"Danny Milton. I"m an old friend of Catherine"s."
Unsuspecting, Danny reached out to shake the hand that was offered to him. Bones grasped it and didn"t let go, even when Danny attempted to tug it free.
"Hey, man, I don"t want any trouble, I was just saying h.e.l.lo to Catherine and...uunnngghhhh."
"Don"t say a word." Bones spoke in a voice so low he was barely audible. Underneath his lashes, his eyes blazed with green fire and power leaked off him. His grip tightened, and I literally heard the bones shatter in Danny"s hand.
"Stop it," I breathed, standing up to touch him.
He was immobile under my fingers, only his hand kept contracting. Tears streamed down Danny"s face although he stayed silent, helpless under that green gaze.
"It isn"t worth it. You"re not changing anything that happened."
"He hurt you, Kitten," Bones replied, pitilessly watching the tears roll from Danny"s eyes. "I"ll kill him for it."
"Don"t." I knew he wasn"t using a figure of speech. "It"s over. If it wasn"t for him using me, I"d have never gone for that first vampire. That means I wouldn"t have met you. Things happen for a reason, don"t you believe that?"
Although he didn"t relax his hand, he looked over at me.
I brushed his face. "Please. Let him go."
Bones released him. Danny fell to his knees and promptly threw up. Blood oozed out from his hand where his bones had broken through his skin. Looking down at him, I felt only the barest hint of sympathy. A lot had happened in the years since I"d seen him. "Bartender, he looks like he might need a cab," Bones said tersely to the man behind the counter, who hadn"t noticed a thing.
"Poor b.u.g.g.e.r can"t hold his drink."
He bent down as if to help Danny to his feet, and I heard him speak in quiet terrifying tones.
"You say one more blasted word and the next thing I"ll be crushing is your stones. Tonight"s your lucky night, mate. You"d better thank your bleedin" stars she stopped me, or you and I would be having a party you wouldn"t live long enough to forget."
While Danny gulped, sobbing and clutching his hand to his chest, Bones propelled me out toward the door after throwing a fifty at the bartender, way over the tab for my drinks.
"Best be leaving, pet. We"ll have to try it another night. This has attracted a bit too much attention."
"I told you to leave it alone." I followed him to the truck, speeding off as soon as we got in. "Dammit, Bones, that could have been avoided."
"I saw your face when he spoke to you. You went white as a ghost. Knew who it had to be, and I know how hurt you were by it."
His soft tone was somehow more pointed than screaming.
"But what did smashing his hand accomplish? We won"t know if Hennessey or Switch comes tonight. What if one of them do, and they nab someone? Danny isn"t worth a woman"s life because he slept with me and then dumped me!"
"I love you. You have no idea what you"re worth to me."
Again, his voice was low, but this time it vibrated with emotion. Too distracted to drive and talk at the same time, I pulled off the highway and faced him.
"Bones, I-I can"t say the same, but you mean more to me than anyone else has. Ever. Isn"t that worth something?"
He leaned over and took my face in his hands. The same fingers that had just crushed and maimed delicately traced my jaw as though it were fine crystal.
"It"s worth something, but I"m still holding out to hear the other. Do you realize that tonight is the first time I"ve heard someone call you by your real name?"
"That"s not my real name anymore." Honestly I felt that way. How vampire of me.
"What"s your full name? I already know it, of course, but I want to hear you say it."
"Catherine Kathleen Crawfield. But you can call me Cat." This last part was said with a smile because he had never addressed me in any way but one.
"I think I"ll stay with Kitten." He smiled back, the tension easing. "It"s what you reminded me of when we met. An angry, defiant, brave little kitten. And every once in a while you"re cuddly like one."
"Bones, I know you didn"t want to walk away before at the bar, and if I know you, you"re numbering Danny"s days. But I don"t want his death on my conscience. Promise me you"ll never do it."
