'No, but we fear you will,' Nikolai says. 'We need to take you from the room—and this will keep you from getting hurt.'
When Nikolai nears, he yells, 'Get the fucking thing away from me, Nikolai!' He doesn't want to be mindless, can't have that happen again. 'No!'
I don't want her to see me like that.
'Damn you, I said no!'
9
Néomi was stunned anew at how viciously Conrad fought the two men, pounding his forehead against Sebastian's and nearly taking off Nikolai's hand with his fangs.
In the end, his resisting gained him no ground. They injected him once again. Just before it took hold, Conrad stared in her direction with his brows drawn and teeth gritted, and she found that so much harder to see now.
When did my curiosity turn to caring?
His brothers had treated him like an animal—because that was how he'd acted mere days ago. She understood the need to keep him contained, because he was so incredibly powerful and could be dangerous if freed.
But he'd been doing so much better. And they hadn't even given him a chance... .
As Nikolai and Sebastian led him, docile and barefooted, into the oversize master bathroom, Conrad's eyes were heavy-lidded, and he'd begun speaking in that low, unnerving voice. His wrists remained chained behind his back. They must be intent on washing him. Curious, she followed them in.
Néomi's second dirty secret? As a ghost, she'd become quite the voyeur.
She'd watched men shower before, but she'd never been so intent to discover what a particular man's body would look like as she was now.
While Sebastian adjusted the water temperature and opened a bar of soap, Nikolai ripped away the remains of Conrad's tattered shirt.
From her spot halfway up the far wall, Néomi sighed, admiring Conrad's powerful physique. She hadn't appreciated exactly how tall he was because he'd been lying down for so long. He would tower over her if she stood near him.
He had a narrow waist and hips and broad shoulders that looked tailor-made for a woman to hold on to during sex. With his hands behind his back, the corded muscles of those shoulders and his chest were stretched taut, displayed so attractively.
He was all male hardness, with so many scars marring his flesh, like the narrow one slashing up his torso. But she'd begun to find the evidence of his formidable life attractive, had begun imagining a scenario for each battle wound.
She'd seen Conrad fight with a ferocity that astonished her. She could all too easily see him brandishing a sword three hundred years ago, a massive warlord fearlessly storming a battlefield... .
A ragged bandage on his arm caught her attention. Sebastian too frowned at the gauze, tearing it off to reveal a peculiar, blackened injury. 'What the hell is this?' It appeared as if he'd been attacked by a beast, and then the skin around the mark had died.
Why would Conrad have healed from the gashes across his chest, but not from another wound?
Nikolai narrowed his eyes. 'With his strength, he should have mended that easily by now. Maybe if he cleans it, it will improve.'
'Christ, look at all the scars, Nikolai.'
'I had no idea he'd sustained this many hits during the war,' he answered, moving behind Conrad to inspect his back.
'Maybe he had them before the war.' Sebastian yanked free Conrad's belt. 'Think about it—he never worked without his shirt, and he continually went off by himself. He could have been a highwayman for all we know... .' He trailed off at Nikolai's expression. 'What?'
'Come look at this,' Nikolai said, so Néomi followed Sebastian around. All three of them frowned at an elaborate black tattoo covering his entire right shoulder blade. It was unusual, with its slashing lines, but compelling in a way. 'Isn't that the mark of the Kapsliga Uur?'
What's the Kapsliga Uur? Why did their faces pale at the very idea?
'That can't be right,' Sebastian said, an edge to his voice. 'We'd have known. They recruit young. He couldn't have hidden his involvement for two decades.'
Seeming lost in his own world, Conrad continued his rasping mutter, unaware of their discovery.
'He always did his own thing, always brushed off questions about where he'd been or with whom,' Nikolai said. 'My God. He'd been out hunting vampires with the Kapsliga. No wonder the turning maddened him.'
Sebastian's face was grim. 'He would have been trained to destroy vampires, his hatred of them stoked from the time he was a boy.'
'And then I turned him into what he despised.' Nikolai released a breath through his teeth as though he'd been kicked in the stomach. 'It would have been unendurable.'
'What about their vow?' What vow?
If possible, Nikolai paled even more. 'For all his faults, Conrad never broke a vow in his life. Unless it happened before he'd turned thirteen... ' Unless what happened?
The two were silent for long moments, Sebastian's expression grave while Nikolai's was filled with guilt. 'His life had been given over to a cause greater than himself. I should have'—Nikolai ran his hand over his forehead—'I should have talked to him, given him, and you, the choice that night.'
'I wouldn't have chosen the turning, and then I wouldn't be with Kaderin.' He spoke as if he'd sidestepped the direst tragedy. Sebastian was lost for his Bride. 'Besides, Conrad was too far gone. The soldiers gutted him before me, hours before you and Murdoch came. I don't believe he would ever have regained consciousness.'
She floated in front of Conrad to face him. He'd been stabbed in the stomach, she in the heart. Then against their wills they'd both been changed into something else entirely. Neither of them had asked for their current existences.
He'd been a hero, his life given over to a greater cause. She sighed, waving her hand to send a gentle touch along his cheek. What happened to you out there, vampire?
Sebastian said, 'But he'll never reconcile himself to our existence unless we can convince him that we aren't evil.'
Shaking his head hard, Nikolai said, 'We can't convince him of anything until his mind heals more. Let's get this over with.'
They stripped off his pants, leaving him naked.
And she swayed weightlessly. Le dément est exquis.
Her gaze slid from his navel, following that trail of black hair. Oh, my, my, my. Even flaccid, his size was brow-raising.
'Conrad, look at me.' Nikolai waved in front of his vacant stare.
Conrad blinked as if he had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there.
'Do you want to wash yourself?' Nikolai asked. 'If we chain your hands in front of you?'
Seeming to shake off some of his confusion, Conrad eased his muttering. A flicker arose in those red eyes.
He's calculating. At length, Conrad grated, 'Alone.'
The brothers shared a glance, no doubt reviewing all the ways Conrad couldn't escape. 'Very well,' Nikolai said.
Conrad held his wrists up behind him, and all the rippling muscles of his torso flexed into sharp rises and indentations that spoke of a terrible strength.
After removing the cuffs, Nikolai refastened them in front, then pulled a pin to loosen the chain between the wrists so Conrad could have more freedom. When Conrad made no attempt to escape, they glanced at each other as if their brother was making outrageous progress. Which, she supposed, he was.
