at home. I closed the door and then stared at myself in the mirror. I had to laugh. Here I was thinking that Slade looked exhausted, and I looked like a zombie. My auburn hair was stringy, there were circles under my eyes, and my face was pale. Frowning, I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to pull out some of the snarls that had gathered underneath. After a few frustrated minutes, I gave up and went to the bathroom. After I washed my hands, I walked out, and Slade grabbed my arm.

“Hey, can I talk to you?”

“Of course,” I said, shocked at how cold his hand felt on my skin. I sat down next to him on the sofa. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to warn you about Talia,” he said, removing his hand.

“You don’t have to,” I said. “From your reaction earlier, I got the gist that she’s not the nicest person in the world.”

“She’s not. I’m surprised she’s been invited on this plane, to be honest. She’s not a woman you can trust.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. After everything we’ve been through, I think I’ll have a hard time trusting anyone.”

“I hope you know that you can trust me,” he said softly.

“You saved my life. More than once. Of course I trust you.”

He closed his eyes and put the back of his hand against his forehead. He looked exhausted. “Good. I’d do it again, too.”

“Thanks, Slade.”

“Anytime, Chelsey. I’m just glad you trust me.” He opened his eyes. “It means a lot to me.”

I wasn’t sure why it was such a big deal that I trusted him, but from the look on his face, I’d just promised him the stars. I nodded. “Oh, by the way, who was on the phone earlier?”

“Faye Dunbar,” he answered, his smile falling away.

“What did she want?” I asked, frowning. Even the sound of her name made me want to hit something.

He waved his hand. “Oh, she was just trying to goad me again.”

“I bet. She didn’t happen to mention anything about my family? Or Susan?”

“They’re gone,” he replied. “You have to accept that.”

I sighed in frustration. “I know… it’s just so hard to do that. Especially, since I didn’t actually see their… their… bodies.”

“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have wanted to.”

“No, but at least I’d give up hope that maybe they really aren’t gone.”

“Liam said that he saw them dump their bodies into the lake.”

My eyes filled with tears just thinking about the cruel way they’d been treated. Just like garbage. My parents. My aunt. My grandmother. More than anything, I wanted to get my hands on Faye, and the people who killed my family. Make them suffer for what they’d done. “I wish there was something we could do. A way to make them pay for everything,” I said, my teeth clenched.

He reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it. “Maybe in time we’ll get the chance to do it. I’ll even help you.”

My eyes met his. “Really?”

He nodded. “If that’s what you really want. Revenge?”

“I guess… I just really want someone to put an end to her violence,” I said, staring at our hands. Even though his was cold, I was still comforted by it. “The woman thinks she can do whatever she wants. Someone needs to stop her.”

“I agree.”

I let out a sigh. “Do you think they’ll come looking for us in Europe?”

“No, but if they do, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you,” he said firmly.

“As long as you don’t endanger yourself,” I said, pulling his hand closer to my face. I could now actually see the veins under the surface of his skin. “God, you’re so cold. Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do? Besides, you know… offer you blood?”

He quickly released my hand. “I’m sorry. If I’m not careful, I’ll give you… hypothermia.”

My eyes widened.

He grinned weakly. “I’m kidding.”

“Really? Because, your hand is like ice and, I hate to say it, but your lips seem to be turning blue,” I said, staring at them in awe.

He touched his lower lip and frowned. “Really?”

“Yes. That’s why I’m so worried about you. Is this normal?”

He shrugged. “What is normal? To be honest, I really don’t know.”

“This can’t be good, Slade. There has to be a way to warm you up.”

He grinned. “I can think of ways, but you’d probably slap me.”

I stared at him in surprise and smiled. “I hope Liam’s not wearing off on you?”

“Never. I was thinking more of a kiss. Since my lips were blue.”

I wondered if kissing him actually would warm his lips. “Would it help?”

His eyes widened in surprise and then he sighed. “I wish it did. But, it wouldn’t.”

“I… um… I’d only be doing it for the sake of helping you feel better, obviously.”

He stared at my lips. “Because you’re worried about my health?”

“Yes.”

“I kind of like how you’re worried about me,” he said softly. “It’s… intriguing.”

My cheeks turned pink. “Friends do that. We are friends now, right?”

“Oh, of course,” he answered, looking very serious. “Absolutely.”

“And as your friend, I’m just looking out for you. So, if there’s anything I can do, within reason of course, let me know.”

“You know, there is something you can do,” he replied, staring into my eyes. “Quit worrying so much.”

A calmness swept over me and I relaxed. He was right. There was no reason to worry about a guy like him. He was rich, good-looking, and strong. I remembered how he’d torn the door away from the sheriff’s car and smiled at him. “I guess it’s silly, worrying about someone like you.”

“I don’t know about silly. If anything, it’s flattering,” he said, smiling at me. “You’re so different than what I’m used to. You’re so… real.”

I laughed nervously. “That’s me. Real. Real nosy and sometimes an emotional basket-case.”

His smile fell. “Don’t ever cut yourself down. You’re an amazingly strong, young woman. One who has been to hell and back these last few days. Chelsey, you should be proud of yourself. I know I am.”

My heart did a weird little flip-flop and I could feel my cheeks turn pink. I wondered if he was charming me. But something told me he wasn’t. That he didn’t have to. “Thank you,” I replied, still blushing.

He stiffened up and turned to look toward the entrance of the plane. “She’s here.”

“Oh?” I said, feeling panicky. I wasn’t even sure why. I’d never met the woman. Of course, she was a vampire.

“What should I do?” I whispered.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he said.

Within a couple of seconds, I heard voices, one being a female’s. “Watch your step,” said Steve as they approached.

“Okay,” replied the woman. Talia.

When she entered through the doorway, it felt like some kind of static charge had been released into the air. A prickly tension between Talia and Slade that encompassed the entire plane.

“Thank you again, Steve,” said the dark-haired woman, smiling at our pilot.

I stared at the small woman in shock. I don’t know what I’d expected, but it wasn’t her. With her large, brown eyes and stylish chignon, she seemed perky and almost… elfish. She actually reminded me of Audrey Hepburn. Classic, beautiful, and not in the least bit threatening.

“You have no idea how much this means to me and Aiden,” she went on. “We have a meeting with an important client tomorrow morning for this new project. I’m expected to be there and thanks to you, I won’t have to miss it.”

He placed her carry-on in one of the small compartments and closed the door. “It’s my pleasure. I’m glad I could help.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” she said, looking around the plane. When she noticed me and Slade, her smile widened.

“And so it begins,” whispered Slade.

Talia walked over to us. Something told me that she’d heard him, but chose to ignore his comment. “I wasn’t aware that we were going to have celebrities on board. This is amazing! Slade, it’s been years since we’ve seen each other.”

Slade’s smile was cool. “Yes, it has.”

Her own smile didn’t falter. “Well, it’s so nice to see you. I know things were a little rocky the last time we met and,” she sighed. “I … I truly hope that we can put all of that ugliness behind us.”

“I already have,” said Slade.

“Good,” she said and then her eyes moved to me. “Now, who is this young woman sitting next to you?”

“My name is Chelsey,” I answered, giving her a friendly smile.

Her eyes drifted to my jeans and wrinkled T-shirt, then up to my hair, which I knew pretty much still looked like crap. “Are you with the band, too? Or just a really lucky fan?” She snapped her finger a couple times. “What do they call you girls here in the States… groupies?”

I stopped smiling. “I’m not a groupie.”

“She’s much more than that,” said Slade firmly. He put his hand on my knee. “Chelsey is my fiancée.”

I’M NOT EXACTLY sure what came over me, but I wanted Talia to understand that Chelsey was somebody special. Especially when I noticed the way she was staring down at her so snootily.

Chelsey, her mouth open in surprise, looked at me.

“I know we were going to keep it a secret until after we got back to Romania, but I think it’s about time everyone knew. Don’t you, babe?”

She continued staring at me, at a loss for words.

I looked up at Talia, who was watching us closely, and grinned. “I suppose I’m never going to hear the end of it now.” I put my hand around Chelsey’s shoulder, pulled her closer, kissing her on the forehead. “Obviously I can’t keep something this big a secret.”

“Wow, congratulations,” said Steve, coming up behind Talia. “Both of you. I had no idea.”

“Thanks,” I said. “It was supposed to be a secret. I’m probably in the doghouse now.”

Talia slowly smiled. “Yes, you just might be. Well, congratulations. Both of you. I take it Chelsey is aware of your special gifts and… diet?”

“Of course,” I replied, wanting to slap the smug expression from her face. She deserved far more than that, though. “Fortunately, I was given the chance to explain to her what I was. Nobody else interfered.”

Her face took on a pained expression. “You’re not still blaming me about Vanessa, are you? For God’s sake, Slade. She was my sister. She deserved to know the truth.”

“Yes, you were her sister,” I replied coolly. “Too bad you used it for your advantage more than hers.”

Before she could respond, the door opened up and Liam stepped inside, followed by Melody, who was laughing at something he’d just said.

“Chelsey, we picked you up a Snickers bar. I remembered how much you loved them,” said Melody, waving it in the air.

“Thanks,” she replied, her voice hoarse.

“Hello, you must be Talia?” said Liam, holding out his hand.

She smiled and shook it. “I am and you must be Aiden’s brother? You look just like him.”

“Thankfully, he’s rich and I’m… almost famous. It makes up for our ugly mugs.”

“There is nothing ugly about either of you, and you know it,” she replied. “He has women calling him all day and you… I’m sure you have hundreds of female fans who adore you.”

“Thousands. But, who’s counting,” said Liam, smiling broadly.

She laughed. “Not you, apparently.” Talia looked at Melody. “Let me guess, Liam, this is your fiancée?”

Liam’s smile evaporated. “Come again?”

Talia nodded toward me. “I just assumed that because Slade was finally settling down, you might be too.”

“Slade?” replied Liam. He looked at me, puzzled.

“He doesn’t know yet,” I said. “Listen, buddy, Chelsey and I are getting married. I should have told you before…”

He stared at me as if I’d gone mad. “What?”

“Oh, my God, are you serious!?” cried Melody, clapping her hands together.

Chelsey decided to play along. “Yes,” she said, patting my thigh. “We’re hoping for a summer wedding, right, honey?”

Relieved, I nodded. “Yep. Anything you want, babe.”

“This is freaken fantastic!” squealed Melody. “I knew you guys were finally warming up to each other, but this… this is crazy awesome! Can I be your Maid of Honor?”

“Of course,” said Chelsey as Bradan, Sean, and Jimmy entered the plane.

“We’re back,” said Jimmy. “And with time to spare.”

“You find a guitar?” I asked, noticing that he wasn’t carrying a case.

“No. I’m just going to have one custom made.” He looked at Talia. “Hi. You must be Talia.”

“Yes and you are another member of Venom? I’m pretty sure I recognize you from your CD cover. Jimmy, right?”

He grinned. “Yep. You bought our CD?”

“I did and have to say – it’s simply wonderful. Every song is better than the last. I also have all of your songs on my iPod, too.”

“Cool,” replied Jimmy. He waved his hand toward Sean and Bradan. “You probably recognize these two bums as well?”

She looked at them. “Of course. Bradan and Sean. I have to have all of your autographs before we leave the plane. Is that okay?”

“Of course. Anything you want,” said Jimmy. I could tell from the look in his eyes he was interested in more than just giving her the autograph. I made a mental note to pull him aside and set him straight. She was toxic and he needed to quarantine himself from a bitch like her.

Josh stepped onto the plane, surrounded by the pungent smell of menthol cigarettes and coffee. I welcomed it, however. It helped hide his human scent. My hunger was definitely off of the charts now. Oddly enough, I found it less difficult to control in regards to Chelsey and Melody. I chalked it up to the fact that they both meant something to me, now. Even Melody, who was naïve and obviously hung up on Liam.

Then there was Chelsey.

The desire I had for her was dangerous, in every sense of the word. But, I also felt driven to protect her. As far as Josh went, he was a stranger. I wouldn’t have as many qualms about using him for blood.

I sighed.

It was going to be a very long flight. My stomach already ached for sustenance and I knew it would only get worse. Good thing Josh would be in the cockpit the entire flight.

“Are we all here?” asked Josh, crumpling up an empty cigarette pack.

“Yes, I believe so,” said Talia, walking over to him. She held out her hand. “Hello. I’m Talia.”

He threw away the empty pack of cigarettes and then shook her hand. Just like Jimmy, he seemed enamored by her.

“I’m Josh, your co-pilot,” he said, staring into her eyes. “Goodness, has anyone ever told you that you look like that actress… what was her name… Natalie Wood?”

“I’ve been told Audrey Hepburn once or twice,” she laughed. “But I’ll take Natalie Wood. Nice to meet you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” he replied, not yet releasing her hand. “If you need anything. Anything at all, dear. Just let me know.”

She pulled her hand back gently. “I will. Thank you,” she said, with a knowing smile. “You’re very kind.”

“Okay, then,” said Steve. I think we’re good to get ready to go. The plane has been refueled, so we’ll lock her up, and then check in with the tower. I’ll let you know when we’re given the approval to lift-off.”

“Sounds great,” said Talia, looking around. “Aiden mentioned that there was a place for me to… take a nap? A back bedroom?”

“Yes,” said Steve. “This plane is the only one I’ve ever seen with actual sleeping accommodations. I’ll show you where it is.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

“Of course,” he answered. “My pleasure. Do you need your bag?”

“Oh, yes. As a matter of fact I do. Brought a little snack with me,” she said and looked at me. “Speaking of which, you look like you could use something to perk you up. I’m willing to share, if you’d like to join me.”

I’d rather starve to death than share whatever kind of meal she had hidden in her carry-on. “No. I’m good. Thank you.”

“Suit yourself. If you change your mind,” she grinned. “You know where you can find me.”

“Right,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said, as Steve took her bag back out of the compartment. They began walking toward the plane’s berth but then she stopped abruptly.  “Happy traveling, everyone.” She looked over her shoulder and with a smirk, said, “And don’t forget to say congratulations to the happy couple.”

“What happy couple?” asked Bradan.

Talia covered her mouth. “Sorry. I forgot that not everyone knew about it yet.”

“What is she talking about?” asked Jimmy, as Talia disappeared with the pilot.

“Chelsey and Slade,” answered Melody. “They’re getting married.”

Bradan, Sean, and Jimmy turned to me in shock.

I grinned. “Surprise.”

“HERE IT IS,” said Steve, opening up a door that led to a nicely sized bedroom.

I walked inside and nodded my approval. Quaint, but undeniably luxurious for an airplane. “This is very nice, I must say.”

“Indeed. Where would you like this?” he asked, holding up my travel bag.

My lip curled up. “I’d like it on the bed.”

He set it down and then turned to me. “Is there anything else you’d like ‘on the bed’?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

He grinned. “I just wanted to make sure we were both still on the same page.”

“Of course, darling. How much time do we have?” I asked, pushing him down.

“Enough,” he whispered as I unzipped his pants.

AFTER I WAS done pleasuring him, he tried slipping his hand under my skirt, but I pushed him away. The thought of a lycan touching me in my most intimate spot was nauseating. It had been hard enough placing my lips on his wretched skin. But it had to be done, whether I liked it or not. “Now, don’t you have a plane to fly?”

He smiled. “Yes… but, it doesn’t seem fair. You need attention, too.”

I hid my disgust. “If you want to make me happy, you’ll just stick with our plan. Part of which is to get us to Dublin as quickly as possible.”

Sighing, he stood up. “Okay.”

“Don’t be like that. You know if they suspect anything going on between us, it could get back to Aiden. We can’t risk that.”

“I know.”

I smiled. “Good. Now, once we’re in the sky, send Josh back here. I brought a snack, but there’s nothing like fresh, warm blood.”

“Okay. If that’s what you want.”

“It’s all going to work out, Steve. And soon, we are going to be rich. Richer than our wildest dreams.”

He grinned. “I’m looking forward to it. And I’m also looking forward to celebrating properly. Just the two of us, beautiful.”

I forced a smile. “Me, too.”

Before I could respond, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his lips. I allowed him to kiss me, but it didn’t stop the bile from rising in the back of my throat.

“Steve,” I warned, pushing him away. “We need to liftoff, don’t we?”

He touched the front of his zipper. “I think I’m going to need to liftoff again. Soon.”

Lycan.

All of them were animals. I was surprised he didn’t start humping my leg. “Later. Get going, before Josh gets suspicious.”

“Sorry. You just have this effect on me,” he answered, walking toward the door. He turned around and winked. “Once I make love to you, I know you’re going to feel the same way about me. The things that I can do with my tongue.”

I pointed to the door. “Well then get going so you can prove how skilled you are, lover.”

He saluted me. “Your wish is my command. You change your mind about a mid-flight quickie, though, let me know.”

“I will,” I said, blowing him a kiss. “Now, go.”

He blew me a kiss back and then finally left me alone.

“Finally,” I muttered, unzipping my carry-on. The things I did for Lucian. He owed me big-time.

I pulled out the small cooler and unzipped it. Inside was the eight ounces of blood type AB. It was rare and expensive, which I could definitely relate to. And thanks to Lucian and his donors, I could enjoy the precious liquid whenever I wanted.

I removed the wineglass from its holder, opened the blood, and poured myself half of the contents. As I was putting the remaining blood back into the cooler, my phone rang.

“Talia. You on board?” asked Lucian in that silky, smooth voice that always make my toes curl.

