"I see."
For some reason Antonietta immediately felt defensive. It was a silly reaction, when his words held no inflection whatsoever, but she had the feeling he was misinterpreting things she said. Over the years, she had learned to live without sight, judging reactions by voices and even tension in the air, but she couldn"t do that with Byron, and it made her feel vulnerable and off balance.
She pulled her hand out of his, aware he could feel her pulse jumping in her wrist. "Do you? That would be a miracle, when few people have a clue what my life has been like."
"But then I am not most people, am I?" There was the merest trace of mocking amus.e.m.e.nt in his voice.
"No, you"re not," she agreed. "You are someone very special. If you are not Jaguar and you are not quite human, what are you? What exactly? And don"t just put me off with some strange answer that doesn"t make sense."
"I am Carpathian, of the mountains in that region. My people are as old as time and we are of the earth. You have your legends of vampires and werewolves and jaguars, and we belong to that realm." He answered honestly in the way of life mates. His gaze didn"t leave her face, judging her expression there in the darkness.
"I know you"re different, Byron. It"s funny, I can accept the thought of Jaguars so easily, but a werewolf or vampire seems preposterous." She laughed softly at herself. "Why would that be? Why would my mind so easily accept one as reality but refuse to give the possibility of credence to the other?"
"A Carpathian is neither werewolf nor vampire. We are a species of people near extinction and fighting for our place in the world."
She turned his words over carefully in her mind, examining them for signs of a hidden meaning. "Are you like either of those species? You must be a shape-shifter just as a Jaguar is. I"ve done a tremendous amount of research on the legends and mythology of the Jaguar people. Can you shift your shape? I can"t. I feel it reaching for me, and I know its somewhere inside of me, but on command, I can"t really do it. I have summoned the power of the creature but never really managed to bring the power out all the way."
"Yes, I can shift."
She hadn"t really expected him to admit it. The idea was exhilarating and frightening at the same time. She took a deep breath.
"Can you fly?"
"Yes. You know I can. I didn"t erase your memory of it."
She was in the dark, where she had grown most comfort- able, and she waited there for several heartbeats in silence to give her mind time to a.s.similate what he was telling her. Flying. Her heart soared at the idea of it, even when her human mind set limitations. "That would be such an enormous gift." Her lashes lifted. She couldn"t see him, but she looked directly at him. "For a gift so wonderful, there must be a terrible price."
Byron looked at her and wanted to laugh. She was sitting across from him. His life mate. Her bare skin gleaming in the firelight. His world of color dancing in front of his eyes. His emotions so raw and intense he could barely control them. What price had he paid? Centuries of a bleak existence. A world of gray and despair. The relentless whisper of evil calling to him. The endless minutes and hours and days and years of being truly alone. Her very existence had wiped it all away in a moment.
"I live, Antonietta. I have a way of life, and I live it. It is neither good nor bad to me to be the way I am. I simply am. I accept who I am, and I am proud of my people. We have honor and loyalty and many other traits of strength, but we also have weaknesses just as any race. I cannot walk in the sun. It would harm me. That is why I cannot be with you to guard you through certain hours of the day." His voice was very matter-of-fact. "I see beauty in the night, it is my world, my existence, and I love it. I want to share my world with you so you are never afraid in it. So you see its beauty for yourself and not just for me."
Antonietta didn"t know if it was what he said to her or how he said it, but she melted inside. Craved him. Wanted to wrap herself up inside of him, deep in his heart and soul. And she wanted to see his world and experience it. His voice nearly purred when he called the night beautiful. She lived in darkness, and she wanted to see it that way.
Antonietta couldn"t resist the temptation any longer. She simply stood and took the few steps to stand in front of him. Byron didn"t disappoint her. He reached for her just as she imagined he would, his hand sliding up her thigh, caressing the inside of her leg with graceful, expert fingers. Her body responded instantly with a heated liquid welcome, an eager antic.i.p.ation of the sheer magic waiting for her.
His hands urged her closer, and she went, standing be- tween his legs while his palm found her wet channel, pressing heavily in exploration. Flashes of light burst behind her eyes, a show of brilliant color, while her body pulsed with pleasure. His finger slipped inside, and her muscles clenched around him.
