Eternal

wow.”

He laid one hand against my back. “You ready?”

“Wait, can you help me with this first?” I reached into my little clutch and retrieved my bracelet.

“Sure,” he said, his eyes narrowing a fraction. “What’s that on your wrist?”

“Oh, right.” I cleared my throat awkwardly. “I . . . um . . . got a tattoo today. Matthew took me,” I added lamely.

“You did . . . what?”

“Yeah, it’s a Sabbat thing, actually. Remember that stuff in the book you gave me? The one Luc translated? I’ve officially taken my mark.” I held out my arm, wrist up. “See?”

He moved closer, taking my hand in his as he examined the tattoo. “It’s nice,” he said at last. “Pretty, actually. And kind of badass.”

“I know, right?” I admired it for perhaps the, oh, hundredth time that day, then pulled my hand from his. “Just be careful with it when you put on the bracelet, okay? It’s still a little tender.” That was putting it mildly, but I hated to sound like the wimp that I was.

“Why don’t you wear the bracelet on your other wrist, then?” he suggested.

“No, it has to be this one.” I had no idea why, but I knew with one hundred percent certainty that it belonged there on my right wrist, tender or not.

“If you say so.” He looped the jeweled links around my wrist and secured the clasp. “There you are. It’s beautiful—a gift?”

“Yeah, from Gran. Wait, whoa!” My wrist felt suddenly warm. It was almost as if heat were emanating directly from my tattoo and warming the stones on the bracelet.

And then I watched in amazement as the white stones—moonstones, Gran called them—began to . . . to . . . glow. “What. The. Hell.”

“What?” Aidan asked, his brow knit with confusion.

“Look!” I held up my wrist, the stones glowing brighter now. “It’s somehow working with my mark!” Full realization dawned on me, and I dropped my voice to a whisper. “I think . . . I think it’s telling me there’s a vampire present. White, because you’re not a threat.”

I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I did. Just like that.

Wow.

“Well, I suppose that’s useful,” Aidan quipped, looking somewhat amused.

“Wait, what about Luc? Is he around somewhere?” Mrs. Girard agreed to let Aidan come with me to Atlanta only if Luc accompanied him, and yet I hadn’t seen the man, not once.

Aidan leaned back against the doorframe. “He’s around somewhere, now that the sun’s set. Lurking in the shadows, I suppose.”

“How’s he supposed to guard you, if you can go out in daylight and he can’t? I’m surprised he’s not taking the elixir.”

“Luc would never compromise his abilities like that. We’ve an agreement, though—he knows I’m not going anywhere. Anyway, you ready?”

I nodded. “I’m ready. I’ll see y’all later,” I yelled out toward the back of house. I was pretty sure everyone was gathered in the kitchen, trying to be discreet.

I heard a muffled reply that might have been “Have fun,” as we stepped outside. The night was beautiful— balmy and unseasonably warm, the sky clear and starry, illuminated by a nearly full moon.

“It’s a perfect night, isn’t it?” Aidan asked, glancing up beyond the curving branches of weeping willow that hung over Gran’s driveway.

I paused on the walk, allowing him to wrap one arm around my shoulders. “It is. So far, this whole day has been perfect.”

“I’m glad,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. Taking my hand, he led me to his rental car—a sleek, silver convertible—and opened the passenger door for me, helping me inside.

I’m not sure why it surprised me that he knew how to drive—after all, he’d had plenty of time to learn. Still, it was weird watching him climb in behind the wheel. This wasn’t part of our normal routine, at least not in New York, where driving was pretty much unnecessary.

“Okay, blindfold on,” he said, tossing the scrap of black silk into my lap. “Here, turn around and I’ll tie it.”

“You were actually serious about that?”

His mouth curved into a smile. “Completely. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Why, were you planning on abducting me or something? I thought we were just going to dinner.”

He leveled a stare in my direction. “Put it on, and perhaps you’ll find out.”

“Okay, okay.” I lifted it up to cover my eyes, surprised to find that the silk smelled pleasantly of lavender and vanilla. Turning in my seat, I held up the ties and waited for Aidan to secure it.

As soon as he finished, he reached over me to grab the seat belt and pull it across my lap. I heard the buckle click into place, and then we were moving, backing down the driveway.

“I hope this doesn’t make me queasy,” I said, only half joking. “The day won’t be so perfect if I puke all over the car, you know.”

“Oh, I know. Just sit tight, Vi,” came his disembodied voice.

Fifteen or so minutes later, I was convinced we were driving in circles. “Are you sure you know where you’re going?” I asked, clutching my little purse with sweaty palms.

“Hey, are you questioning my super Spidey senses?”

“I’m pretty sure Spider-Man isn’t a vampire,” I said with a laugh.

“But wouldn’t it be cool if he was? And just using the whole spider thing as a cover?”

“Hmm, I get the feeling you’ve actually thought this through.”

“Oh, you’ve no idea the extent of it.” He laid a hand on top of mine, gently stroking it. “We’re just about there, by the way.”

“Good, because I’m seriously feeling like I’m about to heave.”

We began to slow, eventually making a sharp turn to the left. Seconds later, we made another turn—into a parking spot, maybe? Finally, he shifted into park and cut the engine.

“Okay, hold tight,” he said. “Just let me come around and help you out.”

“Wait, I still have to keep the blindfold on?”

He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Just a minute or two longer, love.”

“Ugh, fine.” My carefully applied mascara was probably all smudged by now, anyway. What was a few more minutes?

Still, even though I knew I was safe with Aidan, I felt vulnerable. And . . . oh, my God, I hadn’t brought a stake. Not that I had any plans to use one, but still. Matthew would kill me if he knew I was traipsing around who knows where completely unarmed. But when I’d switched from my usual bag to the green silk clutch, I’d had to leave it behind. It’s not like I could wear it strapped to my calf, not in this dress.

Beside me, the door opened. The balmy air slipped over my skin, caressing it as Aidan’s hands reached for mine. “Careful, now,” he said, helping me out. “Okay, just hold my arm. That’s it, just a dozen steps or so, and then we’ve got some stairs to navigate. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

I nodded, stumbling along blindly beside him as best I could. “Couldn’t you just do that thing you do? You know, where I close my eyes and hold on, and we go from here to there in an instant?”

He laughed softly. “I could. But where would be the fun in that? Here’s the stairs I mentioned. Hmm, let’s try this.”

In an instant, he’d scooped me up into arms. “Hold on, love.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he sprinted effortlessly up the stairs. I suppose it was effortless to someone who possessed superhuman strength and agility.

“Okay, down you go.” He set me gently on my feet, steadying me with one arm wrapped around my middle. “Ready to take off the blindfold?”

I let out a sigh. “I thought you’d never ask.”

I felt his fingers working the ties at the back of my head, and then the silk fell away from my eyes. I blinked