I smiled. “Of course.”

“Okay. Call me when you get to Dublin.”

“Hold on a second. You owe me big time,” I said, putting the phone against my shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

I took a sip of blood. “Steve.”

He chuckled.

“It’s not funny. I can’t seem to get the taste of him off of my lips. It’s revolting. I don’t think the man showers enough.”

“T.M.I.”

“Bullshit. You need to know how loyal I am to your cause, Lucian.”

“Of course I know, darling,” he said. “And you’ll be rewarded heavily for your part in this.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“Relax, my dear. You of all people should know how troubling it has been for me. Knowing that you’ve had that animal’s paws all over you. When all of this is over, I’m going to enjoy tearing his dick off.”

I sighed. “Ah… you do love me.”

“Of course, I do. Haven’t I told you?”

No. Never.

“Not in so many words. But, knowing that you do makes me miss you that much more, Lucian.”

His voice softened. “We’ll be together soon and I’ll show you in person how much you mean to me.”

“I can’t wait,” I whispered, imaging his lips on my body. His fangs grazing my skin, as he made love to me.

“I have another phone call coming in. Looks like it’s from our boy, Aiden. Probably confirming the meeting tomorrow. Send me a message after you arrive at the castle.”

“Sure. What about Steve? I’m afraid that if I don’t find a way to get rid of him, he’ll try to have sex with me.”

“You have my permission to kill him then.”

“Kill him? That might be a bit premature, don’t you think? What if Aiden finds out? Steve is his friend.”

“Would you rather have sex with Steve or worry about Aiden?”

I sighed. “Neither, actually.”

“Then just brush him off. Tell him you’re menstruating.”

I laughed. “Right.”

“I doubt he knows whether or not you get periods,” he said, a smile in his voice. “It should bide you some time.”

It amused me that Lucian could even say the word, “menstruation” or “period.” Unlike most mortal men, those words didn’t make a vampire flinch. “I’ll figure out something. I just don’t want to kill him in Aiden’s castle. It’s too risky.”

“I know you will figure something out. Aiden’s left a message. I’d better check it out. I will talk to you soon.”

“Wait… one of Aiden’s brothers is also on this plane.”

He was silent for a couple seconds. “Is he going to be a problem?”

“I don’t see why. I doubt he’ll even be at the meeting.”

“Let’s hope not. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay. I love you, Lucian,” I said as he hung up.

Sighing, I tossed my cell phone onto the bed and took another sip of blood. I wondered why I hadn’t mentioned that Slade was on the plane. Lucian knew all about our history together. He was the one who’d actually helped me during that dreadful time in my life. A time that had almost broken me. Without Lucian, my life would have been so different than what it was today. I owed him everything.

I smiled as I sat down on the bed, reveling in the irritation that Slade must have felt when he’d found out that I would accompany them on the flight. Slade’s anger still burned hot, its evidence reflected in his eyes. I remembered a time when a different emotion had burned there. An emotion that had made my heart sing with joy. My own love for him had seemed endless, true, and filled with bright hope for our future. A future together. Of course, that was before he slept with my sister and turned her into a vampire.

My sister… Talia.

“WELL, THAT WAS awkward,” I said to Slade after everyone left us but Melody.

“Sorry to drop that bomb,” he said in a low voice. “I really don’t know why I told her that.”

Melody’s face fell. “Oh, my God. You guys aren’t really getting married?”

I stared at her in disbelief. “Seriously? Do you really think I’d marry someone I only met a couple of days ago?”

She looked at Slade and then back to me. “But, I just thought that under the circumstances…”

“That what? We’d fallen madly in love with each other?” he asked, smiling.

“Maybe. I don’t know,” she said, sounding hurt.

“The circumstances do suck, but I wouldn’t resort to marrying someone just because of it,” I said. “And… come on… why would Slade want to get married when he’s…”

“He’s what?” asked Slade, his face darkening. “A vampire?”

“I was going to say a famous rock-star,” I said.

Liam, who’d disappeared into the kitchen, walked back toward us holding two small ham-and-cheese sandwiches. “So, when is the bachelor party?” he asked, smirking.

Slade grunted.

“So, why in the hell did you tell Talia that you two were getting married?” he whispered.

“I don’t know. It just kind of slipped out,” explained Slade.

“That’s kind of a crazy thing to let slip out, don’t you think?” said Liam.

“I know. I just saw the way she was looking at Chelsey, and… it pissed me off.”

“How was she looking at me?” I asked, frowning.

“It really doesn’t matter. Look, I’m sorry I said it. Can you just play along for the rest of the trip?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, concerned again. Slade’s eyes were bloodshot and he was frighteningly pale.

He laid his head back and closed his eyes. “Thanks.”

“You gonna make it?” asked Liam.

“Don’t worry about me,” said Slade, opening one eye. I just need to rest.”

“We should probably take our seats, considering that we’re leaving soon,” said Melody. “Um, Slade, maybe you should sit with Chelsey, now that you’re supposed to be engaged? I’ll just sit next to Liam.”

I bit back a smile. “You’d really do that for us?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“Of course,” she said, her eyes wide. “Is that okay, Liam?”

“No problem.” He took a bite of one of the sandwiches and began to chew. “As long as you don’t mind watching me eat,” he said with his mouth full.

“We’re all watching you eat,” said Slade dryly. “It isn’t pretty.”

He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Actually, I’m hungry, too,” said Melody, reaching over to the veggie tray. She picked up a carrot and dipped it into the ranch dip. “Are you done with this tray?”

I nodded. “Yeah. You can actually take them both with you if you want. I’ve had enough.”

She shoved the carrot into her mouth and picked both of them up. “Okay. Thanks. Have fun.”

I winked at her. “You, too.”

With her eyes twinkling, she turned around and followed Liam.

I turned back to look at Slade, who had both eyes closed again. “You going to stay here or get buckled into your chair?”

“Actually, it might be better if we sat separately,” he whispered. “Just in case. I’m just too…”

“Hungry?”

He nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry. I understand. If there’s anything I can get you, just ask.”

He didn’t reply.

Sighing, I went and sat down in the place I’d sat earlier with Melody. After buckling up, I looked out the window, hoping I’d do better on the flight to Dublin.

THIRTY MINUTES AFTER Steve left the bedroom, we were in the sky. Knowing that Josh would be soon paying me a visit, I washed out the glass and put everything away, eager for fresh blood. There wasn’t anything finer. Not even chilled AB.

As I waited, my thoughts turned back to Slade. He was still as handsome as ever, although it was obvious from his gauntness that he needed to feed. For him, the flight to Dublin would be long and uncomfortable. I wondered if he used the little redhead for his meals or if she was just for his bed.

Fiancée.

Please…

Now that was a joke. I’d seen the shock in her eyes when he’d proclaimed their engagement. Obviously he was as deceitful as ever, which made me realize that cutting him out of my life had been the right choice.

Closing my eyes, I thought back to when I’d learned of his affair with Talia. How she’d spilled everything to me one afternoon, before I’d finished locking up the schoolhouse.

“Talia. What a surprise. I thought you’d left town?”

She’d shown up in town, out of the blue, three weeks earlier. It had been a few years since we’d spoken. I hadn’t even told Slade about her and had planned to keep it that way. I knew he had money and she was dangerous around it. She’d already told me that she’d lost two husbands, two rich husbands, both to weak hearts. It convinced me that introducing my sister to Slade was a very bad idea. Little did I know they’d already met.

“I didn’t leave,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.

“What is it?” I asked, feeling a sudden sense of doom. Somehow I knew that whatever she was about to tell me was going to be very bad.

“I don’t know how to say this,” she started, dabbing her tears with a handkerchief.

“Say what? Is it about one of the children?”

She shook her head. “No. Thank goodness.”

I heaved a sigh of relief. “Good.”

“It’s… Slade.”

My heart stopped. “What do you know of him?”

“More than you, apparently.”

It was then that she’d admitted to running into him a couple of weeks before. How he’d mistaken her for me.

“I knew that something was off about him, the moment he kissed me.”

“He kissed you?”

“He thought it was you, obviously.”

Even I could understand that. “Okay. Well, what do you mean, something was off?”

Her eyes narrowed. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“That he’s a vampire.”

I laughed. “A vampire?”

She nodded vehemently. “Vanessa, he is a vampire. He drinks blood and has this amazing strength…”

My eyes widened. “Are you mad? A vampire?”

“I have proof.”

I laughed angrily. “What kind of proof?”

She pulled the knit orange scarf away from her neck. “Look at this.”

I took a step closer. “What is that?” I asked, staring at the two tiny, inflamed holes on her neck. To me, they looked like spider bites.

“That’s where he bit me.”

I stared at her in horror. “He bit you?”

She nodded and wrapped the scarf back around her neck. “Yes. While we made love.”

I gasped. I felt like I was going to faint. “What are you saying?” I cried. “Are you saying that you slept with Slade?”

“Yes, but I did it for you.”

I clenched my fists. “Explain yourself, Talia,” I snapped, like she was one of my older students. That’s when she told me everything. How she’d originally tricked Slade into believing that she was me. To save me from him and to prove a point, she’d said. To prove that he was a vampire as well as indifferent to which sister he slept with. That he knew about her, now, and wanted us both. But, I knew that it was much more than that. At least for her.

“Not only is he a vampire, but he has no morals. When I told him we were sisters, he was delighted. He’s a scoundrel, Vanessa!”

My tears were blinding. “How could you sleep with him, Talia?! You’re my sister!”

She grabbed my shoulders and her eyes burned into mine. “Aren’t you listening to me? He’s a vampire! He’s deceived you by keeping that very important point to himself. He can’t be trusted.”

“You will never change,” I whispered hoarsely.

She stepped away from me. “How can you say that? I took risks to learn the truth! To save you from that bastard! He could have killed me, but… because I love you, I risked my life to find out what in the hell he really is. And now you know, too.”

I glared at her. “The real truth is that I can’t trust either of you.”

Her eyes widened. “Vanessa!”

I turned and ran out of the schoolhouse, the pain ripping a hole in my heart. She claimed that she’d done it out of love for me, but I knew she was lying and it only made me angrier. Like everything else in life, when she saw something she wanted, she took it, regardless of the consequences. It was why we’d drifted apart in the orphanage. She’d been a thief, even back then. I’d been blamed too many times for her actions. The things she’d stolen – books, clothing, and eventually, money. Although nobody could prove it, she’d taken so many things. And now she’d done it again. Only this time, she’d come up with some cockamamie story about Slade being a vampire. It was ludicrous!

That night, I’d walked around for hours, thinking about her deception and lies. When I finally found the courage to confront Slade, who lived on the other side of town, my heart was heavy. As I stepped onto the porch of his home, which I’d only been to a handful of times, I heard the sound of laughter coming from the backyard.

Talia!

Furious, I stormed around the house to confront her, but froze when I saw the silhouette of Slade holding her in his arms.

“Why did you make me do this?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“So that we can be together, Slade. Forever.”

“We could have still been together without it.”

“No. We need to share everything. Including this.”

He put his forehead against hers. “This is a curse. This thing that you call a gift. It was forced upon me.”

“Don’t you dare feel guilty. I wanted this,” she said. “Just like I wanted you to make love to me. Face it – you really had no choice in the matter. I can be very persuasive when I want to be.”

“You can say that again. I’ve fallen under your spell.”

Smiling, she opened up her mouth and under the moonlight, I caught sight of her fangs. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him toward her. I watched in horror as she sank her teeth into his neck and blood began to spill.

Vampires!

I backed away, unable to breathe. The horror of seeing them together and knowing that my sister was telling the truth cut me to the core.

Fortunately, I was able to slip away. I quickly headed home and began to pack my things. I needed to escape. Get away from them. As far away as I could. As I latched up my suitcase and turned to leave, Talia appeared.

Her eyes flew to my suitcase. “Vanessa, what are you doing?”

“I’m leaving,” I cried. “I saw you. Both of you. I know what you are!”

She sighed. “I know that you saw us.”

“Where is he?” I asked, frightened.

“I left him,” she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with her finger. She looked at the spot of blood on it and licked it . “You have no idea how heavenly it makes you feel, Vanessa.”

“You’re a monster,” I spat.

“You always were overly dramatic,” she answered, crossing her arms under her chest.

I picked up my suitcase. “I’m leaving. I can’t stay here anymore. Not when I know about the two of you.”

“You’re not leaving. Put the suitcase down.”

“You can’t stop me,” I snapped.

“Put it down. We need to talk.”

“It’s too late for that.”

She took a step toward me, smiling. “We’re sisters. It’s never too late for us.”

“No. Not anymore. We are definitely not sisters. For God’s sake … you’re a… a… vampire.”

“Vanessa…”

“Don’t you dare come near me!”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

What happened next was a bit hazy. I tripped backwards and hit my head against the nightstand. Everything went black. When I woke up, I found Talia leaning over me, her lips red with blood.

My blood.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, touching my cheek. “You’re going to be fine now.”

“What… what are you talking about?” I murmured, trying to get up. As I moved, I noticed two things throbbing – the top of my head and my neck. I looked at her. “What did you do?”

“I saved you from yourself.”

“What are you talking about?” I mumbled, standing up. The room seemed to be spinning.

“You hit your head pretty hard. There was a lot of blood, Vanessa. I had to make it stop.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, touching the top of my head. When I looked at my fingers, there was indeed blood.

She grabbed my hand. “It’s okay, Vanessa. I’ve taken care of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re going to live forever. With me. Sisters forever. Isn’t it divine?”

“I don’t want to live forever!” I gasped, trying to pull my hand away. But, she held it in a vice-like grip. “Let go of me.”

“You need to relax,” she said, bringing my hand to her mouth. Before I could react, she sank her fangs into my wrist and began to drink from it.

“No!” I screamed, trying to get away. She held firm and drank for several seconds while I tried to struggle. But it was useless. She was as strong as an ox. Feeling helpless, I sunk to my knees, crying until Talia finally released me.

“Soon you’re going to be thanking me,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “For this extraordinary gift. I’ve never felt better in my life, Vanessa. You have no idea. But… you will. It will make you stronger. Faster. Hell, I’ve heard we can even fly.”

I stood up, my legs shaking. “You’re insane!” I screamed, not believing her.

“You do realize that we’re twins. If I’m insane,” she smirked. “Then… so are you.”

My stomach began to cramp up violently. I doubled over in pain. “What have you done to me?” I asked, horrified.

She took a step toward me. “I know. It hurts, but it will stop. I just have to bite you a third time. Three’s the charm.”

“Bite me a third time? You stay the hell away from me!” I hollered as pain continued to rage through my abdomen.

“I’m sorry. There’s no turning back now,” she answered solemnly. “I have to finish this. I promise you’ll feel better very soon, though. It just takes time.”

“Talia,” I begged as she grabbed my other arm. “Please, just leave me be.”

Ignoring me, she sank her teeth into my wrist.

A knock on the door brought me back to reality.

Josh.

“Come in,” I said, already smiling.

He opened the door and stuck his head in. “Uh, Steve said you wanted to see me?”

I got off of the bed and stood up. “Yes. Could you come in and close the door?”

He looked confused, but eager to please. “Sure.”

When he was done, I asked him. “Could you take off your shirt?”

He grinned. “What? Are you serious?”

“Oh, yes… I’m very serious.”

He looked around the cabin. “There isn’t a hidden camera in here, is there?”

I laughed. “God, I hope not.”

Josh smiled. “What is this about? I mean, really?”

I walked up to him and stared into his eyes, calming him. “I desire you, Josh. It’s a simple as that.”

“You desire me,” he repeated.

“I certainly do,” I answered as I began unbuttoning his uniform. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No,” he answered, under my spell.

“That’s good, because believe me, it’s much easier to give in. To accept the things you have no control over. You understand?”

He didn’t reply, but I didn’t really expect him to. He was now under my power and I could do anything to him. Just like Talia had thought she could do to me. She’d been a schemer. A manipulator. A woman without a conscience. Unfortunately, her selfishness ended up costing her more than what she’d bargained for. As I fed on Josh, I thought about my first meeting with Lucian. How he’d saved me.

“Talia?” I whispered, sitting up. I was lying on the floor and covered in my own blood.

“She’s gone,” said a masculine voice.

I whipped my head around and stared at the stranger standing in the shadows of my bedroom. He was tall, with pale skin and light blond hair. When he smiled, it was kind and filled with concern.

“Who are you?” I asked sharply, standing up. “Where’s my sister?”

He raised his hands and took a step toward me. “My name is Lucian. I mean you no harm. I heard your screams and came to help.”

I relaxed slightly. “Oh.”

“Are you okay? There’s a lot of blood on you.”

I looked at my wrists, both had quite a bit of dried blood, actually. But the marks from Talia’s fangs were gone. “Was I dreaming?” I said out loud.

“I don’t think so,” he replied. “In fact, there’s something you should probably see.”

My eyes widened. “What? Is it Talia?”

“I imagine so,” he said, walking to the foot of the bed. He pointed to the floor.

I moved toward him and looked down. I gasped at the dead ghoul staring up at me. “Oh, my God! What is that?”

“I believe it’s the husk of your attacker.”

I looked more closely. Long, dark hair was splayed out around the dead woman’s skeletal face. “It’s my sister,” I answered in a hollow voice, recognizing the dress. Everything else about her looked like something from a nightmare.

“You must have drunk too much of her blood.”

