Hearts In Darkness

in well over three hundred years. Yet the urge to feed off her had been surprisingly easy to control.

What he hadn't expected was the fierce and utter joy of simply seeing her again. The need to touch her, kiss her, had been so strong that he'd walked across the office to her desk before he'd managed to restrain himself.

But like his lust for blood, his desire for her was something he could not afford. He rubbed a hand across his eyes, then looked at her. She was asleep, curled up in the seat next to him, her dark chestnut hair falling across her delicate features like a veil. She smelled of cinnamon and vanilla, of life and love and everything he wanted and couldn't have.

He reached out, gently tucking behind her ear the silken wisps of hair. She stirred at his touch, murmuring something he didn't catch. He trailed his fingers down to her mouth, remembering the last time they'd kissed, and the warmth of her lips against his. Remembered their mind's fiery dance that had made them one in a way the mere joining of their bodies never could.

Memories that were dangerously seductive when she was so close.

He dropped his hand and stared out the window again. The plane was beginning its descent. Lights twinkled starlike in the darkness beyond the window. The resort was sending a limousine to pick them up from the airport —an extravagant service that wasn't really surprising, given the sort of money they were paying.

'Just how expensive is this place?' Nikki said softly.

He glanced at her. Her smoky amber eyes regarded him steadily. Had his touch woken her, or had she been feigning sleep? 'I thought you said you couldn't read my thoughts?'

She frowned. 'I get a whisper every now and then. Most of the time, it feels like there's interference on the line. All I get is a dead sort of silence.'

He had to hope so, given the psychic strength he was expending trying to keep the link closed between them—something that wouldn't have been possible before he'd shared his life force and made them one.

The joining had given him that much control, at least. 'Give it time, Nikki.'

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze clearly skeptical. 'Will time make any real difference?'

It wouldn't, and they both knew it. He could see the understanding, the hurt, deep in the amber depths of her eyes. 'Have you got a photo of the child you're looking for?'

She regarded him a minute longer, then shrugged and dug into her purse. 'Matthew Kincaid,' she said, handing him a photo of a red-haired, gangly-looking youth. 'Sixteen years old and has an I.Q. rated in the genius class. Few friends in or out of school, but plenty on the Net, according to his mother.'

'And it was one of those friends who abducted him?'

She nodded. 'Only the friend was a very old vamp with lots of vamp buddies.'

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. 'Why do you think it was a very old vampire he met?'

She frowned slightly. 'Just a feeling I got. She felt evil, like Jasper—only different.'

'Different how?' And what was it about Lyndhurst that seemed to attract vampires like Jasper—and now this woman?

Her frown deepened, and worry etched deep lines across her forehead. He clenched his hand against the sudden desire to smooth them away.

'I don't know how to explain it,' she said softly. 'It's just a feeling I get—a taste, if you like.' She hesitated, her gaze searching his. 'Remember when you were following me through that park, before we actually met? I knew then what you were capable of. I knew you'd come to Lyndhurst to kill. But you didn't feel evil, and I never really feared you. Not like Jasper—or this woman.'

The fear she refused to show now ran wild in her thoughts. He touched her hand, gently entwining his fingers with hers. The warmth of her skin cut through him, as sharp as any knife. 'Can you describe her?'

She looked down, a small smile touching her lips. 'No. She kept to the shadows. I only saw her assistants clearly.'

'How many did she have?'

'Four or five. Which was odd, really, considering their quarry was only a gawky teenager.'

He frowned. If the vampire were as old as Nikki seemed to think, she certainly wouldn't have any need for one assistant, let alone five. 'Did she say anything?'

Nikki's shoulders tensed, and her heart rate jumped several notches. Hunger stirred to sluggish life deep in his gut. He frowned and untwined his fingers from hers. Too much too soon, he thought, and knew he was going to have to tread carefully around her. The hunger for her blood might be under control, but it hadn't yet abated.

She crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat, a distancing that was as much mental as it was physical. Yet in her eyes he saw understanding. She knew what was happening to him.

'Actually, for a vampire she was a damn chatterbox. I don't think she intends to kill Matthew right away.

She said they have other plans for him.'

'I guess she didn't say what?'

'No vampire is that chatty.' Her voice held a slight edge of sarcasm. 'Not the ones I've met, anyway.'

He smiled slightly. 'Did she say anything else?'

She hesitated. 'Yeah. She said I had the taste of a vampire on me, and that she didn't want to upset my master.' Her expression was curious and more than a touch afraid. 'What did she mean by that?'

'It means she could sense my life force in you.' And meant this woman was old—older than he, even.

Only the very old vampires knew about thralls—and only they could sense them.

Could this woman be the darkness Seline had sensed at the resort?

'But what did she mean by my master?' She hesitated again, glancing around at the other passengers.

'Don't worry,' he said. 'They're all asleep.' He'd touched their thoughts and made sure of that a few hours ago.

Her quick frown made him wonder if she'd realized what he'd done. She hated any sort of psychic intrusion, even when it was attempted on other people. And her first lover, Tommy, and to some extent

Jasper, had certainly insured that she feared it.

'And why did she say I'm not human? If I'm not, then what the hell am I?'

'You are still human, Nikki, as I am still human.'

She snorted. 'Oh, that's so very comforting. You have a serious aversion to sunlight and drink blood to survive.'

'And you do not.'

'No. But there are drawbacks you haven't told me about, aren't there?'

'No,' he said, even though there were. Lots of them. Like being an easy target for those vampires old enough to know what she was—and how to use her to get to him and destroy him. If the vampire who'd taken Matthew was also involved in the resort kidnappings, they were both in serious danger.

But he also knew he didn't have a hope in Hades of getting her to turn around and go home. As she'd warned, she didn't give up and she didn't give in. He'd just have to find some way to keep her out of trouble.

'Why can't you just be honest with me, Michael? Even on something as simple as this?'

He looked away from the accusation in her eyes. 'I can not change three hundred years of habit in a matter of months.'

'Can't, or won't?' she muttered.

'Both.' Because honesty was a dangerous weapon when you held as many secrets as he did.

She pulled her gaze from his, but not before he'd seen the glitter of tears. He rubbed a hand across his eyes and silently cursed the capriciousness of fate. Why couldn't it have just left well enough alone? He didn't want to hurt her, but he had no doubt that he would, and more than once—until she accepted they were something that could never be.

And what is she supposed to do in the long years that lie ahead? He shoved the thought aside and reached for the briefcase near his feet. 'You should read this,' he said, handing her a manila folder.

'What is it?' She accepted the folder without looking at him.

'Background info. How we met, when we were married.'

'I see we're on our honeymoon.' She snorted softly and glanced up. 'That'll be a hard act to pull off when