"When I"m with you, Byron, you make me feel like I can fly with you." She had to catch his head for balance when her legs threatened to give out. Her hips pushed against his hand, wanting more, wanting him.
Impatient, she simply moved forward, straddling his thighs so that he had no choice but to remove his hand and allow her what she most needed. Her hunger was rising rapidly, almost ravenous, an insatiable appet.i.te that could only be appeased momentarily. She settled her body over his. He was thick and hard and pierced her sheath slowly, filling her, stretching her, until the tight friction was incredible and perfect and everything she wanted.
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s brushed his chest, her hair fell in wild abandon as she began to move with her dancing rhythm, with all the volcanic pa.s.sion inside of her, waiting for him, waiting for Byron. She rode him hard and fast, slow and leisurely, giving them both exquisite pleasure. She heard sounds. The wind. The beat of her heart. Whispers somewhere far off. She felt everything. The texture of his skin, the shape of his bones, the definition of his muscles, and the endless rush of an o.r.g.a.s.m that rocked their world in complete harmony.
How could she not?" He lifted her chin to kiss her mouth lightly. "They are whispering together."
"How is it we can hear them, Byron? They"re downstairs. In the conservatory, I think. Why would we be able to hear them?
And why don"t they all go to bed and leave me alone?"
"Because, cara, you are important to them, and they love you. They are only showing their concern."
"Well, I wish, just for this one night, they would leave us alone."
The second set of footsteps, this time undeniably determined, was coming up the stairs. They listened as the door was approached. This time the knock was authoritative. "An-tonietta. Cara mia, you must open the door for me at once, or I"ll use the master key I"ve collected from Helena and open it. I mean it. I must see that you"re all right. You don"t have to talk to me, but you must allow me into your room. You"re scaring Nonno and the children." Tasha was very firm.
"She"ll open the door, too. Tasha would never bluff. I haven"t a st.i.tch on and the room is... Well, it"s obvious what we"ve been doing." Antonietta panicked.
Byron waved a hand toward the bathroom. At once there was the sound of running water coming from Antonietta"s private bath. The heady scent of their lovemaking dissipated, to be replaced by the fragrance of her favorite bath salt. Byron bent his head, took his time kissing her thoroughly. "You take a nice, refreshing bath. I know you have been secretly longing for one. I will let Tasha in and keep her occupied until you feel up to facing her."
Antonietta slipped from his lap. "Well, please put your clothes on. I don"t want her suddenly thinking you"re so hot she has to have you. Grazie. You amaze me how thoughtful you are." It was a measure of how upset she was with her family that she allowed him to handle the details, that she would allow him to meet with her cousin alone while she bathed in the adjoining room.
Byron waited until Antonietta had closed the door to the bath before sauntering over to the door. Another wave of his hand made the bed and clothed him in the way of his people.
He pulled open the door just as Tasha thrust the key in the lock.
Tasha screamed, a cry of shock and horror. Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening. "We all thought you were dead."
Her voice came out a whisper. "Thank the good Dio Paul didn"t kill you."
Byron stepped back courteously to allow her entry. Celt inspected their visitor and turned to follow his mistress into the large bathroom, making it clear he was on the alert. The closed door didn"t present a problem, the borzoi merely turned the k.n.o.b with his strong jaws and disappeared into the steam.
"Antonietta is taking a bath. I think it will help to calm her and make it easier for her to talk with her family," Byron volunteered. He followed the borzoi across the room, pulling the door closed to allow Antonietta complete privacy. He was hoping it would give Tasha time to recover. She was so pale he was afraid he might have to deal with an old-fashioned swoon.
"I had no idea you were here, or I wouldn"t have interrupted." She glanced at him from under long lashes. There was a mixture of weariness and relief in her dark eyes. "Antonietta was devastated over what happened, you know, and she blamed herself for leaving you when you were so injured. Paul doesn"t remember why they left either."
She sighed and paced away from him, putting distance between them to help recover from the shock. Tasha always found Byron"s presence unsettling, and up close, in her cousin"s bedroom, she found he seemed more powerful than ever. Tasha cleared her throat nervously. "I know I haven"t been very welcoming to you, but it is more than obvious Antonietta cares for you, and if you don"t mind, I"d like to start over."