I stared at him in horror. “What? I don’t understand. I don’t drink blood?”

“I think you do. You just don’t remember. She must have made you into a vampire.”

“I’m not a vampire!” I snapped.

“Oh, but you are.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the mirror. “Look at yourself. What do you see?”

I stared at my reflection. My long, black hair was disheveled and my dress was covered in blood, but my features. They were slightly different. In fact, they were better.

He gently touched my cheekbone. “Look how flawless your skin is. And your lips… do you see any difference?”

My skin did indeed look much clearer and my lips seemed fuller.

He touched the muscle in my arm. “Your entire body has changed in one way or another. Every muscle you have is firmer, your legs are leaner, and your breasts…”

I sucked in my breath, half expecting him to touch me there. “What are you talking about?” I said, folding my arms across them.

His eyes glittered in the darkness. “Your breasts have also changed because you are immortal. A vampire. They are now firm, tight, and perfect in every way.”

My cheeks turned pink. “I’m not a vampire,” I insisted.

“I’ll prove it,” he said, raising his finger. He scratched his neck, drawing blood.

My mouth went dry as I stared at the red droplets sliding down his neck.

His eyes began to glow. “You want it, don’t you?”

I began to cry.

I did want it.

I wanted to taste the blood.

Needed to taste the blood.

The desire was so strong that my stomach grew warm.

“It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t cry.”

I closed my eyes and continued to sob. I wasn’t sure what had happened to me, but I had indeed changed. And it was because of Talia, who was now just a mass of bone and dust at the foot of my bed.

He pulled me into his arms and let me cry, rubbing my back, soothing me with soft words. When I was finally calm, he released me.

“Your neck. It’s healed,” I said, staring at it.

He grinned and I noticed his fangs. “We heal very quickly.”

I opened my mouth and touched my teeth. Feeling the points on my own fangs, I looked at them in the mirror.

“They’re beautiful,” he said, smiling at me in the mirror. “Almost as beautiful as you.”

“You’re very kind,” I said, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

“Someone needs to be kind to you,” he answered, turning toward my sister’s body. “She certainly wasn’t and probably got what she deserved.”

“I still don’t understand what happened to her.”

He let out a ragged sigh. “She turned you into a vampire, but in doing so, she took far too much of your blood. She basically left you dangerously anemic.”

“I still don’t understand why she’s like that, though,” I whispered, staring down at Talia. “She’s barely a pile of dust.”

“She took too much of your blood, which left you deliriously hungry. What she should have done was feed you some of her blood during the process, but obviously she didn’t. Because of that, you became so depleted, that you began to die.”

“But I’m not dead.”

“No, you’re not. That’s because your natural instincts kicked in. You went into survival mode. You woke up from a comatose state and fed off of your sister. Unfortunately, you took too much.”

I stared at him in horror. “Are you saying that I killed her?”

He nodded. “But, it was an accident.”

“Oh, my God.” I began sobbing again as I knelt down next to her. “I killed my sister. Talia… I’m so sorry.”

He knelt down next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. “It’s going to be okay. Hush now…”

“It’s not,” I moaned. “Nothing is ever going to be okay.”

He pulled me to my feet. “Yes, it is, and there is little time. We have to dispose of her body. Otherwise, you’re going to be charged with murder.”

“Let me mourn for my sister,” I protested, suddenly angry at this stranger.

“You’re going to have centuries to mourn for her. But, right now, we need to keep you safe.”

“Why do you care about what happens to me?” I asked, staring up into his pale blue eyes. “We’re strangers.”

“I care about you because we are of a kindred spirit.” He smiled and I could see a hint of sadness there. “I can tell.”

“You mean because we’re both vampires?”

“That and we’ve both been hurt. Deceived. Our hearts ripped apart.”

“You know about Slade and Talia?”

He nodded. “I saw them together. More than once.”

“You were spying on them, too? Why?”

“I was actually spying on Talia,” he answered. “She killed my father.”

I sucked in my breath. “What do you mean?” I asked, although I already knew in my heart. His father was obviously one of her husbands. One of them who’d died.

“I can’t prove it, but I believe that she poisoned him.”

I put my hand on my chest. “Were you going to kill her?”

He sighed. “To be honest, I don’t know. I’m not generally a killer, but I certainly wanted to destroy her after I learned of his death. It wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t have died.”

“Why do you think she poisoned your father?”

“The maid told me. She believes that Talia somehow poisoned his tea. Little by little and for several weeks. Until it finally caught up with him.”

I put my hand to my mouth. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry for your loss. And your poor father. If he died that way… it must have been so painful.”

Lucian looked down and nodded. “So, you see, I have also seen what Slade and Talia have done to you. Their lies and deception. A woman like you deserves so much more.”

I looked down at my hands. “I’d like to think so.”

He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes. “Vanessa, now that your sister is gone, there is going to be an investigation. You could go to jail, or worse, you could be burned at the stake. Like a witch.”

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I haven’t done anything. Not on purpose.”

“Not on purpose. Exactly. But, you’ll be put away for her death. And Slade, well, he’ll want to take you away from everything. Save you.”

“I don’t want anything to do with him,” I said firmly.

“You’re right. You don’t.”

“What can I do?”

“Leave it to me. I’m going to help you.”

I stared at him in surprise. “You are?”

He nodded and pulled me into his arms. “Yes, I’m going to do what nobody did for me,” he said, smoothing down my hair. “Give you a second chance at life.”

I closed my eyes and sighed, trusting this stranger, for some reason. Both of us had been hurt by Talia and there was no way I’d let Slade near me again. My gut told me to trust Lucian, even though I barely knew him.

Afterwards, Lucian disposed of Talia’s corpse by dropping it into the sea. When he returned, he sat me down and helped me come up with a plan.

“I don’t understand,” I said, when he told me what I needed to do. “Why should I take my sister’s identity?”

“Because she’s rich and it makes more sense, Vanessa. If you keep living your life the way that it is, you’re never going to get rid of Slade. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“It also seems to make more sense that a woman might kill herself after learning about her sister’s affair with the man she loved. You, as Talia, can put the blame on Slade.”

“But… I love my job teaching,” I said, imagining the faces of some of my students. They mean so much to me. All of them. Not only would I be abandoning them, but they would believe that I’d committed suicide. I didn’t want them to believe I was that weak. It just tore my heart up to think of the pain I’d cause some of them.

He stared at me in disbelief. “You can’t possibly believe that you could teach again? Especially little children. You can’t live a normal life with mortals, Vanessa.”

“But… I love those kids.”

“Then let them go. So you can’t hurt them,” he said. “Think about it.”

Tears sprang to my eyes. I knew what he meant. Look at what I’d done to my sister. To kill a child would destroy me. “You’re right,” I choked, crying again. “I’m too dangerous.”

“But you have a good heart. Look, it’s Slade’s and Talia’s fault,” he said. “Remember that. It will give you the courage to do what you have to do.”

And what I did was step into Talia’s shoes and made sure Slade stayed out of my life for good.

LIFTOFF WAS MUCH easier to handle than the last time. However, once we were in the sky, my nerves began to go haywire again.

“Hey,” whispered Slade, moving next to me. “Relax.”

“I’m fine,” I lied.

He nodded toward my foot, which was crossed over my other leg and wagging very quickly.

I smiled and straightened out my legs. “Must be the caffeine,” I said, picking up the can of soda Melody had found for me. Leave it to her to give me something for my migraines when I needed something to stop me from puking.

“You don’t look it.”

“I’ll be all right,” I said as Josh walked by.

“How’s everything?” he asked without stopping.

“Great,” we said in unison.

Slade chuckled. “I think both of us have seen better days.”

The plane was hit with a small gust of wind, causing more turbulence, and I squealed.

Slade grabbed my hand. “It’s okay.”

“Sorry,” I said as the plane hit another gust of wind. I squeezed his hand. “Crap, I hate flying.”

“Look at me,” he said, staring into my eyes again. “It’s okay. You just need to relax. I’m not going to let anything hurt you.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“If the plane hits any more turbulence, you’re going to ignore it. You’re going to be completely relaxed.”

“I will be completely relaxed,” I repeated, feeling calmer already. Deep down, I knew what he was doing, but I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to make it through the next few hours without freaking out or hyperventilating.

He patted my hand. “You’re going to do just fine.”

“Thanks, Slade,” I said, studying his face. Here he looked like he was ready to faint himself and he was worried about me.

His eyes moved to my neck and his mouth opened up. He let out a ragged breath. “You’re welcome. I need to leave you again,” he said, standing up.

“Okay.”

He staggered back to his seat and fell into it. When it looked like he was sleeping, I searched the plane until I found a blanket in one of the storage compartments, and covered him up. Then I went back to my own seat and stared out the window, admiring the beauty of the pale blue sky.

“I DON’T CARE, he needs to feed or he’s going to die,” whispered Talia.

“He’s going to be pissed,” said Bradan.

She let out an exasperated groan. “Just give it to him. He doesn’t even need to know it was from me, okay?”

I opened my eyes, barely able to focus on the two faces next to me. “What’s going on?” I asked hoarsely.

“Talia is worried about you.”

I grunted. “Right.”

“Okay, Chelsey is the one who’s concerned and she’s demanding that we do something to help you,” said Bradan.

I blinked. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, you are not fine. In fact, you have been passed out for the last four hours and nobody could revive you,” snapped Talia. “Not even your little Chelsey.”

“I’m fine,” I repeated, although I could sense what my body needed only inches from my face. Its seductive scent drawing me like bees to nectar.

Blood.

“Drink this, Slade,” she ordered, holding a cup of it to my lips. “Don’t be so damn stubborn.”

My immortal hunger won out and I opened my lips. As she tipped the glass back, our eyes met and she looked away. I closed my eyes and allowed Talia to give me the entire glass, which was enough to quell the painful cramps that had been ravaging my intestines for the last few hours.

Finally, relief.

“That should do it,” she said, standing up. She smirked. “Don’t ever say I didn’t do anything nice for you, Slade.”

I let out a ragged sigh. “Thanks, Talia.”

“I should record you saying that.”

“I doubt I’ll have the chance to say it again,” I said.

Bradan stood up. “I’ll let Chelsey know you’re doing okay. That girl was really freaking out about you.”

“She’s his fiancée. Why wouldn’t she?” asked Talia.

Bradan’s eyes widened. He looked at me.

“Go and tell her I’m fine,” I said to him.

He nodded and left me alone with Talia.

“So, will this be your first wedding?” she asked, smoothing down her skirt.

“Yes.”

“Well, hopefully you won’t mess it up.”

I grunted. “Don’t even think about giving me advice. I doubt you’ve ever loved anyone in your life, Talia.”

Her smile was bitter. “You have no idea.”

“Hey,” said Chelsey, coming up behind me. “You’re awake.”

I turned to her and smiled.

She pointed to her lip and grimaced. “Uh, you’ve got a little something on your mouth.”

“It’s just blood,” said Talia, walking away from us. “Get used to it. Among… other things.”

I rolled my eyes. She may have just saved me a few more hours of pain, but she was still a bitch.

“Wow, I can’t believe how much better you look,” said Chelsey, staring at me.

I ran a hand through my hair. “I know. I shouldn’t have ever tried doing this trip without feeding. It was irresponsible of me.”

“I won’t hold it against you,” she said.

I thought about holding her against me and felt my own blood begin to rush to sights unseen. I sat down at the table, hiding any evidence. “So, would you like to play some cards? To pass some of the time? Bradan gave me a new deck earlier.”

She smiled and sat down across from me. “Sure. What would you like to play?”

Strip-poker? Biting my tongue, I pulled the cards out of my back pocket, and removed the cellophane. “I don’t care. You pick.”

“Poker?”

I grinned. “Sure. What would you like to play for?” Clothing?

Her eyes sparkled. “How about… confessions? Have you ever played that?”

My eyes widened. “Confessions? I guess not.”

“It’s fun and very easy. Since we’re going to be spending time together, I think we should learn a little more about each other. Don’t you?”

“Sure,” I answered and then smiled wickedly. “But, are you sure you want me to confess all of my deepest secrets to you? I’m pretty sure some of them will make you blush.”

“I don’t care.”

I laughed. “We haven’t even started playing and you’re already red in the face.”

She looked down, smiling. “Whatever, just deal the cards.”

I dealt out the cards and won the first round.

“Okay, so then I take it I get to ask you something? Or do you just have to make a random confession?”

“Why don’t you just ask me a question?” she answered.

“Ask you anything?”

She hesitated. “Um, sure.”

“Okay… Do I frighten you?”

Chelsey actually looked relieved. “No. I have to admit that you did. At first. But after everything we’ve been through in the last few days, no. Not at all.”

I grinned. “Good.”

She took the cards from me and dealt. I won again.

“Crap,” she said, folding.

“Okay, another question… Hmm… what is your favorite food?”

She smiled. “You don’t really care what my favorite food is, do you?”

I grinned back at her. “Maybe I do.”

“Fine. It’s pizza, and I’ll take it any way I can get it. Except I hate anchovies.”

“I see.”

“Have you ever had pizza before?”

“No.”

Her smile was sympathetic. “Really? Never? When did you become a vampire?”

“You’re going to have to win in order to find out.”

“Fine. Deal them.”

When I won the third time, she gave me a pouty look. “Not fair,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, laughing.

“You keep winning.”

“Now, don’t be a sore loser.”

“I’m not,” she insisted.

Here,” I said, handing her the cards again. “Deal them out.”

This time Chelsey won, with a full-house. She cleared her throat and smiled triumphantly. “Okay… so, when did you become a vampire?”

“Eighteen-fifty-six.”

Her eyes widened. “Seriously? You’ve been around since the eighteen-hundreds?”

“Yes. I told you that I was older than dirt.”

Her eyes searched my face as if looking for something that showed my true age. “That’s incredible. How did you become a vampire anyway?”

“Win another hand and maybe I will tell you,” I said softly. It wasn’t my favorite subject, but, for some reason, I felt like I needed to tell her.

She groaned. “Oh, come on.”

I smiled again. “Hey, these were your rules. You can’t change them now.”

“Fine,” she said, handing me the rest of her cards. “Deal.”

“I won again,” she squealed two minutes later. “Okay, so how did you become a vampire?”

“Someone bit me in the neck.”

She gave me a dirty look. “I’m going to bite you in the neck if you don’t fess up. How did it really happen?”

I smirked. “What is this – Interview With The Vampire?”

“Are you seriously going to keep avoiding this question?” she asked.

I sighed. “It happened one night when I was on my way home from work,” I said, lowering my voice.

“Where did you work?”

“I worked for the railroad. A company in Bazias. I was one of their accountants.”

Her eyes widened. “You, an accountant?”

I smirked. “Yeah. I was a damn good one, too.”

“Wow. Sorry, I’m just surprised. You went from an accountant to a singer. It’s kind of cool, actually. Anyway, go on,” she said, looking intrigued.

I thought about that night. How it had changed the outcome of my life. “I didn’t live far from the office and usually walked home from work most evenings. One night, I stayed late...” I paused, thinking back. It was so long ago, but I could still see it clearly in my head.

She stared at me expectantly. “Okay, go on. You stayed late. What happened?”

I chuckled. “Would you like me to get you some popcorn?”

She groaned. “Slade. You’re the one who’s creating the suspense.”

“Okay.” I sighed wearily. I had done my best to put most of it behind me, and now I was about to rehash one of the worst times in my life. “On the night I became a vampire, I rescued a young woman from what I thought was an assault. Little did I know that she’d lured the man into a dark alley and was about to make him her next meal.”

Her eyes widened. “So, she was a vampire. Not a victim.”

“Yes.”

“Wow. What happened next?”

“He got away.”

“I figured. Was she angry?”

“No. In fact, Iona was flattered, I guess. Anyway, after he ran off, I offered to walk her home, and when we got to her house, she invited me in.”

“To… thank you?”

I nodded. “Yes, but she wanted to do more than just thank me.”

“Let me guess – she wanted your blood instead, since the other guy got away?”

“Actually, she wanted to have sex.”

Chelsey’s eyes widened. “Did you?”

I took a deep breath. “Yes… but not by choice.”

She smirked. “Right.”

“Just because someone offers me sex, doesn’t mean I’m up for it,” I said a little too sharply. “I told you that before.”

She suddenly looked embarrassed. “Yes. You did. That was unfair. I’m sorry.”

I relaxed. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for snapping at you. That was unfair of me.”

She brushed it off. “It’s okay. I get it. I’d be mad, too, if everyone was always making assumptions about me.”

I shrugged.

“So, you went to her house and she charmed you into going inside? To have sex.”

“Pretty much.”

“Were you even attracted to her?”

I could barely remember what Iona looked like. It had been so long. “Whether or not was irrelevant. The fact was that I needed to get home to my brothers and sisters. They were expecting me home. Unfortunately, I never made it.”

Chelsey stared at me in horror. “You had brothers and sisters waiting at home for you? How old were they?”

“I was the oldest. It was me, Constantin, who was seventeen, and then there were Mirella and Anca, who were only ten and seven at the time.”

“And… you were going home to them the night that she… she basically kidnapped you?”

I stared blindly ahead, thinking back to my younger sisters. They’d both been so young. So innocent. So beautiful. Mirella, with her long, dark hair and doe-eyes, and Anca, who’d looked a lot like me. My sisters and Constantin had meant everything to me, and I, to them. Until I’d tried to play hero one night and messed up my life. “Yes. I was all they had. I provided for the four of us.”

