"If he"s such a good investment advisor, why is he living here?"
She smiled again. Deep in her brown eyes, hunger flickered. Not blood hunger, but rather a hunger for money. Or power, which often came hand in hand with money in this wealth-oriented world of ours. She might not be a force in the vampire world just yet, but she certainly intended to be. And I had a feeling she wouldn"t particularly care how she went about it.
But couldn"t that be said of all vampires? Most of them couldn"t ever be cla.s.sed as the caring, sharing types.
"Simple," she answered. "He t.i.thed me his apartment in Brighton as payment for the ceremony. He has enough money to live elsewhere, of course, but he remains close because his death is imminent. His choice, not mine."
"So if you hate this place so much, why not move in to his apartment?"
She raised dark eyebrows. "It"s a simple matter of logistics. We are forty strong here, and that number simply will not fit into a two-bedroom apartment, no matter how luxurious."
"Isn"t that a large number of vampires to have living together? And whatever happened to that whole "vampires are territorial creatures and don"t share" line I keep hearing?"
She smiled again. "Blood vampires are territorial. We are not of a bloodline. For us, the bigger the community, the better.
Community nourishes us."
"So those who haunt the downstairs rooms are fed by the goings-on up here?"
"Something like that."
"So it wasn"t the bloodshed that was stirring their hunger, but rather the emotions being broadcast?"
"Yes."
She shifted, placing her feet on the floor and sitting up straight. The teenagers behind her gathered together, so that their bodies were pressed tightly against one another. The contact sent an odd sort of humming flaring across the air. It didn "t feel like the aura of their master, and yet it possessed a similar sense of power. Although maybe it didn "t feel the same because it wasn"t actually aimed at me. Maybe it would seem similar if it had been.
Either way, goose b.u.mps skittered across my skin. I had a feeling that I wouldn "t want to be here when feedings were happening.
But as much as I wanted to just get the h.e.l.l away from this place as fast as I could, there was still a question that needed to be asked.
"Did the rogue vampire happen to mention his name?"
She smiled again. "I was wondering when you"d get around to asking that."
"Meaning yes, he did?"
"Of course. No one gets through my door without me first knowing their name."
"Then would you mind telling me it?"
Amus.e.m.e.nt played about her lips. "What are you going to offer in exchange?"
I looked at her for a moment, then said, "How about I not call the Directorate on you?"
"You"ve already reported our presence. There"s another guardian patrolling outside, isn"t there?"
"He"s there to catch Ivan"s attacker, should he decide to come back."
She waved a hand. "But the Directorate will come to investigate us regardless."
"They will. But investigating is not cleaning out."
"You would not ask them to go that far. You are not the type."
I raised an eyebrow. "Lady, you have no idea what type I am."
"I can taste it in the air, little wolf." She considered me a moment, then smiled. "You are honorable, in your own way. And at the moment, you are also very wary of what you sense in this room."
Mainly because what I sensed in this room was nothing like anything I"d come across before. "I can"t pay you."
"I"m not asking for money."
"Then what are you asking for?"
"A kiss. Just a simple kiss."
There was nothing simple about a kiss. Not when it involved this vampire. "Why?"
"Because I want to taste you."
"I thought you weren"t a blood vampire." She rose from the sofa, her long skirt billowing briefly around her in cloudlike wisps of bloodred organza. Surprisingly, she was my height and build. She"d seemed so much smaller and daintier on the chaise lounge-another carefully placed illusion, no doubt.
"I am not a blood vampire," she said softly. "And I give nothing for free. If you wish the name, guardian, you pay with a kiss."
I stared at her, wishing I could read her mind. Wishing I knew her motives. Wishing I understood why the whole kissing deal filled me with such indecision. h.e.l.l, if it were a man asking the payment, I"d be doing it in a second.
So was it just the thought of kissing a female that was making me hesitate? Or was it more to do with the fact that I didn"t know what she really was, or what she could do?
I"d love to say it was the latter rather than the former, but the truth was, I couldn"t.
I didn"t want to kiss another woman. It was as simple as that.
But I was a guardian, and sometimes guardians had to do things they really didn"t want to do. Especially if lives were on the line.
I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "No feeding, no aura-or whatever that s.e.xual heat thing of yours is. If I sense any of it, I"ll shoot the f.u.c.king lot of you."
She smiled. "I think you mean that."
I think I did, too. I flexed my fingers, feeling the dampness on my palms and not liking it. "And no tongue," I added. "I"ll bite it if I feel it."
She laughed, a warm merry sound that had lips twitching. Mine included. And that only made my wariness and need not to do this even stronger.
"One would think you"ve never kissed a woman before."
"I haven"t."
She raised an elegant eyebrow. "What, not even as a friendly gesture of h.e.l.lo?"
I could"ve pointed out that I wasn"t the social, friendly type, but I wasn"t about to give her that much information. "Let"s just get this over with."
"As you wish."
She stepped closer. My nostrils flared, sucking in her scent, tasting flowers and springtime and something else, something I couldn"t quite define. Something that felt dangerous and exciting all at the same time.
She stopped so close that her wispy gown swirled around my legs, encasing them in a sea of red. I clenched my fingers, fighting the desire to step back, to escape the heat and feel of her, and watched her face. Watching the antic.i.p.ation in her brown eyes grow as she drew closer.
