Lore seemed to be digesting this, his eyebrows drawn together. "You were in my apartment for several days. I know what happens."
But they hadn"t made love then. Now they had something to lose. "Turning into a corpse is a deal-ender for so many relationships. I don"t want that."
Strength was draining from her like a bath with no plug in the drain. Talia was starting to shake, her muscles too starved for energy to sit up. She lowered herself onto the pillow, tears of frustration filling her eyes. Why couldn"t we have had a few more minutes before the night had to end?
Wordlessly, Lore lay down beside her, cradling her against him. Gently, he kissed away the wetness that had leaked from beneath her lashes.
Talia"s heart hurt, strained with too much emotion. Ecstasy. Attraction. Sadness. Anger. It wasn"t fair. She"d been so strong, a s.e.x G.o.ddess, an equal to Lore just minutes ago. Now she was an invalid, withering away in his arms. An object of pity.
Why doesn"t he just go?
"Do you hurt?" he asked, his voice soft with concern. He was warm, a walking furnace. He felt so good.
"No. I go numb. It"s like dying every morning." If only she could hide, keep him thinking she was the Talia of an hour ago ... but she could barely move.
"Sh." He brushed a hair from her face. "Once, the hounds guarded souls on their journey to worlds beyond this one. When you are with one of us, when you are with me, you can sleep soundly."
Despite herself, Talia managed a smile. "You"ll be my guard dog."
He touched her nose with the tip of his finger. "Absolutely. You"ll not be alone. Not one step of the way."
She could feel the darkness rushing toward her. "I"m always afraid I"ll never wake up."
Lore watched as her face went slack, her lips parting slightly. At the last second, he had seen her fear. An unexpected sadness ached in his throat as she faded from life to wherever the vampires slept.
He hadn"t expected to feel so alone.
Chapter 24.
Friday, December 31, 4:00 p.m.
Empire Hotel
Talia woke. When her mind finally organized itself, remembered where she was and what had happened, she found herself staring at Lore"s naked back, her gaze following the roll of muscle as he shifted his weight. He was sitting at the end of the bed, typing into his cell phone.
He"d stayed through the day. I"m not alone. When was the last time she had awakened with someone? Years. Long before Belenos had taken her. It was with Tom.
She held that thought at arm"s length, not wanting to acknowledge it. Guilt had kept her solitary for years, but last night something fundamental had changed.
She"d told him who the real Talia was, and he hadn"t rejected her.
I"m not alone, she thought again, this time feeling the wonder of it. After all that"s happened to me. After all the things I"ve done, whether I meant to or not. Cautious joy crept in, not sure how long it would be welcome. She wasn"t used to being happy.
Lore thumbed off the phone and twisted around so that he could see her. The gesture was fluid, not at all human. For a moment, she wondered how much of him was pure camouflage. Really, what did it matter? Human? h.e.l.lhound? Lore was Lore. Since when were you the poster child for interspecies tolerance?
Since she had six and a half feet of uber-gorgeous male giving her a wake-up smile. I had s.e.x. Oh, golly, I had s.e.x! She did her best to keep the jubilation off her face.
"Good morning," he said.
"Hey." She rolled onto her side to face him as he set the phone down and bent to kiss her. He tasted just as good as she remembered. "What"s going on in the world outside?"
"The humans are going to start celebrating New Year"s Eve in a few hours."
"I bet Joe"s looking forward to a busy night. How"s the snow?"
"I hear cars. They must have cleared more of the roads."
I bet I could get out of town now. Only now Talia didn"t want to leave. But if she stayed, where could she go? She had to get the money from Mich.e.l.le"s condo and consider her options.
"I was just talking to Bevan, my Beta. The police are watching the condo building. Baines is looking for both of us now. He knows I"m hiding you."
Obviously, he"d guessed her thoughts. She rose up on her elbow. "I"m so sorry you got dragged into this."