“What about your parents?”

“My mother had died during childbirth, delivering my youngest sister, Anca, and my father drank himself to death when I was nineteen. So, it was up to me and Constantin to look after the girls.”

“That’s horrible,” she said, touching my hand. “I’m so sorry.”

I shrugged it off. “It was many years ago.”

“But it was your entire life that was affected. It must have been so difficult for you at the time.”

“It certainly wasn’t easy.”

“So, Iona talked you into entering her home?”

I smiled grimly. “Charmed me. After that, I couldn’t remember much of anything, only that I woke up naked and in bed, with teeth marks on my skin.”

She covered her mouth. “Oh, my God. She bit you all over?”

“It usually takes three bites to turn someone into a vampire. I don’t know if she was actually trying to turn me into one, or just got carried away. All I know is that when I regained consciousness, I was a vampire.”

“Wow, what an evil bitch.”

I smiled. “That’s an understatement.”

“Was she there when you woke up?”

“No. She left and I soon found out that it wasn’t even her house. It was one of her other victims’ places. He’d been dead for a couple of weeks and she’d apparently needed a place to stay.”

“Did you ever see her afterwards?”

“No,” I said, still frustrated by that. I’d searched high and low for her for several years, in fact. But had never found her again.

“You must hate her terribly.”

“Not as much as I did back then. She destroyed my family, though. The only life I knew or wanted.”

“What happened with them?”

“Well, when I went back home the next morning, Constantin and I got into a heated argument. He was angry and didn’t understand why I’d disappeared. Hell, I didn’t even really know. I was still in a fugue. All I knew was that I was different and could do things that I’d never done before.”

“Were your sisters angry?”

I smiled sadly. Just thinking about them still made my heart swell. “No. They were confused by my absence, but forgave me within seconds. That’s just the way they were. Sweethearts.”

Chelsey smiled and then frowned. “Why do I get this feeling that something bad happened between all of you?”

“Because it did,” I replied. “A few days later, Constantin found out that I was a vampire.”

“What did he do when he found out?”

“Actually,” I rubbed my forehead, “it wasn’t what he did. It was what the people in town did.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t understand.”

“I tried to go back to my old life, but my appetites had obviously… changed. And I was different physically. Nothing terribly noticeable, but nonetheless, someone at the railroad found out that I was a vampire. I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t very good at hiding things back then. Anyway, a lynch mob was formed and they went after me.”

She sucked in her breath. “No.... What happened?”

“Fortunately, I was able to escape with Constantin and the girls. I relocated them to another city, far away from Bazias. After they were settled in, and Constantin had a job, I left them.”

“You did? Why?”

“Early on, I couldn’t always control the cravings. The hunger for blood. Quite honestly, I was terrified that I might hurt one of them. I was also frightened of the possibility of another attack by more vampire hunters. There was more to fear with me in their lives than without me there.”

“That’s horrible, Slade,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “You had to abandon your family? The people you spent your life taking care of? It must have hurt you terribly to have to give them up.”

“It was the hardest thing I’d ever done,” I admitted. Even harder than losing Vanessa.

She shook her head and wiped a tear from under her lashes. “I… I just can’t imagine how you must have felt. Leaving all of them.”

“It was very painful,” I replied, thinking back to the last time I’d tucked young Anca into bed. The way she’d stared at me. The love and trust reflected in her eyes. She had no idea that I was about to leave them. No idea that she’d never see me again. I was about to break her heart and I hated myself for it.

“Slade, what’s wrong? You look sad. Are you crying?”

I brushed the hair away from Anca’s green eyes. “Maybe.”

“You are… Why?”

“Don’t worry. These are tears of joy,” I answered, smiling down at her. “Have I told you how precious you are to me?”

She grinned, two of her top teeth missing. “Yes. You said it a lot today. Maybe even ten times.”

I laughed. “Well, that’s not nearly enough. You are so precious to me, Anca. So very precious. I love you so much. You have no idea how proud Constantin and I am of you and your sister.”

“I love you, too. Now, can you tell me that story you made up last week? Pretty please? The one about the mermaid?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, thank you, Slade.  Can we pretend that I’m the mermaid again?”

“Of course, but before I do, I want you to remember something, Anca.”

She absently rubbed the edge of her blanket with her first two fingers. “What?”

I stared into her eyes. “That if I leave this place, you’ll still know that I love you. With all of my heart and soul.”

“You’ll love me with all of your heart and soul.”

I smiled. “Yes. You and Constantin and Mirella.”

She tilted her head to the side and looked at me with intelligence beyond her years. “I already know that, Slade. Don’t be sad.”

Sighing, I told her the story she wanted. As her eyes fluttered to sleep, I pressed my lips against her forehead, inhaling her youth and innocence. She smelled like honey and the wildflowers that had been growing along the side of the house. I would never smell anything again as sweet.

“Slade?”

I cleared my throat. “Sorry. I zoned out there for a minute. Another game?”

“We don’t have to,” she answered softly.

“Hey, what are you two playing?” asked Liam, walking toward us with Melody.

“Poker,” I said, shuffling the cards.

He grinned. “Sweet. Can I play?”

I nodded. “Sure. Have a seat. You want to play, Melody?”

“Yeah. What are we playing for?” she asked, sitting next to Chelsey.

“Well, we were playing for confessions,” said Chelsey.

“I’d rather play for clothes. It would be less embarrassing,” joked Liam.

“For you, maybe,” said Chelsey. “I’m sorry, but I’m not playing strip poker.”

“Oh, don’t be a wimp,” said Melody. “It would be fun.”

“I agree with Chelsey,” I said. “It wouldn’t be appropriate. If you and Liam want to have your own poker game, take it to another section of the plane.”

Melody looked at Liam. “I’d be open for it.”

“Not that I don’t want to see you naked, because believe me, I do, he’s right. It just wouldn’t be appropriate,” answered Liam, shocking the hell out of me. Normally, he would have jumped all over an offering like that. “Let’s just play for peanuts. I found a stash of them in the kitchen earlier.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said. I’d already confessed more in one day than I had in the last century.

BY THE TIME we landed in Dublin, I felt entirely comfortable around Slade. I’d learned so much about him, and if anything, I had a deep respect for the way he’d tried to live his life as a vampire. It was clear that the situation had been forced upon him, and because of it, he’d lost so much in his life. It really touched my heart.

“Can you believe we’re finally here?” said Melody, as we prepared to get off the plane. It was dark outside and neither of us had any idea of what time it was. “It seems like we’ve been flying for days.”

I handed her one of the plastic bags from the sporting-goods store. “Yeah. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, though.”

She laughed. “Right. I thought you were going to have a conniption on the way to New York. What changed?”

“Slade calmed me down.”

Her eyes widened. “He charmed you?”

“Yeah. I’m glad he did, though. It made the trip slightly more enjoyable,” I said, smiling.

“You’ve really warmed up to him, haven’t you?”

I shrugged. “He’s a nice guy.”

“Oh, he’s a guy now? Not just a ‘freaken vampire’?”

I lowered my voice. “So, I was wrong about him. He’s not at all what I’d expected. Besides, you were scared of him for a while there, too.”

“Yeah, until after he saved us from Sheriff Caleb,” she replied.

“You girls ready?” asked Slade, coming up behind us.

“Yes. Where’s Liam?” asked Melody, looking around.

Slade pointed. “He’s talking to the pilots.”

Bradan, Jimmy, and Sean joined us near the exit.

“So, what’s the plan?” asked Bradan. “You leaving for Romania right away, or hanging out at the castle?”

“Oh, my God, that’s right. We’re going to a real castle!” squealed Melody. “Liam said he lives there with Aiden and a couple of his cousins. I can’t wait to see it.”

“I’m not sure what’s going on yet,” he answered. “I’d like to make sure that the girls get to the castle, though.”

“Are we staying there permanently?” I asked, remembering that he’d mentioned his condo in Constanta.

“If you want to. It will be your choice,” said Slade.

“Liam said there was plenty of room for us in his family’s castle,” said Melody. She grinned. “No offense, Slade, but my first choice will always be a castle.”

Or anywhere near Liam, I thought.

“I have to admit, it’s breathtaking,” answered Slade. He looked at me. “And I’d understand why you’d want to stay there. If you change your mind, however, you can always move to my place.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “We really appreciate everything you’ve done for us. All of you.”

“No problem,” said Slade. “As far as I’m concerned, I owe you. If Faye wasn’t trying to screw with me, you would be in this mess.”

“No,” said Melody. “This is my fault. For sneaking into the club. If I wouldn’t have done that, then Chelsey wouldn’t have tried looking for me.”

“It’s Faye’s fault and nobody else’s,” I said firmly. “We have to stop blaming ourselves and each other. What’s done is done and there’s nothing that we can do now. I’m just grateful that you guys are taking us in.”

“Hey, guys, looks like you’re all ready to go. You must be dying to get off of this plane,” said Steve, walking toward us with Liam and Josh, who looked like he needed some coffee.

“You could say that,” said Bradan, looking at his watch.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Eight-thirty p.m.,” said Bradan.

“Liam, your brother sent us a limo. You’re going to have to share a ride with Talia,” said Steve.

“That’s fine,” he answered. “Melody, Chelsey, and Slade will probably be joining us, too.”

“Actually, I’ll meet up with you there later,” said Slade. “I’m going to stop home and check on things. Probably shower and change, too.”

“Okay,” said Liam.

“You live in Romania. Isn’t that pretty far from here?” I asked.

Slade grinned. “It won’t take me more than ten minutes to get there.”

“What about you guys?” I asked Bradan. “Do you live in Dublin, too?”

“Yeah, but not in the castle,” he answered. “Although, we hang out there often.”

Steve opened up the doorway. “Nice night,” he said, sticking his head outside.

“Yeah, it is,” said Liam, stepping around him. “Nice night for a race, don’t you think?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” said Steve.

All of us but Steve got off of the plane and stood next to it in the cool darkness.

Liam turned to Josh, who looked like he was ready to pass out. “You gonna make it, buddy?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, smiling weakly. “Just need to eat something, I guess. Feeling a little lightheaded.”

Liam put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “You’re welcome to stop over for dinner tonight. Aiden won’t mind.”

“No, that’s okay,” he said. “I already booked a room in town. I’ll eat and probably go to bed early. Steve called me a cab. It should be here any minute.”

“Okay, if you change your mind, the offer still stands. We’re going to have a big spread. Steak and Guinness pie, corned beef, potato and leek soup. Séamus, our private chef, is a phenomenal cook.”

“Sounds like fun, but I’m exhausted. Thanks, man.”

He patted him on the back. “No problem. Go and rest up.”

“I will. Thanks, Liam.”

“Thanks for helping to get us home safely,” he answered.

“Your rides should be arriving shortly. I’m going to help Talia with her things,” called Steve from the plane’s doorway.

“Okay,” said Liam.

We were at another private hangar, this one much smaller than the others. Nobody was around, and other than the lights that lit up the runway, it was dark and getting cooler by the minute.

“Where is everyone?” asked Melody, shivering.

Liam pointed toward a white tower, which was also lit up. “Looks like there’s someone directing the flights, but other than that, it’s just us,” said Liam. He looked at Melody. “Are you cold?”

“Just a little,” she said, her teeth chattering.

I opened up the bag I was still holding and pulled out two hoodies. I tossed one to her.

“Thanks,” she said, quickly pulling it over her head. “I’m freezing my butt off.”

I put the other one on and then shoved my hands into the pockets. From the chill, I figured it had to be somewhere between thirty and forty degrees. “Actually, this isn’t too bad compared to Montana.”

“It’s okay if you’re dressed for it,” said Melody. “Or… a vampire.”

“It is definitely cool, but I love this kind of weather,” said Liam, taking a deep breath. “It clears the lungs and opens up the mind.”

“Right,” said Melody. She looked at me. “Do we have anything warmer than these hoodies?”

“Not really,” I answered.

“Then I think we’re going to need a lot more clothes,” she said.

“I’ll take you shopping tomorrow,” said Slade. “You girls can pick out whatever you think that you’ll need.”

“Cool,” said Melody. “Or, you can just give us your credit card and drop us off at the mall.”

I scowled at her. “Seriously? He’s not our father.”

“And you’re not from around here. We’ll take you shopping,” said Liam. “I could use some new duds myself.”

“That’s very sweet of you guys, but you really don’t have to keep spending money on us,” I said. “I’m sure Melody and I can figure out something.”

“Not this again,” Slade said, smiling. “I told you before – I’m going to take care of you.” He looked at Liam. “We are going to take care of you.”

“What he said,” said Liam.

“It just feels weird,” I replied, smiling sheepishly. “Making you pay for everything.”

Slade bit the side of his lip and then smiled. “Would it feel less weird if you worked for the band and we paid you?”

“Of course,” I said. “Why, are you offering us jobs?”

Slade looked at Liam again. “We could probably find something for you both to do.”

“I bet,” said Talia, who seemed to appear out of nowhere. “You were always good at making a woman useful, Slade.”

Slade rolled his eyes.

“Oh, my God, where did you come from?” gasped Melody.

“From the plane,” replied Talia, smirking. “Same as you.”

“Vampires can fly, remember,” I reminded her. “Very quickly, too.”

“Well, yeah… but I had no idea you could move that fast, Talia,” said Melody.

“You should see how fast Slade moves,” said Talia. “He’s been known to kill two hearts, or… I mean two birds with one stone.”

“Enough, Talia,” said Slade, his face dark.

Her eyes widened innocently. “Enough, what? I was just complimenting you.”

He grunted. “Right.”

“Where is Steve?” asked Liam.

“He mentioned something about locking up the plane,” said Talia, setting her carry-on bag down.

“Here comes the limo,” said Liam, pointing to a set of headlights coming near us.

“Catch you guys later,” said Bradan, who’d been texting someone. He put the phone away and smiled. “I’ll race you two to my house. Ma has some blood for us.” Then he shot up into the starry skies. Sean and Jimmy said goodbye and then quickly followed suit.

The limo stopped and the driver got out. “Sorry I’m late,” apologized the young man, looking nervous. “I had to get gas and they were having problems with the pumps.”

“No problem,” said Liam. “You can’t control that kind of stuff.”

“It was a pain in the butt,” replied the driver as he opened up the door to the limo.

Talia, Melody, and Liam got inside. As I was about to get in, Slade, grabbed my hand and stopped me. “Hold on.”

“Uh, okay.”

“You coming?” asked Liam.

“Later,” he answered, pulling me to the side. He looked at the driver. “Could you give us a moment alone?”

“Sure,” he replied. He walked back around and got inside the vehicle.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Don’t slap me. I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered.

I stared at him in shock. “What?”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’re my fiancée, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” I answered, feeling my heart begin to race. I stared at his lips and imagined them on mine. I hadn’t kissed anyone in so long and I had to admit, I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather kiss at that moment.

He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me close. Once again, I smelled traces of candy. “Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I whispered, staring at his face, which was back to looking healthy and as handsome as ever. Whatever Talia had given him had certainly done the trick. He was once again poster material and swoon-worthy.

His green eyes glittered in the darkness as he licked his lips. “It’s been so long, I don’t know if I remember how to do this.”

I giggled. “I’m certainly not an expert. So, don’t be too surprised.”

“Everything about you surprises me,” he said, touching my cheek. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

I stared into his eyes, which were beginning to glow again. “Your eyes. Why do they do that?” I whispered.

“Because of how badly I want this,” he whispered back, pressing his lips to mine.

My legs turned to jelly as he began to kiss me with an urgency that took my breath away. Shocked and excited, I clung to him as his tongue sought out mine and did delicious things to my mouth. As the kiss deepened, his hands slid over my hips and I could feel the hardness of his desire pressed up against me, making me hot and tingly.

Slade pulled himself away from my lips and took a step back. “Jesus,” he whispered, trying to catch his breath. “You should probably get into the limo,” he said, not looking at me.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay,” I said, wondering if I’d done something wrong. I stopped walking and turned to him. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me or something?”

He frowned. “No. Why would I be?”

“I guess I don’t know. You just look angry for some reason.”

“I’m fine. Just get into the limo,” he said, dismissing me.

“Fine,” I said, now angry myself. Here I was helping him out and he was being a jerk. Well, screw him. The next time he asked me to kiss him, I’d tell him where to go.

AS THE LIMO left, I flew into the air and headed toward Romania, my thoughts still on Chelsey.

That kiss.

It was based on a lie, but the truth was we’d both had wanted it. I could tell from the moment our lips met. And damn, it had taken a lot of willpower to break away from her. It had taken even more willpower not to steal her away and show Chelsey exactly why my eyes burned with desire. But doing that was madness. For one thing, she might not want it as badly as I did. For two, she was mortal. And for three… it wasn’t right. She’d just lost her family and seducing her would be immoral.

But there had been nothing fake about what had happened between us. Nothing immoral, either. I thought about the way she’d kissed me back with just as much passion, and it was exhilarating. I’d felt her heart pounding in her chest and had sensed the heat of her desire as it pressed against my zipper. Even now I could feel myself hardening again, just thinking about it.

Doesn’t matter… she’s a mortal.

I growled angrily and flew faster toward Romania, wanting to leave my wicked thoughts in Dublin. I needed to feel the coldness of the night air against my face. But with every mile I flew, her lips and her young, nubile body still haunted my thoughts.