Then her lips brushed mine. Tentatively, gently. They were surprisingly cool and soft, and not unpleasant, however much I wanted them to be. I didn"t react, holding myself still, not wanting to prolong the contact.
She opened her eyes, stared deep into mine. "A kiss takes two people, guardian. React, or the payment will not be accepted."
Her lips touched mine again, and after a moment of hesitation, I moved into them, kissing her gently but thoroughly. It was a strange kiss, a pa.s.sionless kiss, and yet it was a kiss that had my nerves tingling and pulse racing. It wasn"t desire. It was fear of the unknown.
I had a bad, bad feeling that more than just lip-tasting was going on.
I pulled away, felt the coolness of the room caress my skin, washing away the heat of her. She smiled, and flicked her skirts away from my legs. "You do not taste like a wolf, guardian."
"You got your kiss, vampire. I want my name."
She considered me for a moment, then said, "Aron Young."
"Got that," Sal said into my ear. "Instigating search."
"Thank you," I said, more to Sal than Vinny. I stepped back again, relishing the distance each step was giving me. "If he happens to return, Vincenta, please call the Directorate straightaway."
"I will. I"d hate to have the force of the mighty Directorate brought down on me." Her voice gently mocked. "I will see you again, guardian."
No, you f.u.c.king won"t, I thought, and got the h.e.l.l out of there.
Rhoan still hadn"t arrived back home when I woke the following morning. I picked up the storm of clothes that were still scattered everywhere, dumping them all back into their various baskets, then made myself a coffee and some breakfast and turned on the TV to see if I could catch a glimpse of him and Liander on the entertainment channels.
I didn"t, but they walked in the door about ten minutes later, arms around each other, both of them half undressed and looking more than a little worse for the wear. "You two," I said, around a mouthful of cereal, "look like s.h.i.t."
Liander waved a hand and gave me a silly grin. "But we"re feeling fine."
He tripped over the end of the rug as he said it, and would have fallen flat on his face if Rhoan hadn"t hauled him upright.
Though that effort caused the two of them to stagger sideways, missing the coat stand by the merest of inches. I snorted. Drunk as skunks, the pair of them.
I dumped my cereal on the coffee table, then got up and walked to the kitchen to flick on the kettle. "I gather last night went well?"
"Very. The effects are a hit."
Leather groaned as the two of them fell more than sat on the sofa.
"What about the movie itself?"
"You know what the movie business is like. Some will rave, some will tear it apart, some will equivocate." Liander waved a hand about airily, then leaned into Rhoan"s arm. "The effects looked gorgeous, and that"s all I was worried about."
Rhoan gave him a hug, then looked at me. "So how did you fill in the evening while we were out partying?"
Of the two of them, he looked slightly less pickled. Though at least both of them could talk without slurring their sentences.
I leaned a shoulder against the doorframe and smiled. "I went out and kissed a girl."
They both blinked owlishly at me for a moment, then Rhoan said, "What?"
I didn"t answer straightaway, making them coffee first, then sitting back down and reclaiming my breakfast. "The girl was a vamp who wasn"t a bloodsucker, and I kissed her to get the name of a rogue who was beating up an accountant."
"So what was it like?" Liander asked. "Kissing a girl, I mean?"
"Not in the least bit arousing." Which was the truth, and yet not the whole truth. I picked up my coffee and took a sip. The fact was, the caress of her lips had haunted a good part of my dreams, but the cause was trepidation rather than desire. Even my dreams had been filled with the certainty that something more than lip-locking had happened.
Rhoan untangled himself from Liander and leaned forward. "Why would you kiss a vamp to get information? Why didn"t you just read her mind or beat it out of her?"
I waved my spoon at him. "It"s not polite to run around beating up women."
"It is when they"re vamps who could beat the s.h.i.t out of most normal people."
"We"re not normal people." We weren"t even normal in the nonhuman sense of the word. According to Jack-who apparently kept an eye on such things-we were the rarest of the rare. Who"d have thought, after all those years of getting beaten up because we were half-breeds?
He waved the comment away. "They don"t know that. So why kiss her when you didn"t want to?" He hesitated a moment, then added with a cheeky grin, "Or did you?"
"I"m still hetero all the way, bro. Trust me on that." I took a sip of coffee, then added, "I tried reading her mind, but it felt like falling into a black hole."
"So why not use threats or force? If she"s withholding evidence, you"re ent.i.tled to."
I shrugged. "Beating her up would have been an exercise in stupidity. She had forty of her get living with her and those sort of odds are a little overwhelming."
"Forty?" He frowned. "How does any one vampire control that many fledglings? And how would they even manage to all live together?"
I finished off my cereal, then dumped the bowl back on the table and said, "She wasn"t a blood vamp, but rather some sort of emotional vampire. Apparently living together is a requirement for suckers who feed off emotion."
"There"re vamps who feed off emotion?" Liander said. "That"s a somewhat horrific thought."
I raised an eyebrow. "No worse than blood vamps, really."
He snorted. "It"s hard to miss a blood vamp feeding off you. Bet the same couldn"t be said of an emotional vampire."
He had a point. Especially if all emotional vamps had an aura as strong as Vinny"s.
"You reported their presence to Jack?" Rhoan asked.
"Yep."
"Good." He paused to sip his coffee. "So why were you even there rescuing this accountant? Did it have something to do with that phone call you got last night?"