"It"s my job." He stroked her hair with his palm. "We"ll figure this out. For now, we can stay with the pack."
"Doesn"t that put them in danger?"
"From Detective Baines? I don"t think so. The human police never venture into Spookytown after dark."
"Maybe they met Mavritte."
He gave a dry chuckle. "She has a way of making visitors uncomfortable."
Talia pulled the blanket closer around her. "That includes me."
He gave a small shake of his head. "I won"t allow her to bother you. I"ve given her a long leash, but it ends there. You"re my guest. Everyone will know you"re to be protected."
She pulled her arm out from under the covers, looking at her tattoo. "I guess I shouldn"t say anything about this."
He gave her a considering look. "Not yet. Let the hounds get to know you first. They"re good people, but the Hunter legends go back long before our time in the Castle. Fireside tales to scare the pups."
Talia felt herself flushing. "I guess I am your walk on the wild side."
"And what a lovely view it is from here."
"Thank you," she said, because that was all she could think of to say. Her mind was spinning, curious and terrified at the notion of meeting an entire pack of h.e.l.lhounds. Lore was an impressive enough presence that he filled a room just by being in it. It was hard to imagine him times dozens more. No wonder the police kept their distance.
Lucky for her. It was ironic that she"d spent so long hunting monsters, only to end up relying on them for protection.
"Don"t look so worried." He traced his fingertips down her shoulder, leaving her skin tingling with antic.i.p.ation.
Talia didn"t reply. She was too mesmerized by the obvious strength in his chest and arms. She"d felt that strength last night, the memory of it sending fresh explosions of need through her core.
Lore took hold of the edge of the blanket and gave it a firm tug, pulling it loose from her fingers. "We don"t have to leave right away."
"Good."
By the time they finally made it out of the Empire, Talia had lost count of the favors she owed Joe, including the use of his washer and dryer to get the tunnel mud out of her jeans. Lore led her down the mostly shoveled sidewalks. Icicles clung to the rooflines, showing the temperature had risen during the day, but it was bitterly cold now.
Thankfully, their walk was short. She hadn"t been down these streets before, but the air of hard work and not enough money reminded her a bit of her old neighborhood. A group of young people, neither teens nor fully adults, stood in a tight cl.u.s.ter by the entrance of a convenience store. At least a few were vampires. A werebear-he had to be by the size-was lifting his truck out of a s...o...b..nk. A movie theater was having a midnight showing of Rocky Horror. Talia wondered what the monsters made of that.
Lore turned south, and Talia knew at once they were in his pack"s territory. A pair of colossal black hounds sat at the entrance to the street. They stood as Lore pa.s.sed, dipping their huge heads. Lore acknowledged them with a nod and slipped his arm around Talia.
The gesture was as much territorial as affectionate. Her independent streak objected, but Talia understood the necessity on werebeast lands. She was a guest, not an invader, as long as Lore gave her his protection. Without it, she was vulnerable.
He kept his arm circled around her until they reached his destination, a green door in a row of old, two-story houses. Before he could knock, the door was opened by a woman Talia guessed to be around seventy. She wore what looked like traditional dress, hand dyed and embroidered, along with sneakers and an acrylic cardigan. It was the kind of mix Talia had seen before in ethnic communities. In another generation, little trace of the traditional would remain.
The old woman said something in the h.e.l.lhound language, giving Talia a sharp look. She tensed, feeling very much like she Did Not Belong.
"This is Talia," Lore replied in English. "She is a friend who needs to stay for a night or two."
"Come in. Our bread and meat are yours." The woman spoke slowly, with a thick accent. The words sounded ritualized but also routine, much like someone would offer a cup of coffee.
"Thank you, ma"am," Talia replied. The welcome relieved her. She didn"t want to get Lore into trouble with his pack.
"This is Osan Mina," Lore said. "She is one of our Elders."