You’re just a horny bastard, I told myself.

The truth was that I barely knew Chelsey and I’d vowed to never get involved with a mortal again. Not after what happened with Vanessa. I could never take a chance like that again. I needed to stick with my own kind.

Like Talia, but never… Talia.

Been there.

Done that.

And not by choice.

Talia’s mocking face popped into my head and any remaining lust quickly deflated. I wondered what kind of business Aiden had with her. She wasn’t a woman to be trusted, and Aiden was a multi-millionaire. Getting involved with Talia was dangerous. I decided to keep an eye on her while distancing myself from Chelsey, at least until I could look at her without wanting to drag her to bed.

WHEN I ARRIVED at my condo, I pulled out a half-liter bag of blood from my refrigerator and digested it. As I reached inside for a second package, the light turned on in the kitchen.

“Good grief, you scared the daylights out of me,” said my housekeeper, Mrs. Jeffrey, putting a hand to her chest. “Thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

I grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

She walked over and began to clean the mess I’d made on the counter. “It’s okay. I should have known it was you. Nobody else knows the security code. Where have you been, by the way? I’ve been worried sick about you.”

Mira Jeffrey wasn’t a vampire. She was just a sweet, retired nurse I’d hired ten years ago. We’d met one evening after I’d walked into the clinic where she worked, desperate for blood. She caught me trying to steal, but instead of freaking out, she actually helped me. I didn’t even have to charm her.

“I know what you are,” she said, staring at me sadly. “You’re one of them. Just like my son. Take the blood, young man. I know you need it to survive.”

The short, heavyset woman with the crinkly blue eyes and white hair stunned me. I wasn’t sure what to do about her.

“It’s okay,” she insisted, grabbing another bag. “Take this one, too. I insist.”

I quickly found out that her son had also been made a vampire when he was in his early twenties. She’d supplied him for a number of years, until he was killed by a group of vampire hunters. It left her brokenhearted, but also sympathetic for those of us who were thrust into this kind of existence without any choice in the matter. After that, she started supplying me with donated blood from the local blood bank, where she volunteered. Eventually, she quit her job at the hospital, putting much more time in at the blood bank, while I hired her to be my personal housekeeper. It worked out for both of us, especially for her, as I paid her an outlandish amount to keep an eye on my condo. Because I traveled so frequently, her work was easy and we both knew it. But I didn’t mind. She made my life so much easier and was a good woman. Plus, I could tell that she generally cared about me, and that kind of thing was priceless.

“I lost my phone,” I said. “I’ll get a new one in the morning. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she replied, spraying cleaner on the counter. She began wiping it off with a paper towel. “I just got a little worried is all.”

“The only thing you should be worrying about is where you’re taking your next cruise,” I said, leaning toward her. I kissed her cheek, which smelled like jasmine. “Have you planned it out yet?”

Her face lit up. “Yes. Hilda and Adela think we should try something new. An Alaskan cruise, maybe?”

“Really? Why there?”

“Adela said they have icebergs and that the views are supposed to be amazing.”

“Icebergs, huh? When are you ladies planning on going?”

“Possibly next month, if Hilda can gather the money for her ticket.”

“If she can’t, I’ll pay for it.”

She smiled and touched my arm. “You are such a sweet boy, Slade. God was truly blessing me when you walked into my life.”

“If there is a God, then he was blessing me that day, Mira.”

She sighed. “It’s such a waste that a fine young man like you doesn’t have a lady in his life.”

I feigned shock. “But I do, Mira. You’re my lady. What more do I need?”

She waved her hand at me, smiling in delight. “That’s not what I mean and you know it! Look, I know you don’t want to date mortals, but there must be another vampire somewhere who can bring you happiness.”

“If there is, I haven’t met her,” I said, walking out of the kitchen.

Mira followed me down the hallway toward my bedroom. “What about Talia?”

I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to her. “What do you know of Talia?”

She shrugged. “Not much. She called here about two weeks ago. Asked for you.”

Funny, she didn’t mention that on the plane. “Interesting,” I said. “What did she say?”

“She just asked for you. I told her that you were in the U.S. and that was about the extent of our conversation. She’s a vampire, isn’t she?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I figured that if she had your home phone number, she must be special.”

“I don’t know about special,” I answered, walking to my bedroom door. I turned to her. “I’m going to take a shower and leave for a while. I’ll check back in tomorrow, and by then, I should have a new phone.”

“What if I need to get ahold of you?”

I bit back a smile. She couldn’t stop mothering me and there was no way I’d take that from her. “I’ll be at Liam’s. You have the number.”

“The castle?” she asked, pulling her cell out of her robe.

“Yes.”

“Okay. You’re right. I do have that number.” She yawned. “I’m going to bed. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

I closed my door, grabbed some clothing, and took a shower.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER, I’d changed into a black pair of chinos and a blue dress shirt. I looked in the mirror, satisfied that my complexion was back to normal. As I combed and styled my hair, I thought about Chelsey. She’d obviously been frustrated when she’d gotten into the limo. Maybe I had been kind of dick. The kiss had bothered me, though. Bothered me only because even now, I wanted to do it again. Hell, do much more. A girl like her could make a man lose control, mortal or not. I had to watch myself around her, but it didn’t mean I had to be an asshole.

Sighing, I walked into the bedroom, grabbed a long, black leather jacket, put on a pair of loafers, and took off toward the castle.

THE RIDE TO the castle lasted about an hour. It was dark when we arrived but the first view of the castle was breathtaking, even at night.

“Oh, my God, I feel like Cinderella going to the ball,” whispered Melody as we neared the entrance to the old, gothic fortress.

“Isn’t it grand?” said Steve, who was sitting across from us next to Talia. He pointed. “This is one of the few castles that have been passed down from generation to generation, and still privately owned. Liam, you lucky bastard, I bet you don’t even appreciate the historic value of Castle Rylan.”

“Of course I do,” said Liam. “My family built it over seven-hundred years ago. Don’t think for a minute that I don’t know the history of my ancestors, or the blood, sweat, and tears that went into building it. You see that tower on the left?”

We all turned and looked out the window.

“I helped to restore the bartizan with my grandfather when I was just a kid. He used to tell me stories about his grandparents, Duke and Duchess Rylan. The Duke was quite the rogue.”

“You mean he was a player?” said Melody, smiling.

“Call him what you want, but my grandfather said he was one bad-assed lycan and that all the ladies adored him.” He grinned arrogantly. “Sounds kind of familiar.”

“Aiden does get his share of dates,” said Steve.

“That’s because I’ve been gone. When the girls in town learn that I’m back, we’re going to have to hire extra security,” he replied, puffing out his chest. “Maybe even build a moat.”

“You’re so full of shit,” said Steve, chuckling as we pulled up to the entrance of the castle.

The driver got out of the car and walked around to open the door. As we stepped out of the limo, two men approached us from the castle, one of them obviously Liam’s brother.

“Speak of the devil,” said Liam, walking over to his brother. He grinned. “Is that a ‘track suit’ you’re wearing? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dress this informal in my life.”

“Didn’t want to make you look like a total schlep,” said Aiden, patting him on the back. Like Liam, he had blond hair, but his was cropped short and his face was freshly shaven, whereas Liam looked more like a scruffy gladiator.

“Funny guy,” he replied and then turned toward us. “By the way, I’d like to introduce you to our new houseguests, Melody and Chelsey. They’re from Montana.”

Aiden walked over to us, his face now somber. He held out his hand to me and I shook it. “Hi, I’m Aiden Rylan. I’ve heard about your losses.” He turned to Melody and extended his hand again. “I’m so sorry. If there is anything I can do, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you,” she said.

I cleared my throat. “Yes, thank you, Mr. Rylan. I think I speak for both of us when I say that allowing us to stay in your home is already asking so much. We really appreciate your kindness and hospitality.”

“It’s the least I can do. One thing I insist on, though,” he smiled,” is that you both call me Aiden. Mr. Rylan makes me feel like an old man.”

“Oh, gosh… I’m sorry. You’re definitely not an old man,” I said, blushing. The only thing old about Aiden was the castle he owned and maybe the impressive ruby ring on his finger, with the letter “R” embossed. I’d noticed it right away when we shook hands.

He chuckled and then looked at Talia, who stepped forward. “Good evening, Talia. Are you excited about tomorrow?”

She smiled. “Of course. I’m just so relieved that Steve was able to get me here before the big meeting.”

Aiden grunted. “Right. The big meeting with Lucian Frazer.”

“Who is Lucian Frazer?” asked Liam.

“He’s a dreamer that needs an investor,” replied Aiden.

Liam sighed. “He wants money from you?”

“Of course. He’s working with some scientist in the U.S. and they need funding for some special project. Some guy named Shephard.”

“You don’t look very thrilled about the meeting. Why are you even wasting your time?” asked Liam.

He looked at Talia. “Because of Talia. She thinks they have some pretty conclusive evidence supporting their research.”

“What is it they’re trying to do?” asked Liam.

Aiden looked at me and Melody. “I promised to keep it classified. I can’t talk about it with anyone but Talia. Now, enough business. Let’s get everyone settled in and eat. Are we expecting any more guests?”

“Slade,” I replied.

Aiden looked at me and smiled. “Of course. Well, in that case, we can start without him. Something tells me he won’t mind a bit. Or should I say – a bite?”

“Good thing you’re a better businessman than comedian,” said Liam, as we followed him into the castle.

I’D STAYED AT the castle once before, when Aiden had hired me to be part of his Financial Research Advisory Group. During that time, he had his security staff research my background, while we spent the week getting to know each other as friends. Although he was a lycan, and I didn’t particularly care too much for them in general, I generally liked and respected Aiden Rylan. He was honest, straightforward, and brilliantly smart. He was also a wealthy billionaire, but so down-to-earth, you’d never know that the man could actually buy countries if he really wanted to.

My week at the castle had put me on pins and needles. Not that I was worried about any kind of physical danger, I was terrified of disappointing Lucian by making some kind of mistake. Thankfully, he had spent a lot of money to generate references and create an impressionable work history. Then there was the MBA in Finance, which even impressed me. All to create a façade that would help him gain Aiden’s support in lycan and vampire DNA testing. Supposedly, his associate, Dr. Shephard, had discovered a way to create a new species of immortals using both of our DNA. A species that would be stronger, faster, and easy to manipulate. Lucian believed that the new immortal hybrid would be the beginning of the end, especially for vampires, if we didn’t gain control of the research now. By funding Dr. Shephard, Lucian would be able to monitor the project and make sure that it didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Unfortunately, Dr. Shephard’s monetary demands were outrageous. And that’s where Aiden came in. Not only did he make millions on his various investments, but he was also an Internet mogul. He’d created several websites for investors, enabling them to research and make real-time investments with a press of the button. Fast. Easy. Convenient. That’s what the public wanted and that’s what Aiden had given them. And in return, he charged a small fee on each investment and sale. Lucian guessed that Aiden made more money in one week than he could make in a year. I had no idea how much that was, but it was more than enough to help fund the project.

We were all shown to our bedroom chambers and right away, Steve tried to slip into mine for a ‘quickie’.

“Are you crazy?” I whispered. “We can’t do this here.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, who cares,” he said, grabbing my hand. He kissed the inside of my arm. “Aiden has the same kind of sex drive I do. He’d understand if I was trying to get down your pants. You’re a beautiful woman and I… I have needs,” he said, putting my hand on his zipper.

“So do I,” I replied, pulling my hand away. “And right now I need to get my thoughts together for the meeting tomorrow. Besides… I… I have my period.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

I smiled weakly. “Really.”

“Hell, I don’t care,” he said, pulling me toward him. “I’ll take you any way I can get you.”

“No. I’m sorry but I will not have sex with you when I have my period.”

Or ever.

He pulled away and looked me in the eye. “Well, maybe you could just help me relax.” He smiled. “Like you did on the plane? Otherwise, I’m going to be all hot-and-bothered during dinner. I won’t be able to concentrate on anything.”

“I’m sorry, but I have cramps and I don’t feel all that good. Another time, maybe?” I replied, pushing him toward the door.

He grinned wickedly. “You don’t have cramps in your mouth, do you?”

Pig.

“Actually, sometimes I do,” I replied with a straight face. “Could you imagine if I got one when I was… you know?” I grimaced. “That could be very painful and extremely messy. All that blood. Come to think of it, I would probably enjoy it, but I doubt you would.”

His face paled and he stepped outside of the chamber. “Um, I think I’ll be fine without your help.”

“I thought so,” I said, shutting the door in his face.

I heard him retreat and heaved a sigh of relief. I really didn’t want to kill him, lycan or not. He was more of a nuisance now, and hopefully my excuses would simply keep him at bay. Or, maybe he’d find a new playmate. There were several nubile, young servants wandering the castle. Some of them very pretty. It was obvious that Aiden liked his maids young and pretty. I was pretty sure that they also liked him. He was easy on the eyes, even for a lycan.

And then there was Steve.

Steve wasn’t bad-looking. He just revolted me. In every way. The truth was that I had used him to get introduced to his childhood friend, Aiden Rylan. If it weren’t for that, I’d have never allowed him touch me. But, gaining Steve’s trust had been an integral part of the plan to get to Aiden. But now, I no longer needed him to want me. Or to even trust me. Our plans were already set in motion and as far as I was concerned, nothing would stop them.

THE CASTLE WAS everything I’d imagined it to be, and so much more. Old, grey stone walls, rich tapestries, dimly lit corridors, spiraling staircases, and carefully hand-crafted furniture. And to top it off, there were servants! The moment that we walked in, half a dozen people were assisting us to our rooms and making sure we had everything that we needed. It was like taking a walk back in time, to the medieval renaissance days. My dad, who used to love watching movies about knights and dragons, would have thought he’d died and gone to Heaven in Rylan Castle.

“How’s your room?” asked Melody, walking in after we’d both had taken showers and changed into jeans and T-shirts. Fortunately, the servants had provided us with some toiletries. She grinned and spun around the chamber. “Wow, it’s beautiful, too. Doesn’t it feel like we’re in another world? I feel like we should be changing into our ball gowns or something.”

“I know. I just can’t get over this,” I said, staring at the large four-poster bed, with the dark plum velvety drapes. I flopped down on the mattress and turned over. “This feels so nice. It just has got to be a king,” I said, spreading my arms out.

“Yes. It is. So is mine. Room enough for two, right?” she replied, walking over to the fireplace. She bent down and looked inside. “I wonder if this really works, or if they’re all for show.”

I got out of bed and went over to her. “It’s real. It just hasn’t been used in a while.”

“Cool. Maybe I can get one of the servants to light mine later. I’d love to fall asleep with a fire going. It is kind of chilly in these large rooms.”

“Yeah, I agree. I think it’s a great idea. I’m sure they’ll do it.”

“Does my hair look okay?” she asked, turning to me. “It doesn’t look too frizzy or anything, does it? I found a hair dryer, but the brush they gave me wasn’t the kind that I usually use.”

“I know what you mean,” I answered, touching my own hair. I’d pulled it back into a ponytail after running my fingers through it. “Yours looks fine. Doesn’t look frizzy at all.”

“Where did you find a binder?”

“I found some in my dresser. Do you want one?” I answered, walking over to the antique dresser. I picked one up and held it out.

“No, that’s okay,” she answered and then smiled. “Liam told me he thought my hair was beautiful. I want to keep it down.”

“It is beautiful,” I admitted, staring at her long blond hair.

“Thanks. Should we go and find everyone? I think Liam said they were going to have a buffet or something.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

We took our time finding the dining room, which was more of a dining hall, exploring some of the rooms in the castle. Most of them were other large bedroom chambers, but we also found a large den with a library connected to it. Some of the other rooms were locked. When we finally made it back downstairs, the food was laid out on a long, elegant dining table, buffet style.

“Go on and help yourselves,” said Liam, walking over to us with a large plate of food. “Tonight is informal, obviously.”

“Yum, that looks good,” said Melody, staring at his plate of food.

“Are you talking about me or the food?” he asked, grinning wickedly.

“Just like my brother to always have his mind on two things. Since he has a plate filled with food, you two might want to watch yourself around him,” said Aiden, walking up behind Liam with Talia at his side. He also had a heaping plate of food, while Talia was drinking something from a large goblet.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about Chelsey,” said Talia. “Since she’s getting married.”

“Oh, you’re engaged?” said Aiden. “I had no idea. Who’s the lucky man?”

“Slade,” said Liam quickly. “It was a surprise to all of us.”

Aiden’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Slade?”

“Yes,” I laughed nervously. “We wanted to keep it a surprise, but Slade let everyone on the plane know.”

“How long have you two known each other?” asked Aiden, still looking skeptical.

“Long enough to fall in love,” I replied, surprising myself. “To be honest, it was love at first sight.”

“Yes,” said a voice behind me.

Slade.

He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “I fell head-over-heels the moment she looked at me with those big blue eyes.”

I smiled as if I thought he meant it. “Oh, you’re so sweet.”

“You bring that out in me,” he replied, nuzzling my neck. His breath was warm on my skin and it reminded me of the kiss we’d shared earlier.

Just then, one of the servants walked over to us. “Excuse me, Mr. Rylan… there’s a phone call for you. It’s rather important, I guess.”

“Do you know who it is?” asked Aiden.

“No, sir.”

“Okay, I’ll take it.” Aiden looked at us and smiled. “I’ll be back shortly.”

“No problem,” said Liam.