He gave me a look of amazement. "You don"t still have feelings for that w.a.n.ker, do you?"
Apparently we still had some issues to discuss over good killing versus bad. "Oh, I have feelings for him, all right. I"d like to put him in the ground myself, believe me. Still, it would be wrong. Promise me." "Fine. I promise I won"t kill him."
He said it too easily. My eyes narrowed.
"Promise me right here and now that you will also never cripple, maim, dismember, blind, torture, bleed, or otherwise inflict any injury on Danny Milton. Or otherwise stand by while someone else does as you watch."
"Blimey, that"s not fair!" he protested.
Guess it was good I hadn"t just accepted his first agreement. "Promise!"
He made an exasperated noise. "Fine. b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l. Didn"t I teach you too well to cover all of your bases?"
"Yes, you did. We can"t go back to the bar now. What do you want to do?"
He traced a finger across my lips.
"You decide."
A twinge of mischief shot through me. With all of our meticulous research, going through missing persons reports, autopsies, and the general grim task of trying to find a bunch of ma.s.s murderers, we hadn"t had much time for lightheartedness. Putting the truck back into gear, I got onto the highway and headed south. After an hour, I pulled onto a gravel road.
Bones gave me a sideways smile. "Taking a trip down memory lane, are we?"
"So you do remember this place."
"Hard to forget," he snorted. "This is where you tried to kill me. You were so nervous, you kept blushing. Never had someone try to stake me who blushed so much."
I parked within view of the water and unfastened my seat belt.
"You knocked the living daylights out of me that night. Want to try it again?"
A breath of laughter escaped him. "You want me to hit you? Blimey, but you do like it rough."
"No. Let"s try the other. Maybe you"ll have better results. Want to s.h.a.g?"
I managed to keep a straight face, but my lips twitched. A light appeared in his eyes, that beginning of green flame.
"Still wearing your stakes? Going to make me rest in pieces?" Bones took off his jacket as he spoke, clearly not alarmed in the least.
"Kiss me and find out."
He moved in that lightning-fast way of his, the one I"d seen hundreds of times before but that still managed to surprise me with its suddenness. Bones pulled me to him, tilting my head back and covering my mouth before I blinked.
"Not much room in here," he whispered after a long minute. "Want to go outside so you can stretch out?"
"Oh no. Right here. Love to do it in a truck."
His former words rolled off my tongue and he laughed. His eyes glowed pure emerald and when he smiled, fangs protruded from his lips."Let"s find out."
After another two weeks of fruitless trolling, we still hadn"t found any trace of Hennessey or Switch. I"d been to every sordid club within a fifty-mile range of Columbus, but with no luck. Bones reminded me that he"d been after Hennessey for the better part of eleven years. Age had taught him patience. Youth had taught me to get frustrated at the lack of progress.
We were at my apartment, waiting for the pizza I"d ordered. It was a Sunday evening, so we weren"t going out tonight. I had every intention of doing nothing but kicking back now and studying later. Even going to the grocery store had been too much for me, hence the delivery. Whatever I"d inherited from my mother, it hadn"t been her inclination to cook.
A knock at the door had me glancing in bemus.e.m.e.nt at the clock. Only fifteen minutes since I"d ordered. My, that was fast.
Courteously Bones started to get up, but I grabbed my robe and stopped him.
"Stay there. You"re not eating it anyway."
A grin touched his mouth. He could eat solid food, I"d seen him do it, but he didn"t take much enjoyment out of it. He"d once remarked that he did it more to blend in.
I opened my front door-and then slammed it shut with a cry. "Sweet Jesus!"
Bones was up in a flash, still naked but now with a knife in his hand. The sight of that made another scream escape me even as there was an annoyed banging on the door.
"Catherine, what is the matter with you? Open this door!"
I was thrown into a state of sheer, mindless panic. "It"s my mother!" I whispered fiercely, as if Bones hadn"t figured that out.