He put his mouth close to her ear. " "Osan" is like grandmother, "Obar" like grandfather. Anyone who is an Elder is called "Osan" or "Obar." They are terms of respect."
"Got it."
"Thank you." He sounded relieved in his turn. Apparently one did not slight the Elders and get away with it. Talia understood; her own grandmother had been the sweetest woman she"d ever met, until somebody ticked her off.
"I"m honored to meet you." Talia gave a slight bow to Osan Mina, as she"d seen Lore do. It must have struck the right chord, because the woman stepped back, gesturing them inside. As they took off their coats and boots, Talia looked around with interest. Everything was done in colors so bright and varied the air seemed to vibrate.
"Is Helver at home?" Lore asked, following Mina into the kitchen. Talia trailed after him.
Mina replied, still in English. "He helps Obar Ranik get snow off roof."
"I need to go see him. I"ve let him stew long enough."
As Talia and Lore sat at the table, Mina filled an enamel kettle and set it on the stove. "You have tea first. You go out, everyone want to talk. You not come back to Mina and Talia."
Lore gave one of his trademark grins. He might treasure his private apartment a few streets away, Talia thought, but on some level he must have enjoyed being at the middle of everything. He was the go-to guy.
There was a small stack of books at the end of the table. Talia saw a child"s reader on top. "Do you have grandchildren, Osan Mina?"
"I have grandson, Helver."
"That"s his," Lore said, nodding at the stack of books. "He"s a young man, though, not a child. Most of the h.e.l.lhounds are just learning to read English."
The teacher in her perked up. "Do you have cla.s.ses?"
He shook his head. "Nothing formal. Volunteers come when they can."
That made Talia"s head spin. Reading was as natural to her as breathing. "I saw the stack of books by your bed. How did you learn to read?"
"When I lived in the Castle, I had a young friend who was an incubus. His mother taught me. Constance was kind to me because I looked out for her son."
Talia picked up the reader and opened the cover. The book looked well used, the pages scribbled over with crayon. "What about the h.e.l.lhound children? Do they go to school?"
"We"re still looking for someplace that will take them. Half-demons aren"t welcome in very many places."
Talia put the book down, trying to distance herself as a blast of anger roared through her gut. Humans complained that the other species didn"t integrate well into society-but how could they, when access was barred to something as basic as elementary education?
Mina put a tray with tea and cups on the table.
"Why not set up a private school?" Talia said. She wondered if anyone had published educational materials suitable to other species. See Were-Spot Run. See Spot Eat d.i.c.k and Jane. It had possibilities.
Lore put his hand over Talia"s. "Can we do that?"
She noticed Mina looking at their hands, and slid hers away. "Sure. It"s not simple to get through all the paperwork, but setting up a private school can be done. I can help."
Lore still watched her intently. Just being the focus of his attention made Talia"s mouth go dry, and that loss of control made her cautious.
"Just like that?" He sounded incredulous.
She shrugged. "You could even make funding it an election issue."
Lore"s eyes narrowed, as if he were imagining the possibilities.
Mina didn"t look happy. The old woman"s expression insisted that Lore belonged to the h.e.l.lhounds, not to a vampire waif. Talia doubted her credentials would impress the likes of the old woman and Mavritte. Forming any kind of a permanent bond with their Alpha, even a business arrangement, would probably spell trouble.
The realization turned her insides to stone, but a large part of her didn"t care. I have a master"s in education. This is about the kids.
Lore"s cell rang. He flipped it open. "Hey, Bevan."
Mina poured tea and silently slid a cup across to Talia. She took a tiny sip to be polite. It wasn"t blood, but she could get a small amount of hot liquid down without feeling sick. Lore stood and took his call into the next room. Without him, Talia had a sudden pang of awkwardness, and she cast about for a topic.
"How many school-aged children are there?" she asked Mina.
The older female shook her head. "There was big fight to leave Castle. Many have no parents. For every house where hounds live, there live two or three young."