“I’m glad you joined us, Slade,” said Aiden. “I must say – I can’t wait to hear about your wedding plans.”

“We’ll tell you all about it later,” said Liam, as he shoveled a large spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“What, are you their wedding planner now?” replied Aiden, chuckling as he walked away.

“I’d make a damn good one,” he called back, smirking. He looked at me. “I could even help you pick out your wedding gown. I’ve dressed many women over the years. It’s usually after undressing them, but hey…” He winked. “I’ve got a good eye for fashion.”

“I’m sure you do,” I said, laughing. “But, Melody’s going to help me pick it out, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” she said.

“Don’t these two just make a wonderful couple?” said Talia, smiling coolly. “Unfortunately, life is so short, especially for mortals. Do you plan on making her one of us, Slade?”

“No,” he replied, an edge to his voice. “Absolutely not.”

“So, she’s just going to grow old and you’re going to watch her die?” asked Talia. “I can’t imagine that being easy for you or Chelsey. My heart breaks for the both of you just thinking about it.”

“I’m sure it does,” he replied dryly. He looked at me. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

“Let’s go and get you some food then,” he replied, guiding me toward the buffet. “You coming, Melody?”

“Yes,” she said, following us.

When we got to the table, he released my hand and I glanced over my shoulder at Talia, who was still watching us. “She’s a joy.”

Slade grunted. “You’re too nice.”

I grabbed a plate and began loading it with food. “Someone has to be.”

“Chelsey,” he lowered his voice. “I’m sorry about before. You know… after the kiss?”

“What do you mean?” I said, playing dumb. I didn’t want him to think that it bothered me.

He sighed. “I was short with you. I didn’t mean to be and I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said, putting some kind of seasoned beef onto my plate. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t mad at me. Thanks for apologizing, though.”

“I wasn’t mad at you. I was just…”

“Just what?”

He lowered his voice again. “A little overwhelmed by the kiss.”

I felt myself blushing. “You were?”

“Hell yes. Very.”

I couldn’t imagine him being overwhelmed by a simple kiss. But, I’d seen the fire in his eyes and had felt something hard pressing against my pelvis. We’d both gotten pretty excited. Heck, I was getting excited again just thinking about it.

“What about you?” he whispered, near my ear.

“Yes.”

His lips brushed against my neck and heat pooled into my lower stomach. “Yes, what?”

“It was pretty… intense,” I whispered back.

He let out a ragged breath. “You smell amazing. Like honey.”

“Look at you two,” said Talia, walking by us with a smirk. “Maybe you should take it upstairs.”

“Maybe you should mind your own business,” said Slade.

“My goodness, you’re touchy. Some things never change,” she said.

Slade stiffened up and moved away from me. I suddenly wanted to punch the bitch.

“I’ll meet you at the table,” said Slade, walking away.

“Was it something I said?” said Talia, now standing next to me.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I turned away and put more food on my plate.

“How did you two meet?” she asked, grabbing a grape. She popped it into her mouth.

I ignored the question. “Aren’t you a vampire?” I asked, staring at her as she grabbed another one.

“Yes. I can eat fruit and vegetables, though,” she said. “I love grapes. I guess it’s because I miss drinking wine so much.”

“So, you weren’t always a vampire?” asked Melody, now standing next to us.

She grinned. “No. I wasn’t.”

“Was it forced upon you?” I asked without thinking. “Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that. That’s none of my business.”

She frowned. “No, it isn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, wishing now that she’d just go away.

She waved her hand. “Oh… it’s okay. Tell you what, if you answer my question, I’ll answer yours,” she said, smiling again. “Deal?”

“Your question?”

“How did you meet Slade?” she repeated.

My mind began to race with possible answers.

“They met on the Internet,” said Melody, her eyes wide. “Some dating site, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I replied, going along with it. “I had no idea he was a musician, though. I’d have never agreed to go out with him.”

“But that’s good you didn’t know,” said Melody. “Because now look at you. You’re getting married and will live happily ever after, right?”

I smiled. “Let’s hope.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” said Talia, sneering. “A dating site? Slade? Why would he have to resort to that?”

“For anonymity,” I replied, surprised at myself. I was pretty damn good at making up stories. “So many women are after his money that he needed to find another way to meet girls.”

“I’m sorry, but I have a hard time believing that a man like Slade would use a dating site,” she answered.

“Believe what you want,” I said, walking away from her with my plate now full.

“Oh, my God, they have five different types of cheesecake,” I heard Melody say. “I’m never leaving this castle.”

I smiled and headed toward Slade and Liam.

“What did she say to you?” asked Slade, as I sat down next to him.

“Talia? She wanted to know where we met.”

“Did you tell her it was none of her business?” he said, his face dark.

“I didn’t get the chance. Melody piped in and said we met on an online dating service.”

Liam laughed. “That’s priceless. That girl is spunky.”

I grinned. “Yeah, it was pretty funny.”

I turned back around to look at Melody and noticed that she was still talking to Talia. Then at whatever Talia said, Melody looked over to us, scowling.

Slade noticed it to and stood up. “Damn Talia. What is she up to now?”

Liam got up. “I’ll go see what they’re talking about. I need to get more food. Sit down and keep your fiancée company.”

Sighing, Slade sat back down.

“So, what’s the deal between you and Talia?” I asked. “You two seem to really, really dislike each other.”

“That’s an understatement,” he said, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Is it hard to talk about?” I asked softly.

He looked at me. “Let’s just forget about Talia,” he replied just as softly. “And concentrate on where you’d like to go tomorrow.”

My eyes lit up. “Go?”

He laughed. “Did you forget already? I thought we could do some shopping and maybe a little sight-seeing.”

“With Melody?”

“Sure.” He smiled. “Unless she’s busy.”

“I doubt she’ll be busy,” I replied, picking up my fork.

“I wouldn’t be too sure,” he answered, just as Melody sat down on the other side of me.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked as she began to eat.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice sounding funny.

“What did she say to you?” asked Slade over my shoulder.

Melody’s eyes were hard. “She said a lot, actually.”

“Just ignore her,” said Slade. “She’s poison and spews lies more than anyone I’ve ever met. I’m surprised Aiden is allowing her into his home. ”

Melody didn’t answer. She picked up her fork and began to eat as well.

“What kind of lies?” I asked, watching him glare across the room at Talia, who was now conversing with our pilot, Steve.

“The kind that ruin lives. That’s why I probably shouldn’t let her near either of you. She might try starting something, just to get back at me.”

“For what?” I asked.

“For her sister,” he said, a pained expression on his face. “She… she killed herself and Talia blames it on me.”

“What? Why?” I asked, surprised that he’d confessed something like this in front of both me and Melody.

“Vanessa and I were… a couple. I made the horrible mistake of not telling her that I was a vampire,” he said in a solemn voice. “I meant to. I always meant to… but I wanted to tell her in my own way. Well, when she found out, she just couldn’t live with the truth. She killed herself.”

I put my hand over his. “Oh, my God, Slade. That’s horrible. And Talia blames you?”

“Yes. I suppose that I am partially to blame. I kept it from her. I should have told her in the beginning.”

“Apparently you should have told her more than that,” remarked Melody, frowning.

“What do you mean?” asked Slade, his face darkening. “What did Talia say to you?”

Her eyes widened. “Nothing.”

“Then why did you say that?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I was just agreeing that you should have told her that you were a vampire. That’s all.”

Liam walked back over and sat down, a second helping of food piled high on his plate.

“You sure have a healthy appetite,” I said, smiling at him.

Liam smiled back. “Lycan have a healthy appetite for food and sex. I’m always ready for seconds and thirds.” He looked at Melody’s plate. “You have a pretty good appetite, too. You aren’t half lycan, are you?” he joked.

She grinned. “I don’t know. I like second and third helpings myself. And not just food.”

“Whoa,” said Liam, chuckling. “A girl after my own heart.”

She winked. “You’d better believe it. In fact, you might have a hard time keeping up with my appetites.”

Liam stared at her hard, and I could tell by the look passing between them, that it wouldn’t be long before they were exploring those appetites together. I only hoped that Melody knew what she was getting herself into. Liam, although he was funny and sweet, wasn’t like the boys she’d been messing around with back home. He wasn’t like anyone back home.

Slade, also noticing the sexual charge going on at the table, tried to diffuse it by talking about shopping again. Fortunately, it worked.

“Can you take them shopping?” asked Liam. “I have a date tomorrow.”

Melody’s face fell.

“A date? Who with?” asked Slade.

“With Bradan’s mother.”

Slade frowned. “What?”

“It’s not what you think,” he answered, laughing. “At least, I don’t think it is. She called me out of the blue and asked if I’d have lunch with her tomorrow.”

“Does Bradan know?” asked Slade.

Liam shook his head. “I don’t think so. Don’t tell him, by the way.”

“Are you kidding me? If we told him he’d have a conniption.”

“I don’t get it. What’s the big deal?” asked Melody. “I think it’s sweet that you’re taking his mom to lunch. She’s probably really lonely and needs someone to talk to.”

“I just don’t know why she’d pick Liam,” said Slade, shaking his head and smiling. “No offense.”

“None taken, dickhead,” he replied.

We all laughed.

“Anyway, maybe I’ll meet up with you guys when I’m done eating. Like I said earlier, I could use some more clothes,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Sounds good,” said Slade, as Aiden walked into the hall.

“He’s back,” said Melody, as he walked toward us. “You know, Liam, your brother is really hot.”

Liam frowned. “You think so, huh?”

I could tell by the little smile on Melody’s face that she was playing with Liam.

She went on. “He can’t be much older than twenty-seven or twenty-eight, right?”

“He’s old enough to be your grandfather,” said Liam.

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Lycan age differently,” he said.

“Hmm… is he seeing anyone?” she asked.

“I’m sure he is,” said Liam, sounding irritated. “He prefers older women, by the way. So, I wouldn’t get any ideas.”

“Oh, bullshit,” said Slade, laughing. “Your brother prefers the same kind of women that you do. Pretty and ready.”

“Is that right?” said Melody, running a hand through her blond hair. “I just think it’s so hot that he’s rich and so damn good looking.”

“I’m rich,” said Liam.

She turned to him. “Yes, but you’re dating Bradan’s mom.”

Slade and I laughed.

Aiden stopped at our table. “Have you seen Talia?”

“She was here a minute ago,” said Slade, looking around.

“I think I saw her leave with Steve,” said Melody.

“Okay. I’ll go look for them. How’s the food?” he asked.

“It’s so good,” I replied. “Thanks again for everything.”

“Yes, thank you,” said Melody. “I just wish there was some way to make it up to you.”

He grinned. “Seeing that pretty smile of yours is good enough.”

She fluttered her eyelashes. “You’re too sweet.”

Liam rolled his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” asked Slade, smiling at Liam.

“Nothing.”

“Slade,” said Aiden, lowering his voice. “Are you two really getting married?”

“No,” whispered Slade. “We just told Talia that. So she’d stay away from me.”

“So, she’d stay away from you? I don’t understand,” said Aiden.

“They have a past together,” said Liam. “I’ll explain later. Or, one of us will.”

“Interesting. Well, then I guess this means that I’d better play along with your little façade?” said Aiden.

“If you could,” replied Slade. “Just for now.”

“That’s fine. I guess that I didn’t know about your history with Talia. Is it anything that I should be concerned with?” said Aiden.

“I hope not,” replied Slade.

“Maybe you and I should have a little talk. Can you two meet me in my office in about twenty minutes?” he answered, looking at Slade and Liam.

“Sure,” said Liam.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” replied Slade.

Aiden nodded. “Okay. I’m going to find Talia. I’ll meet you in there when I’m done. Ladies, I might not get the chance to see you again this evening. If there’s anything that you need, my staff will be happy to get it for you.”

“Thanks, Aiden,” I said.

“Yes, thanks,” said Melody.

“Oh, how are your rooms?” he asked. “Are they comfortable enough?”

“They are fabulous,” said Melody. “Staying in this beautiful castle is like a dream come true.”

His smile was somber. “I just wish your stay here was under different circumstances.”

We both nodded.

“Well, have a good night. Both of you,” he said.

“You, too,” said Melody.

“Yes, thank you, Aiden,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, walking away, his mind already on something else.

“I think that this is my last plate,” said Liam, dropping his napkin on it.

“Mine too,” I replied, standing up. “Where should we put them?”

“Just leave it. The servants will clean it up,” replied Liam.

“So, what should we do now?” asked Melody, looking at me.

“I’m kind of tired,” I said, yawning.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“It’s almost midnight,” said Liam. “Past your bedtime. Would either of you like to be tucked in?”

I laughed. “No. I’m good.”

“Can we get your brother to do it?” teased Melody.

“That’s it,” said Liam, standing up. He walked around and pulled Melody’s chair out.

“What are you doing?” she laughed.

He picked her up and put her over his shoulder. “I’m bringing you up to your room and giving you a spanking.”

“Oh, my God!” She laughed again. “Promise?”

Liam winked at us. “I’ll meet you in Aiden’s office.”

“Put her down,” said Slade. “Come on, it’s not funny.”

“Oh, I’m putting her down. Over my knee,” he said, walking away.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked, watching him carry her away.

“Yes. He’s just messing around. I think.”

Liam suddenly took off running with her and Melody squealed in delight.

“Yeah, I think they’ll be fine,” I replied, almost wishing that it was Slade carrying me up to my bedroom.

AFTER LIAM RAN off with Melody, I walked Chelsey to her chambers.

“I should probably look inside, to make sure there isn’t anyone hiding,” I teased. “And check for ghosts.”

Her eyes widened. “Ghosts?”

“Oh, sure,” I answered, trying to keep a straight face. “Many people have died in Castle Rylan. Rumor has it that a young man was murdered in this very room.”

“What?” she squeaked. “In my room?”

“Yep,” I said, opening the door. “Oh, look. Someone built a fire.”

She walked around me. “They did! That’s great. It was much too chilly in here before.”

“That’s because of the ghosts,” I said. “When they’re around, the room gets colder.”

She looked at me. “You are so full of it.”

I grinned. “Am I? Do you know for certain that there aren’t any ghosts in this castle?”

She wrapped her arms around her waist, as if chilled. “No.”

“If I were you. I’d arm myself with something,” I replied, still standing in the doorway.

“With what? Aren’t you going to come inside and check under my bed?”

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

She sighed. “Come inside, Slade.”

“Thank you,” I said, walking in.

“Wait a minute – were you waiting out there because… you have to be invited into a place like this, before you can actually enter it?”

“Something like that,” I replied, not getting into the details. She’d actually hit it on the nuts. Vampires couldn’t physically set foot into a woman’s bedroom that they weren’t specifically invited into.

“What were you saying about arming myself against ghosts?” she asked, still looking worried.

I grinned. “I’m sorry, I was just messing with you.”

She scowled at me. “What? You freaked the hell out of me! Why would you do that?”

I walked over to her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I laughed. “You should have seen the look on your face!”

“How old are we?” she scolded. “Slade, you’re supposed to be over a hundred years old and you still act like a kid sometimes! I swear!” She threw her hands up in the air. “Men never grow up. No matter what species they are.”

Something about the way she was telling me off set me on fire. I knew what I was about to do was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.

IN THREE STRIDES, Slade’s arms were around me and his lips were claiming mine.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, between kisses. “God, I can’t help myself.”

I was overcome with desire myself. I opened my mouth and met his tongue with equal fervor, kissing him back with everything I had. When that wasn’t enough, he slipped his hands under my buttocks, pulling me up so my legs straddled his waist. The next thing I knew, I was sinking into the bed and he was on top of me, nibbling and sucking on my lower lip

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his face full of need and desire. “Tell me to stop.”

I looked him in the eye. “No.”

Relieved, he pulled my hair out of the ponytail and ran his fingers through it.

Missing his lips, I pulled them back to mine and showed him how much I wanted him. Every ounce of my being was wound up and on fire. I needed some kind of release and from the way my body reacted to his, I knew that Slade could give it to me.

He growled in the back of his throat and kissed me deeper as one hand moved up my T-shirt, cupping my breast. He squeezed it and then pulled my bra down, exploring the curve of my breast and then the tip of my nipple. When that wasn’t enough, Slade pushed my shirt out of the way and replaced his fingers with his mouth, making me cry out in pleasure. A blaze of heat shot into my crotch and I wrapped my legs back around his waist and rocked against him.

He sucked in his breath and began grinding his hips against my pelvis, his jeans barely covering his excitement.

Suddenly the door swung open. “Hey, Chelsey – Oh, my God!”

Slade jumped off me so quickly that it felt like he’d never been in my bed. I pulled my shirt down and got up. My face was on fire.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” he asked, still breathing heavily.

“Sorry,” Melody said, looking horrified. “How was I to know that you two would be in here crawling all over each other?”

“It’s okay,” I told her, now thoroughly embarrassed. “We’re all good.”

“Slade, Liam’s looking for you,” she said and then smirked. “You might want to take a cold shower before you meet up with him though.”

Scowling, he walked past her and then looked back at me. His eyes softened and he produced a smile. “Uh, I’ll see you tomorrow, Chelsey. Sweet dreams.”

I smiled back. “You too.”

When he was gone, Melody started giving me the third degree.

“What in the hell was that about?! Weren’t you the one warning me about staying away from vampires and lycan?”