"Holy s.h.i.t, you have to hide!"
I literally shoved him toward the bedroom, yelling, "I-I"ll be right there, I"m not dressed!"
He went, but with none of my hysteria. "Kitten, you still haven"t told her? Blimey, what are you waiting for?"
"The Second Coming of Christ!" I snapped. "And not a moment sooner! Here, in the closet!"
Her knocks were getting louder. "What is taking you so long?"
"I"ll be right there!" I hollered. Then to Bones, who was giving me a very aggravated look, "We"ll talk about this later. Just stay here and don"t make a sound, I"ll get rid of her as fast as I can."
Without waiting for his reply, I shut the closet door with a bang and whirled back around, kicking his clothes and shoes under the bed. G.o.d, had he left his keys on the counter? What else could be around for her to find?
"Catherine!" It sounded like a kick punctuated my name this time.
"Coming!"
I flew over to the door and opened it with a broad, false smile. "Mom, what a surprise!"
She swept past me, more than a little upset. "I drop by to say h.e.l.lo, and you slam the door in my face? What is wrong with you?"
I wracked my brain to think up an excuse. "Migraine!" I said triumphantly before lowering my voice and affecting a pained expression. "Oh, Mom, I"m glad to see you, but it"s a bad time." She was staring at my apartment with a look of amazement. Uh-oh. How to explain?
"Look at this place." Her arms encompa.s.sed the small, drastically altered s.p.a.ce. "Catherine, where did you get the money to pay for all of this?"
Upon first seeing my apartment, Bones had derisively said he was going to slaughter my landlord for daring to charge me money for it. He hadn"t, though from his tone I didn"t think he"d been entirely kidding, but what he had done was furnish it from top to bottom. "All of this" meant the couch he"d bought with a comment that he wanted something to sit on besides the floor, the TV so supposedly I could watch the news to look out for any telltale headlines, the computer for similar purposes, and the coffee table, end tables, and appliances-well. I"d given up by then.
"Credit cards," I said instantly. "They"ll give "em to anybody."
She gave me a disapproving frown. "Those things will get you in trouble."
I almost laughed out of dementia. If she only knew how I"d really gotten this stuff, she"d forget all about the dangers of high interest rates!
"Mom, it"s great to see you, really, but..."
The way she was staring in shock at the bedroom made a chill creep up my spine. I was afraid to turn around. Had Bones ignored my directive and come out?
"Catherine...is that a new bed as well?"
I almost sagged in relief. "It was on sale."
She came forward and laid a hand on my forehead. "You don"t feel hot."
"Believe me," I said with the utmost sincerity. "At any second, I could throw up."
"Well." She looked around the place once more with that little frown and then shrugged. "I"ll call next time. I thought we could go out to dinner, but...oh, do you want me to bring you in something?"
"No!" Too emphatic. I softened my tone. "I mean, thanks, but I don"t have an appet.i.te. I"ll call you tomorrow."
With far less force than I"d used with Bones, I propelled her to the door. She just looked at me and sighed.
"That headache is making you act very weird, Catherine."
I actually pressed my ear to the door after I closed it behind her to make sure she was really gone. Some paranoid part of me thought she"d only pretended and was waiting to fling it back open to catch me with my undead lover.
A noise made me turn around. Bones stood in the bedroom doorway, dressed now. I managed an uneven, fake laugh that didn"t even resemble humor.
"Whew, that was close."
He stared at me. There was no anger to his expression anymore, and maybe that"s what made me nervous. Anger I could handle.
"I can"t stand to see you do this to yourself."
I regarded him with wariness. "Do what?" "Continue to punish yourself for your father"s sins," he replied steadily. "How long are you supposed to pay for them? How many vampires do you have to kill until you and your mum are squared? You"re one of the bravest people I"ve ever met, yet you"re scared to death of your own mum. Don"t you realize? It"s not me you"re hiding in a closet-it"s yourself."