Byron regarded her with a raised eyebrow. Her words had been forced out, and there was a small underlying spurt of distaste he caught in her tone. "Why the turnaround? You do not need to pretend with me in order to save Paul from prison. The incident will not be reported to the authorities. You have your cousin to thank for that."
A small smile tugged unexpectedly at the corners of Tasha"s mouth. "You don"t think much of any of us, do you?"
Byron didn"t answer her but crossed the room to the stained gla.s.s window. "Why do you dislike me so much, Tasha?"
She laughed softly, but there was little humor in her tone. "Because you are the first real threat to ever come to us."
He swung around, frowning at her, his dark eyes puzzled. "I am not a threat to you. You are Antonietta"s cousin. Unless you sought to harm her in some way, I would do my utmost to protect you. Why would you think me a threat?"
She turned her head away from him quickly but not before he caught the sheen of tears shimmering in her eyes. "That"s so like you." She waved a dismissing hand.
"Tell me." This time his voice was low and compelling. If she didn"t cooperate with a slight push, he had no problems pushing past the natural barriers in her mind to find her thoughts. As far as he was concerned, Antonietta"s family deserved little consideration.
"Look at me, Byron. You"ve never looked at me. I"m beautiful, my body is absolutely perfect." There was bitterness in her voice. "That"s all anyone sees when they look at me. They never look past it to see me. And if they did, I"m not talented like Antonietta or brainy like Paul. I can"t have children like Marita. The moment Christopher finds out I"m barren, he"ll get rid of me or take a mistress to have his child. Even if he didn"t, the moment my looks go, and they will eventually, he will abandon me. Nonno barely tolerates me, and Paul is too busy feeling sorry for himself. Franco doesn"t notice me because, why bother? I can"t talk about stocks and the business to him." She picked up her cousin"s perfume bottle and inhaled the fragrance. "I only matter to Antonietta. She can"t see the way I look, and she loves me for myself. Unconditionally. I never even had that from my parents. Of course you"re a threat to me. She"s actually interested in you. Really interested, not some pa.s.sing whim."
Tasha did turn to face him then. "I can see you"re a dangerous man, anyone can see it. It"s all over you, yet I know you"d never hurt her. But you"d take her away from us. Is it any wonder I fight for my own survival? Without her, I have no one." There was no self-pity in her voice, only stark truth.
Dark Symphony
"I think you are selling yourself short, Tasha. It is true that I have not seen you as a person other than Antonietta"s cousin. I have been rather obsessed with Antonietta since the first moment I laid eyes on her. I knew immediately she was born for me, my other half." He smiled at her, a genuine smile. "Please forgive me for not taking the time to know you. Antonietta is my world, and that means anyone in her world is in mine also. I have no intention of doing anything that would make her unhappy, and you are very important to her."
"You do have a certain charm, I can see why she might have fallen hard." Tasha made an effort to smile at him, in spite of her feelings.
"And you have many admirable traits you do not seem to regard as a.s.sets. You are wonderful with the children. They prefer you to their own mother."
"I haven"t quite figured out Marita yet," Tasha admitted. "I think about her a lot and wonder why she isn"t happy. If I had the children and a devoted husband, I wouldn"t need anything else."
"Not even money?" His eyebrow shot up.
"I"ve always had money, it"s just been a part of my life. I don"t know how not to have it, but it"s never made me happy," Tasha conceded.
"So your greatest wish is not to have more money?" There was a certain soft note to his voice. A mesmerizing, pure tone.
Tasha tilted her head toward him, her eyes suddenly dreamy. "My greatest wish is to have a child. I want a baby to hold in my arms. Just to love. I would have made a good mother. I would have liked the chance."
"I have missed much by my ignorance, Tasha. You are a special woman."
Tasha flashed a tentative smile. "Just for that, I suppose I could call a truce between us."
"I would very much appreciate that."
"Grazie, for saying I am important to Antonietta." She looked around the room. "How in the world did you manage to get in here without any of us seeing you? I think that"s one of the reasons everyone is a little afraid of you. No one ever sees you come and go."