“Yeah, but Slade’s different,” I said, thinking it sounded crazy even to myself. I actually had no idea whether or not he was different. He just made me feel so much… and I certainly liked him. A lot. “Besides, you should talk. What happened between you and Liam?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Absolutely nothing.” She smiled. “Not that I didn’t want something to happen. He did kiss me.”

I grinned. “He did?”

“For like… five seconds. But then he stopped and apologized. Said it was wrong.”

“Oh. Well, he’s trying to be a gentleman. That should count for something.”

“I guess. I just… I really like him. A lot. He’s funny. And hot. He’s a great drummer. He lives in a castle.” She grinned. “And did I mention how hot he is?”

I giggled. “No, I’m pretty sure you didn’t.”

She sighed and sat down on the edge of my bed. “If he’s a horn-dog and I practically threw myself at him, why did he reject me?”

I sat down next to her. “Maybe out of respect? If you ask me, I think that you should be flattered that he rejected you.”

“I’d be more flattered if he’d kissed me longer than five seconds. Is my breath bad?” she asked, blowing in my face.

“Do I have to answer that?”

“Oh, damn. Maybe that’s what it is?” she asked, trying to smell it by blowing into her hand.

“It’s really not that bad,” I said. “I’m just messing with you.”

She put her hand down. “You know, for a minute, I almost thought he was starting to really like me. As a woman. You know?”

“He must like you also as a friend and that’s why he’s not going to wreck that part of your relationship,” I said, leaning back on my elbows.

“Friend, schmend.” She bit her lower lip. “I want more than that. I guess I’ll just have to try harder.”

One thing I had to say about Melody, she didn’t give up easy. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Oh, yeah. Hey, did you notice that he seemed a little jealous when I was talking about his brother, or was it just me?”

“Actually, I noticed that, too.”

Her eyes widened. She pulled me up. “Oh, my God, I forgot to tell you.”

“What?”

“Talia. She told me how she became a vampire.”

I wasn’t sure if I really cared anymore but I went along with it. Obviously, Melody was excited about it. “How?”

“Slade.”

I blinked. “What? Slade?”

She nodded quickly. “And it gets worse.”

“How?” I asked, feeling as if the air had been sucked out of the room.

“Talia and Slade had an affair. When he was with Vanessa. He cheated on her with Talia.”

I stared at her in horror. “That doesn’t sound like him,” I said hoarsely. At least I prayed that he was not like that. If so, then everything I’d thought about him was a lie. “Why would she tell you all of this stuff, anyway?”

“She said it’s because Slade treats her like she’s some kind of pariah.”

“Are you sure she’s telling the truth? He said she was a liar.”

“I know and that’s why I asked Liam. Actually, I didn’t really ask him… I pretended that I’d already known about it.”

My eyes widened. “You did? What did you say to him?”

“I said,  ‘Wow, I can’t believe that Talia is acting like it’s all Slade’s fault that her sister died, when she slept with him. How could she do that to her own sister?’ And then he said, ‘Tell me about it.’”

I frowned. “That’s all he said?”

“What more do you need to hear? Obviously Slade slept with Talia and when Vanessa found out about them sleeping together, she couldn’t take it. She killed herself.”

“He said that she did it because she’d learned that he was a vampire.”

“Oh, come on… would you kill yourself just because of that? Wouldn’t you try to work through it? Cheating is different.”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t kill myself because of that either.”

She smiled. “You’d just kill him?”

“No. He wouldn’t be worth my life or the time I’d have to spend in prison,” I answered, picturing Slade in bed with another woman. It would hurt, especially after what had just happened between us, but I’d never go to that extreme. “The poor woman. I guess it makes sense. The hate between Talia and Slade. They obviously blame each other.”

“Yeah, but Chelsey, after hearing that, I wouldn’t get involved with Slade. He’s a cheater. Once a cheater, always a cheater.”

I nodded and looked down at my hands, already feeling another sense of loss. How could I feel so much for a guy I barely knew? A vampire, even? “I guess you’re right.”

“Oh,” she stood up and reached into the back of her jeans. “Before I forget…. Liam gave me this small dagger for protection, but I think you need it more than I do.”

I took the sheathed weapon, which was not much bigger than my hand, and looked back at her, in shock. “Why do we need weapons?”

“I don’t know, but if Talia and Slade had something going on, and she’s jealous, you should have some kind of protection.”

I gasped. “Do you think she’d try to hurt me?”

“From the way she was glaring at the both of you earlier, I wouldn’t want to take any chances.”

I MET UP with Liam on the way to Aiden’s office. When he saw me, he grinned. “You’re looking a little disheveled, my friend. What happened to you?”

I looked down at my shirt and tucked it in better. “Nothing happened to me.”

“Right. You’d better fix your hair a little, too,” he said, pointing to it. “It looks like you almost have a case of… bed-head?” His eyes lit up and grinned wickedly. “Hmm… where’s Chelsey? I take it you accompanied her to her chamber?”

I scowled at him, knowing exactly where he was going. “Yes.”

“How did that work out for the two of you?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” I said. “Besides, you should talk. Everyone watched you carry Melody off to get spanked. The real question is – who is the one that got spanked? Melody… or your monkey?”

He roared with laughter and slapped me on the back. “Good one.”

I grinned. “You make it easy.”

We started walking again and he sighed. “To be honest, nothing happened between me and Melody.”

“Really? I find that hard to believe.”

He chuckled. “I know. So do I. It’s just… something came over me. I felt…guilty about trying to kiss her.” He lowered his voice as we walked. “I mean, I can tell that she digs me, you know? But, I don’t want to hurt her. Something tells me that if I got her into my bed, she won’t want to leave. And you know me… I’m just not into commitments.”

“I do know you and… I have to say, I’m pretty damn proud of you.”

“I thought you’d be,” he said. “She wasn’t very happy about it, though. I could tell. In fact, I think she was hurt that I didn’t try anything.”

“She’s got it bad for you already, Liam. If you can’t see that, then you’d better open your eyes.”

His face turned serious. “Oh, hell, do you really think so?”

“Yeah, man. So, you’d better keep your distance if you’re not going to commit to having a real girlfriend.”

“And by that you mean one real girlfriend? As in one at a time?”

I chuckled. “Yeah.”

“So, what you’re saying is that our groupies would be off limits? Even the ones with the healthy,” he made a gesture with his hand, “glands?”

“Yes. Even those. And of course your fans. You’d have to be celibate during the next tour, and who knows, maybe the tour after that if it worked out for you guys.”

He slipped his hands into his pockets. “To be honest, I really do find her attractive, but we hardly know each other.”

“Exactly.”

“She’s got to be, what? Nineteen at the most? That’s young. A babe.”

“Especially to you. Face it, you’re much too old for her anyway. Liam, think about it – you’re probably old enough to be her grandfather. She’d figure that out soon enough,” I teased. “In bed.”

He shot me a dirty look. “You should have quit with the jokes when you were ahead. I’m not too old. Hell, most people tell me I look like I’m around twenty-five.”

“How old are you really?” I asked, knowing that lycan age slowly.

“Old enough to be her grandfather,” he said, laughing. “But, obviously, with the looks and stamina of someone closer to her age.”

“You keep telling yourself that, Liam,” I said as we stopped outside of Aiden’s office.

“You should talk. You’re over one-hundred years old. Old enough to be Chelsey’s Great, Great, Great Grandfather. There has to be laws against that kind of thing, old man.”

“You’re a jackass,” I said, shaking my head and grinning.

Aiden’s door opened up from the inside. He was on his cell phone and motioned for us to step inside.

“I just need to know if you have some proof of these accusations before I start pointing fingers,” he said into the phone. “Because if you’re wrong, then I’m going to take it out on your hide. You understand that I’m not just making idle threats, right? I will destroy you if you’re fucking with me.”

Liam and I looked at each other.

Aiden sat down behind his cherry-wood desk while Liam and I made ourselves comfortable in the leather sectional. From the look on Liam’s brother’s face, whatever was going on wasn’t making him happy.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Okay. Send me the photos. You have my email. I’ll get back to you after I look them over.” He hung up and threw his phone down on the desk.

“What’s going on?” asked Liam.

Instead of answering, he got up and checked the hallway. He then closed the door and walked back toward us. “I’m not happy. That’s what’s going on.”

“Explain,” said Liam. “We’re all ears.”

Aiden sat down on a recliner across from us. “It’s Talia,” he said in a low voice. “She’s been playing me.”

“What do you mean?” asked Liam.

“This meeting we’re having tomorrow involves an experimental program that needs funding. Millions of dollars in funding.”

“That you’re supposed to invest in?” asked Liam.

Aiden smiled humorlessly. “So it seems.”

“What’s going on with Talia?” I asked.

“She’s been scheming with Lucian Tepes to convince me that I need to be involved with this project. Lucian Tepes. Do either of you recognize, that name?”

“No,” said Liam.

“I do,” I said, frowning. “He’s a vampire. I’ve never met him, but I’ve heard of him.”

“He’s dangerous and involved with some radical vampire group that believes that only a dead lycan is a good lycan.”

“You’re kidding?” said Liam, now angry. “And Talia is involved with this guy?”

He sighed. “Yes. Apparently, Lucian Frazer is actually Tepes.” He turned to me. “Slade, tell me what you know about Talia.”

I let out a ragged sigh and started from the beginning, explaining how she’d lied and used me to become a vampire. Then how her sister had killed herself.

“Oh, man… I’m sorry. Liam never mentioned Vanessa,” he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “That must have been a horrible time in your life.”

“Oh, yeah. So you can see, after that, I distanced myself from Talia. She’s poison. Funny, this doesn’t surprise me. This thing with Lucian.”

“Well, it surprises me. What’s even worse is I think she used Steve, to get to me.”

“What do you mean?” asked Liam.

“Steve is the one who introduced us.”

“Do you think he knows about Lucian?” I asked.

“No. I can’t imagine that he does. From what I’ve learned, Lucian despises lycan.”

“Have you talked to Steve or Talia yet?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he said, getting up. He walked over to his desk and turned on the laptop. “I’m waiting for evidence of Talia’s involvement with Lucian. My informant is going to send me some pictures. Oh, good, I’ve already gotten them.”

Liam and I stood up and walked over to his desk, anxious to see what was sent.

“Obviously, I had to have Dr. Shephard checked out. And Lucian Frazer. Good thing I did,” he said, clicking on a photo. He grunted. “And there they are.”

We looked at the screen and there were pictures of Talia and another man, naked together.

“This took place in New York, about a week ago. Lucian paid her a visit.” He sighed. “Yep, that’s definitely him.” He clicked on another photo and shook his head, scowling. “That bastard. He’ll do anything to get his hands on my money.”

“Including Talia,” said Liam.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the desk. After several seconds he looked at us. “I’m going to keep the meeting. See how far they want to take this.”

“Do you think this Shephard is a fraud, too?”

“No. My contact says he’s legit. He actually really is a scientist. He’s not too sure about the research, thinks that it has to do with DNA conversion, but I guess that’s what we’re going to learn about tomorrow.”

“What about Steve?” asked Liam.

“I’m not saying anything to him until after we find out what’s going on tomorrow. Don’t you dare say anything either,” he said, looking at Liam.

Liam scowled. “Of course not.”

“Did you ever find them after you left us in the hall?” I asked.

“Talia was in her chamber. She sent me a text. Steve, he was with one of the servants.”

“What was he doing with one of the servants?” I asked.

“Her,” he answered, chuckling.

AFTER MELODY LEFT my chamber, I locked the door, thankful they’d installed deadbolts, because there was no way in hell I was about to let Slade back into my bedroom. I couldn’t trust him, let alone allow him to touch me.

Mumbling to myself, I grabbed a cotton nightgown that one of the chambermaids had given me, and slipped it on. Then I blew out the lantern and got into bed. The bed that I’d almost lost my virginity thirty minutes ago.

What the hell had I been thinking?

I stared at the fireplace, my mind on Slade.

Had he been playing me all along?

I thought about how he’d claimed that he had never had sex with his fans, or anyone else, for that matter, in a very long time.

Was that just to get down my pants?

The more I thought about it, the clearer things became. If he was cold enough to sleep with his girlfriend’s twin sister, then he really had no heart at all. It made me angry.

What else was he keeping from me?

I thought about my parents again, and my eyes filled with tears.

I should be thinking about them, I thought, disgusted with myself.

Instead, I was pining over a vampire. A lying, cheating, jerk who would say anything to get into a girl’s pants.

Never again!

I pulled the blanket up to my neck and closed my eyes, determined to push him out of my thoughts. He didn’t deserve that kind of attention. Frustrated, I tried to fall asleep, but my mind wasn’t having any of it. After several more minutes of trying to find a comfortable position, I got out of bed and sat down next to the fire. As I stared into the flames, I was reminded of the time my parents had taken me skiing for the very first time, and that brought a smile to my face. We’d trekked into the lodge after skiing on the bunny hill, and I’d marveled at the enormous fireplace, while sipping on hot cocoa. Someone had hung Christmas stockings from the mantel and decorated it festively. I’d imagined Santa sliding down the chimney, with plenty of room to land, hoisting his red overstuffed sack of presents.

“Do you think that he really stops here to deliver toys?” I’d asked, staring at the stockings.

“Probably,” said my father, smiling at me. “I’m sure the people who own this place have children of their own. Those are probably their stockings.”

I stared at the wood burning in the fireplace and frowned. “How does he know when there’s a fire? So that he doesn’t get burned?”

“He’s magic. Even if there is a fire burning, it can’t hurt him,” said my mother. “So, don’t ever worry about Santa.”

“Okay. I can’t wait for Christmas this year, to see what he brings me. What was the best present that you guys ever got?” I asked them. “Mine has been my bike.” I’d gotten a bright red one the year before, and had ridden it in the garage until the snow had melted in the spring.

“That’s an easy answer, honey,” replied my dad, touching my hand. “You are definitely the best present we’ve ever received. Right, mommy?”

“Yes,” she said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to us. The very best.”

A knock on the door pulled me back from my memories. I brushed at the tears on my cheek and walked towards it, hesitantly.

“Yes?” I said, not opening it. I had a sinking feeling that I knew exactly who it was.

“Chelsey,” said Slade, softly. “It’s me. Open up.”

“Go away.”

He paused. “What do you mean, go away?”

“Just do it.”

He sighed. “Chelsey, open up. Please.”

“Why?”

“To talk.”

I clenched my fists.

To talk?

He wanted to talk?

I’d give him something to talk about.

I unbolted the door and swung it open, ready to give him a piece of my mind. As soon as I saw him standing there, however, I knew that I’d made a mistake. Just looking at him, at his sensual smile, and deep green eyes, made my heart race.

Why did he have to have such an effect on me?

He stared at my nightgown. “Well, look at you… ready for bed?”

“Yes,” I said icily. “It’s after one, I’m sure. What else would I be doing?”

His smile disappeared. “What’s wrong?”

I turned and walked away from the door. “I know about Talia.”

He walked in and shut the door. “So? What about her?”

I walked over to the fireplace and stood next to it. “You slept with her.”

He didn’t say anything.

I turned around and looked at him. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

He frowned. “How did you find out?”

I glared at him. “So, it’s really true?”

“Yes, but it’s complicated. I didn’t mean to do it.”

I laughed coldly. “Right. Is that what you told Vanessa before she killed herself?”

He rushed forward so fast that I didn’t even see him move. “What did you say?” he asked, angrily.

I looked up at him, feeling suddenly small. But my anguish gave me courage to keep going. “Don’t you think that sleeping with her twin sister might have sent her over the edge and not the fact that you were a vampire?” I snapped.

“You don’t know the whole story, so if I were you, I’d stop. Now,” he demanded.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like admitting the truth? What about that story of how being a vampire was a curse? It didn’t stop you from turning Talia into one though, did it?”

His face was red and he looked so furious that I had to take a step back. “Trust me, you don’t know what went on,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Then tell me!” I cried. “Why did you cheat on someone you supposedly loved? And why should I trust you now?”

“The only thing that you need to know is that I didn’t cheat on Vanessa knowingly. And as for you and me – you’re right. You can’t trust me.”

I scowled at him. “Obviously I’ve figured that out!”

He grabbed me by the shoulders and for a second, I thought he would shake me. “You can’t trust me because deep down, you’ve thought the worst of me the moment we met,” he said angrily. “Hell, you’ve never given me a chance.”

“A chance?” I snapped. “I believe that I gave you several chances.”

“Oh, really? You didn’t even bother to ask me what happened. You just started accusing me. That’s not a sign of trust, honey.”

I raised my index finger and pointed it at him. “You have to earn trust, honey!”

“What more could I have done to earn your trust?” he hollered. “I saved your life, more than once. I brought you out here to keep you safe! What more do you want from me?”

“Nothing! I don’t want anything from you, Slade!” I yelled back.

“Fine!”

I raised my chin. “Yeah, it is fine!”

His eyes were glowing as he glared at me. “God, you’re so damn infuriating.”

Ignoring him, I pointed to the door. “I think we’re done here. Get out.”

He took a step toward me and pulled me roughly to him. “You might be done, but I’m not,” he growled, smashing his lips over mine.

Gasping, I kissed him back, still furious, but insanely… wanting him more than ever. I slid my fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth closer, our lips bruising the others as we kissed angrily.

“I need you,” he whispered against my mouth, as he gripped my buttocks with his fingertips, pulling me closer. I could feel how much he wanted me and a wave of fire ignited inside of my pelvis. But, then an image of him with Talia flashed through my mind, bringing me back to my senses.

