grasped the back of her neck. His hard body pushed against her own, and his arms lifted her against the counter. She gave in to her own desire and moaned into his mouth, tangling one hand in the dark curls at the nape of his neck as the soup spoon dangled uselessly from her other hand.
Giovanni kissed her for a few heated moments, stealing her breath and causing her head to swim. His fang nicked her lip and she felt his tongue swipe at the trickle of blood near the corner of her mouth before he gave a deep groan and pulled away.
He stared into her eyes, panting before he bent down to whisper in her ear.
“It’s
She whimpered in the back of her throat, and his hands drifted down to her waist, squeezing once before he was out the door again.
This time, she stared at the kitchen door until she heard his Mustang roar down the drive. After a few moments, Carl and his partner began patrolling the grounds, and she saw the guard’s familiar face pass by the window in the kitchen.
She was still breathing heavily when she heard the soup hiss on the stove.
“Damn it!”
He returned to the house three hours later, looking flushed. His eyes had lost the hungry look from earlier in the night, but she still felt them as he walked into the living room. Beatrice had raided Caspar’s cache of old horror movies; she was pondering whether their earlier kiss was something they needed to talk about.
Or possibly repeat.
She saw him sit down in his chair, which she often stole during the day because it was, by far, the most comfortable in the room. He took a deep breath and glanced at her.
“It’s very odd.”
“What is?”
He frowned a little and stared at the television. “Your scent is all over my house. Everywhere I go, I can smell you.”
She cleared her throat, feeling suddenly self-conscious and wondering whether she needed to check her deodorant more often. “Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” He shrugged. “You smell lovely. It’s just different. Having you here. It’s…nice.”
They watched the rest of the movie in silence. Beatrice had turned the volume down so she could hear the comforting sounds of Carl and his partner as they patrolled the grounds.
“How was dinner?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Do you really want to know?”
She didn’t. She didn’t even know why she asked, and she shoved aside the irrational spurt of jealousy. “No, not really.”
“Stale. Boring.” He gave her a heated look. “Merely adequate.”
“I said I didn’t want to know, Gio.”
“Well, maybe I want to tell you, Beatrice.”
“Why?” She scowled. “Why do I need to know about that shit?”
“It’s not always done in anger,” he murmured, and she glanced back to the almost silent television screen. “Sometimes, it’s done purely for sustenance, because a vampire needs blood to survive. Sometimes it is done in anger, but sometimes, it can be highly pleas-”
“I’m going up to my room.” She shut off the movie and stood.
“You need to change your clothes. We’re going out.”
She spun around on her way to the stairs. “What? Why? Where are we going?”
He stood and walked toward her, his hands hanging casually in his pockets.
“We need to go to The Night Hawk.”
She immediately flushed when she thought of the pub, and she started walking upstairs. “I don’t want to go there again.”
“You’re going. We need to be seen there. I have information that Lorenzo is meeting with Gavin tonight, and we need to be there, too.”
“Why?” Her discomfort with his flirtatious behavior fled, as her heart raced in fear at the thought of seeing the vampire again.
“We need to go there, and I’m going to act as if I’m feeding from you. I’m going to act like your lover, and you’re going to play along if you know what’s good for you.”
Her pulse raced again, only it wasn’t from fear. “Why? Why do I have to-”
“We don’t have rules in my world. We don’t even have conventions, really, but there is a kind of courtesy among those who are mostly civilized.” He paused and watched her carefully. “Lorenzo is your father’s sire, and in my world, that means he has…a certain claim over you. If he wanted to take you, no one would bat an eyelash as long as he didn’t make it newsworthy. That’s why no one cares that his people bit your grandmother in a very messy attack. She belonged to his child, so she belonged to him.”
“So I’m just-”
“What you are, Beatrice, is
“Yes,” she whispered with a nod.
“I’m not doing this to torment either of us.” His eyes dropped to her flushed lips. “I’m doing this because I think it’s our best move at the moment.”
“Are you going to bite me?”
She saw him swallow visibly and eye her neck. She could see his fangs run down behind his lips, but he turned and walked back toward the living room. “No. Get dressed.”
“Fine.”
“Wear the burgundy skirt.”
“What? Why? Is there some dress code or something?”
He shrugged. “No, I just like how it looks on you.”
She rolled her eyes and stomped up the stairs.
Twenty minutes later they were driving Giovanni’s Mustang through the dark streets of Houston near Rice Village. He had been filling her in on the guidelines for acting like his regular meal. Beatrice thought they mostly consisted of her acting like a totally hypnotized doormat.
“And don’t ever contradict me in front of another vampire. Carwyn or Tenzin are fine. Anyone else would put you at risk.”
“So I basically have to act like I’m brainwashed and like it.”
“If you were an average human, you would be, and I can guarantee that you would like it.”
“I
“Not to me,” he murmured and she pretended to ignore him.
“Gio?”
“Hmm?”
“Is this going to end soon?”
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. There was an odd, almost sad look on his face when he finally answered. “I will do everything in my power to make sure you can safely move to Los Angeles by the middle of August, Beatrice.”
“That’s not-”
“It’s all I can promise. I don’t want to start a war with Lorenzo if I can avoid it.”
Her jaw dropped. “So you’re not going to kill him?”
Giovanni just stared at the road. “Not if I can help it.”
She sat, gaping at him, knowing she looked like a guppy the way her mouth moved in silent protest.