Christine Feehan He grinned at her. "Like the proverbial ghost."
Tasha took a deep breath. "Do you really think Paul was trying to kill Antonietta? Do you think he"s capable of murdering her and Nonno because of a gambling debt?" Her questions came out in a little rush.
Byron hesitated, weighing his words carefully. "People do things they would not ordinarily do when they are very afraid. It is possible someone has threatened his life and he is desperate. I would hope not, but you know him better than anyone. What do you think?"
"I think I wish we were discussing Marita, not my brother. That one is so hungry for money and social position. She can"t even see what she has, she"s so greedy for more."
It was a typical Tasha comment, one Byron would have expected of her, but he felt he knew her a little better, and she simply said things for effect, not necessarily because she thought they were so. It was either a habit or a protection. Byron couldn"t decide which, and it didn"t matter.
Tasha sighed. "Paul used to have the sweetest heart. I hardly recognize him anymore. He takes advantage of everyone." She looked down at her hands. "If you had known him before, you could never have considered that he would try to harm Antonietta."
"Yet you are considering the possibility that Paul might choose to harm her now. Tell me this: If something happened to your grandfather, who inherits?"
"The bulk of his fortune would go to Antonietta. For all I know, it could already be in her name, but the rest of us would receive several million each."
"Several million each? That much? All of you?"
"Yes, of course. I don"t know exactly what Nonno"s worth, but it"s ma.s.sive. He"s quite wealthy. All of us will receive enough for a lifetime, even an excessive one."
"So everyone would benefit financially if Don Giovanni died? And if something were to happen to Antonietta? Is there a will?"
"Of course. A Scarletti doesn"t turn around without a will." Tasha looked uncomfortable. "I don"t really know who would inherit, but it is possible most of it would come to me."
"I see."
Two bright spots of color stained Tasha"s cheeks. Her enormous eyes flashed fire at him. "How dare you! What are you implying? Are you accusing me now?"
He raised his hand to calm her volatile nature. "I was merely gathering facts. I have no idea who would want to harm your cousin, but I doubt very much if you would do such a thing for money." Jealousy maybe. But not money. Byron thought it prudent to keep his thoughts to himself.
"What is going on out here?" Antonietta swept out of her private bath, fragrant and alluring.
Bryon"s breath caught in his lungs. Everything about Antonietta glowed from the inside out. He took her hand, brought her fingertips to his mouth. "Tasha and I are getting to know one another. We have, for your sake, decided to call a truce."
Tasha went right past Byron and gathered her cousin to her. "I was worried about you, Toni."
"I was worried about me, too," Antonietta admitted. "I honestly felt if Byron was gone, I couldn"t continue." She hugged Tasha back, feeling the trembling in her cousin"s body.
"You are far too sensitive, Antonietta. I should have taken precautions," Byron said. "Another Scarletti gift." The first blood exchange had bound them dangerously close. If one had nearly made her mad with grief, what repercussions would the second exchange bring? He frowned, suddenly worried.
"Byron is obviously alive and well," Tasha pointed out. "You can"t make yourself sick with grief like this again, Toni. And poor Nonno is beside himself. You must go to him, or he"ll never go to bed.""I will, Tasha. Until I knew Byron was safe and out of danger, I couldn"t bear to look upon anyone. And I need to check on Margurite, too. Is she happier now that she is home? Is she better tonight, Tasha? In less pain?"
"She"s very restless. Marita has been harping on her that Scarlettis do not cry, that we don"t make a fuss, that she should take the time confined as she is to study and fill her mind with great things. What do you suppose is wrong with that woman?" Tasha was clearly exasperated. "I"ve spent several hours reading to Margurite and playing games, but Marita won"t even allow television. She wants Margurite to read. Franco can"t even dissuade her, and he tried, I heard them argue. If you would look at her again and see if you can speed her healing, it would be wonderful."
Byron was intrigued with the way they took the Scarletti gifts for granted. It was a natural part of their lives, just as his gifts were. They were comfortable with the use of them.
"Byron has some ability in the area of healing. He"s the one who attended my shoulder, even when he was in such danger,"