“No,” I said, pushing him away from me. I stumbled backwards, away and out of his reach. “We can’t do this.”

“Why?” he asked, frustrated. His hair was sticking up at different angles, and I had to fight from throwing myself at him. He looked so damn sexy. “Give me a reason why.”

“I hate you,” I said, frantic for him to leave.

“Hate? That’s a pretty strong statement. I don’t believe you,” he whispered, his emerald eyes searching mine.

I took a few steps back and fortunately, he didn’t notice that I’d grabbed the dagger from the dresser. I held it behind my back. “It’s the truth.”

He smirked. “You make a terrible liar.”

My body trembled, but not from fear. It was the overwhelming desire for a man that I couldn’t trust. A man who had a thirst for blood, and apparently… treachery. My reaction to him was infuriating. “Is that right? And you think you know me so well?”

He reached up and gently placed his index finger on the pulse of my neck. “I know what I feel.”

I pushed his hand away. “Give me a break. You don’t know anything about what I feel.”

“On the contrary. Your face is flushed and your heart is racing.” He grinned darkly. “You want me as much as I want you. Admit it.”

I clenched my fist, wanting to slam it into his arrogant face. “What I want… is to kill you. That thought excites the hell out of me.”

His eyes moved to my nightgown and he took another step toward me. “And you excite the hell out of me, Chelsey.”

I looked down and cursed myself for allowing him into my chamber. The material was almost transparent in the soft lighting. I gripped the dagger tightly, wondering exactly what I was going to do with the damn thing, anyway.  “I swear to God, if you don’t step away from me, I’ll scream. I’ll scream so loud that everyone will come running.”

He touched the top button of my nightgown and smiled. “I’d rather hear you scream in pleasure.”

I stiffened up. “You’re a real prick. You know that?”

His smile faded. “So, I’ve been told.” He removed his hand, but his fingertips brushed the tip of my breast, making my sex quiver in pleasure.

I nodded at the doorway. “Get out of my room. I’m not going to ask you again.”

“Good, because it’s getting annoying.” He pulled me into his arms. “And I have a much better use for your lips,” he whispered, leaning in to show me.

I touched the end of the blade to his waist. “Do you feel that?”

His eyes widened and then glittered with amusement. “A knife?”

“Move away or I swear… I’ll use it on you.”

He leaned forward and I could feel the heat of his breath caressing my earlobe. “You know what they say – some things are worth dying for.”

“I doubt that Vanessa –”

“Enough!” He knocked the knife out of my hands and pushed me down onto the bed. Then he got on top of me and stared down into my eyes. “Don’t mention her in this bedroom. This is between you and me now.”

I stared up at him with unshed tears. “Get off of me!”

Sighing, Slade rolled away from me and onto his back. He stared up at the canopy. “Chelsey, this is ridiculous. Look, I didn’t think I was being unfaithful to Vanessa. I thought that when I’d made love to Talia, that it was her. Talia tricked me into believing she was Vanessa.”

My eyes widened. “She did?”

“Yes. Talia deceived me just as much as she did Vanessa. I loved Vanessa. I would have never hurt her in that way.” He rolled to his side and stared down at my face. “I swear to God.”

I frowned. Why couldn’t he have just told me that?

“Anyway, enough about that. It happened over a century ago. This is now and I’m here, with you,” he said, grabbing my hand. He kissed my knuckles tenderly. “And, there is nobody else that I’d rather be with.”

I sighed. “I’m… sorry,” I whispered, feeling slightly ashamed. He’d been right. I’d jumped to conclusions without giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“It’s okay.”

“You can stay if you want.”

He dropped my hand and touched my nightgown. “You know very well that if I stay, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.”

“I won’t stop you,” I whispered, as he began to caress my outer thigh through the fabric.

“You should, though,” he said, moving closer to me.

I stared up at him. “Maybe I should, but I don’t want to.”

He leaned down and kissed me. “Now I know that I should go. We should take this slower.”

“What if I don’t want you to go?” I pouted, still wound up and aching for his touch.

His eyes traveled down my body. “What do you think is going to happen if I stay?”

“Something I need,” I whispered, touching his lower lip.

His smile was dark. “Something you need? How do you know that I can give you what you need?”

“I just know,” I replied, slipping my hand around the back of his neck. I pulled his mouth to mine and began kissing him.

As he kissed me back, I felt his hand pull my nightgown up until my thigh was exposed. He rubbed the outside of it slowly with the palm of his hand. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I answered, as his hand moved to my inner thigh, sending a wave of heat to my pelvis.

He brought his lips back down and kissed me again. First softly and then with an urgency that took my breath away. I slid my hand up to the back of his head, enjoying the silkiness of his hair. I felt an incredible urge to pull it, and when I did, he groaned in the back of his throat. Then he pulled away and began kissing my jawline and then my neck. “You smell so good,” he whispered, licking the skin under my earlobe.

“You do too,” I said breathlessly as his hand moved closer to my panties. I closed my eyes and moaned as he made love to my neck with his tongue and lips. From the attention he was giving me there, it was obviously his favorite place to be. When I felt his teeth graze my skin, I squealed.

“Sorry,” he said, breathing heavy. “I won’t bite you. I promise.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered.

He began kissing me hungrily on the lips again and that’s when his hand moved along the edge of my panties.

I stiffened up.

“Has anyone ever touched you there?” he whispered, running his finger over my most private spot.

“No,” I gasped. I moaned as he did it again, and again, teasing me. “It tickles.”

He moved his hand away.

“It’s okay,” I said, pushing my pelvis against his hand, wanting more.

“You’re driving me crazy. I’m trying to take this slow but…” he slid his hand under the fabric and groaned. “It isn’t easy.”

I gasped as he began to explore my folds. Soon, he was moving his fingers around and I was making mewling noises against his chest, not sure if I wanted him to stop or continue. The frenzied fluttering inside of my pelvis increased, until I felt like I was going to go mad. Then something seemed to explode from deep within, and I cried out in in a mixture of ecstasy and relief.

Slade whispered something and kissed my forehead as I shuddered in his arms. When my body was calm, he moved his hands up to both of my breasts and squeezed.

“Now it’s my turn,” he whispered, pulling up my nightgown.

I helped him remove it and then lay back down, feeling suddenly very shy. I covered my breasts with my arm, but he pulled it away.

“You’re beautiful. Don’t you dare hide yourself from me,” he said, before kissing me. As he slid his tongue into my mouth, I relaxed and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Here,” he said, helping me. Soon his shirt was off and I was able to run my hands along his chest and shoulders to his wide, muscular back. His lips returned to mine, hungry and rough. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he cupped my breasts, while grinding his hips into me.

“Chelsey,” he said, breaking away from my lips. He squeezed my hips against his pelvis so that I could feel his hardness, and his eyes were like cinder as they bored into mine. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes,” I replied, nodding vehemently. “More than anything.”

He kissed me again and then asked me if I wanted to unbutton his pants

“Okay,” I said, swallowing, I slowly unbuttoned them, my hand trembling.

He guided my fingers to his underwear and asked me to touch him in a ragged voice. I slid my fingers under the fabric and wrapped my hand around his manhood. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed too big for where it was supposed to go. I suddenly felt nervous, wondering if I was really ready.

I removed my hand as Slade pushed his pants down and away from his hips, kicking them off the bed. Then he positioned himself between my legs.

“You sure?” he asked, staring down at me. With his broad shoulders, chiseled pecs, and tapered waist, I couldn’t imagine any other guy looking so sexy.

“I think so.”

He tilted his head and smiled. “You think?”

I lowered my lashes, embarrassed. “I… um… I’m just worried about the pain.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised and then began kissing me again.

I returned his kisses and then moaned when he moved lower and began teasing my nipples with his tongue. Then it was back to my lips, and before I realized what was happening, he was pushing against my opening, while holding the outside of my hips firmly.

“Relax,” he whispered when I clenched up. He smiled gently. “It’s going to feel really good. I promise.”

I nodded and let him try again. This time, he pushed and pushed until something seemed to give, and before I knew it, he was buried deep inside of me.

“There,” he said, hoarsely. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

I didn’t tell him, but good wasn’t exactly how I’d describe the achy burn he’d caused by popping my cherry. I wondered what the big deal was with sex, and ended up digging my nails into his lower back when he went deeper and then pulled out. I don’t know why, but it seemed to make him go faster. After a while, however, his thrusts began to feel good. Really good.

“Slade,” I moaned as he hit a spot that felt amazing.

“Chelsey,” he gasped, his face twisting in pleasure. Grabbing my hips tightly, he stopped moving and shuddered against me. I could feel his heart pounding against mine as he collapsed on top of me.

“Slade,” I whispered.

“What?” he said, still breathing hard.

“Did you just… come inside of me?” I asked, worried.

“Uh, huh.”

“I can’t get pregnant, can I?”

He let out a sigh. “We aren’t compatible, as far as making babies go.”

“Okay. Well, that’s good. I’m too young to have a baby.”

He rolled off of me and pulled me into the crook of his arm. “I wouldn’t have done it if I thought we had anything to worry about.”

“I figured you knew what you were doing.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Are you okay?”

I was sore. I knew that. I touched the area between my legs and noticed that I was bleeding.

“There’s blood,” I said, reaching for the nightgown. “I need to clean up.”

“Is there a lot?” he asked, stiffening up.

“Kind of.” I laughed. “You’re not getting all worked up about it, are you?”

“It’s blood,” he said matter-of-factly, and then smiled. “But, you’ve managed to work me up much more than blood ever could.”

“I doubt that,” I said, pulling the nightgown over my head.

He crawled over to me. “You have no idea, Chelsey. Ever since I saw you at Club Nightshade, something came over me. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Hell,” he grinned. “I even got a boner and that’s never happened to me on stage.”

I laughed. “A boner? Wow, how… flattering.”

He smiled. “It was embarrassing. Anyway, it wasn’t just the fact that you had me all hot-and-bothered. I really felt there was a connection between us. Something that I haven’t felt since…”

“Vanessa?” I asked.

He sighed. “Yes. But… with you, it’s more gratifying. I mean, you know what I am and accept me anyway.”

I smiled.

He touched my cheek lovingly. “I hope you don’t regret losing your virginity to me. I’m thrilled that I got to be a part of it.”

My cheeks grew pink. “It was a thrilling… ride,” I answered, laughing.

He nuzzled my ear. “I’ve got an unlimited wrist-band with your name on it. Let me know when you’re ready to go again.”

“I definitely will,” I whispered as he kissed me again. “But, it probably won’t be until tomorrow.”

“You mean, today?” he said. “It’s after one.”

“Yes. Today,” I answered.

He reached down and grabbed his pants. “Speaking of which, I’m going to let you get some sleep.”

“You’re welcome to stay the night here with me,” I said, not wanting him to leave. I smiled. “I mean, you are my husband-to-be, right?”

“That’s what Talia thinks, but everyone else knows the truth. We’d have a lot of explaining to do if Liam or Melody finds us in the morning.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Not that I want to keep it a secret,” he replied, squeezing my knee. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re my girl now. I mean, I know it’s too early to call this love, but, you mean a lot to me. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you to know that.”

“Me, too,” I answered, feeling the butterflies in my stomach go stir-crazy. I had never been in love, but I did feel something for him, already. Something deep.

He leaned over and kissed me deeply. When he pulled away, his eyes were glowing again. “I’m already getting hard again. I’ve got to get out of here or you won’t be able to walk later.”

I laughed.

He got dressed and then I walked him to the door.

“I’ll see you in a few hours. Try to get some sleep.”

I smiled at him. “I will. You, too. Uh, do you sleep?”

He nodded. “Yes. Sometimes.”

“Okay. Well then you rest up, too. We’re going to have a long day ahead of us.”

He gave me one of his sexy grins. “And maybe a longer night?”

“Of course.”

He pulled me into his arms and gave me another deep kiss before he left. When he was gone, I leaned against the door and let out ragged sigh. My family and my best friend were gone, but now, at least, I still had Melody and now… Slade.

AFTER LEAVING CHELSEY, I went in search of Talia, still furious that she’d been talking trash about me. I knew I should stay far away from the bitch, but she needed to know that she was stepping over the line, once again.

I walked to each of the chambers until I picked up her scent behind one of the heavy doors. It was two floors down from Chelsey’s, which was comforting. I didn’t want Talia anywhere near her, and I’d already decided to stay the rest of the night, guarding her any way that I could. As I raised my hand to knock, my ears picked up the sound of her voice talking to someone on the phone.

“Lucian, they already know something is up between us. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” she whispered. “I don’t know, it wasn’t from me.” She paused, listening to him. “The meeting hasn’t been called off, though. Who, Slade? Yes, Slade he’s here. I didn’t know he would be…. Of course not. Settle down, there’s nothing going on between us.”

Damn right, I thought. I wouldn’t touch that bitch with anything but a wooden stake. I lowered my hand and listened, hoping to hear something that might help Aiden. What I heard next confused the hell out of me.

“He doesn’t know. I never told him,” she said, sounding frustrated. “Why would I? My sister deserved everything that she got but… he was just as guilty. No, Lucian, I would never take him back. Besides, he has no idea. Remember that note I wrote?”

The note?

The suicide note?

Something twisted in my gut and I began to wonder if Talia had killed Vanessa. She could have forged the note. To save herself. I started getting angrier, thinking of the possibilities.

“No. We never had sex. What is up with you tonight?” She let out a ragged breath. “It was Talia. I was a virgin when you found me, Lucian. I can’t believe you don’t remember. Slade broke my heart… but you…” her voice caught. “You’re the one who mended it. I love you.”

Her words hit me like freight train and I had to grab onto the wall.

Vanessa.

She was alive...

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ZOMBIE GAMES SERIES

Origins

Running Wild

Dead Endz

Road Kill

End Zone

NIGHT ROAMERS SERIES

Blur

Shiver

Vengeance

Illusions

VENOM SERIES

Venom

Slade

Toxic

WITCHES OF BAYPORT SERIES

Enchanted Secrets

Enchanted Objects

Contemporary Fiction

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TANGLED SERIES

Tangled Beauty

Tangled Mess

Tangled Fury

Sharp Edges – stand-alone book

Table of Contents

Copyright ©2014 by Kristen Middleton
PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4
“I HATE YOU,”
“CHELSEY, YOU HAVE
MELODY SUCKED IN

“Actually, I lost my purse after they kidnapped me,” said Melody, grabbing a napkin. She wiped the da...

“HOW IN THE
is

I stared at her in horror. “Are you really that oblivious to everything? Our parents have been killed...

I PACED AROUND

Sighing, I reached into my jeans and pulled out the white towel I’d taken from the motel. As I wiped ...

AFTER MELODY WAS

I removed my clothes and stepped into the tub. As I lowered myself into the water, I looked around th...

“OH NO… WE
“I’m sure it’s an
“OBVIOUSLY WE DO
He frowned. “What do you mean you already
I STEPPED OUT

“Piss off,” he replied, scowling. “She’s freaking out, okay? Has told me some horrible things about F...

LIAM TALKED OUR
lycan,” said Liam. “Not someone you could cheat on and live to tell about it.”

“How long were you together?” she asked.

“SO, ENOUGH ABOUT

We walked over and started looking around. Most of the items consisted of fishing, hunting, and campi...

I LOOKED DOWN
“WHERE’S YOUR CAR?”
TEN MINUTES LATER
“OH, MY GOD

“From what I’ve heard, she isn’t exactly a helpless little girl,” he answered. “I think he was just g...

“GOING MY WAY?”

WE CONTINUED DRIVING

“It doesn’t stop you from spending thousands of dollars on your wardrobe,” said Slade, opening up the...

“Yes. My oldest brother, Aiden, owns the jet,” said Liam. “I called him yesterday and he was supposed...

“WE’RE HERE,” I
“And how do you know what obsesses me?”
WHEN WE ARRIVED

“That’s because I am,” I admitted, crossing my arms under my chest. “Everything is happening so quick...

THIRTY MINUTES LATER
THE PLANE WAS
“I bet.”
“Well, good luck with that,” I said, yawning.
A SHORT TIME

Liam grinned. “Excellent. I’ll go check it out. You got any cash on you?”

I’M NOT EXACTLY

“HERE IT IS,”

“Indeed. Where would you like this?” he asked, holding up my travel bag.

“WELL, THAT WAS

“That what? We’d fallen madly in love with each other?” he asked, smiling.

THIRTY MINUTES AFTER

She stepped away from me. “How can you say that? I took risks to learn the truth! To save you from th...

“What… what are you talking about?” I murmured, trying to get up. As I moved, I noticed two things th...

LIFTOFF WAS MUCH

“I DON’T CARE

“Win another hand and maybe I will tell you,” I said softly. It wasn’t my favorite subject, but, for ...

“To… thank you?”
BY THE TIME
AS THE LIMO
THE RIDE TO
I’D STAYED AT
THE CASTLE WAS

We took our time finding the dining room, which was more of a dining

Sighing, Slade sat back down.
AFTER LIAM RAN
IN THREE STRIDES
I MET UP

“I do know you and… I have to say, I’m pretty damn proud of you.”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Okay. Send me the photos. You have my email. I’ll get back to you...

AFTER MELODY LEFT

As he kissed me back, I felt his hand pull my nightgown up until my thigh was exposed. He rubbed the ...

AFTER LEAVING CHELSEY

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