knew it. Vengeance wasn’t Robert’s style. It was Nelly’s. And she was gone.
“Leave now and I’ll spare you.”
“Just make it bloody fast,” Robert grunted. “Make it fast so I can be with her.”
Armando nodded, then struck.
In the aftermath, he abandoned the body turning to ash, took to the air, and called the woman he loved.
“Armando?”
Her voice brought unexpected tears to his eyes. “I won’t let them hurt you. Keep driving.”
No one would hurt her. No one in the world. It was a sacred vow. The car was not far ahead and he landed near the side of the road. He wanted to see her face. He needed to see she was safe.
As her car sped past him, he caught sight of her lovely face framed with her white hair.
“You’re not alone,” he said. “I’m here.”
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered.
“I won’t,” he promised, and followed.
Alert to the possibility of other vampires still in pursuit of Vanora, Armando kept within a few feet of her car at all times. Quick scans of the night revealed a calm, sleeping world. Trees swayed in the frigid winter air as nocturnal animals scampered through the dry grass lining pastures. It would be another hour or so before Vanora reached the Houston city limits. He had exhausted much of his blood power fighting Nelly, much to his disgust. In the past, he could have fought hundreds of supernaturals without waning. He cursed his years away from human blood and wondered how long it would take for him to fully recover.
Loud music poured out of the small car below him. Shifting about in the air, he could see Vanora tapping her fingers on the steering wheel and occasionally sipping the coffee she had purchased at a gas station. He was gazing at her when he saw her eyes fluttering close and the car slipped off the road onto the shoulder. Instantly, Armando dropped downward. The car skidded to a stop a few feet from a large pecan tree.
Both angry, frightened, and worried, Armando grabbed the car door handle and jerked it open.
Vanora cried out in fright, twisting about in the seat.
“It’s just me,” Armando said guiltily. He hadn’t meant to frighten her, and had acted on impulse. The frightened expression in her lavender eyes instantly made him regret his hastiness.
“The door was locked,” she stuttered.
“I’ll pay to have it repaired,” he answered simply. “You frightened me.” He tried very hard not to sound peeved.
“Yeah, well…” She yawned, covering her mouth quickly with one hand.
Reaching into the car, Armando shoved the gearshift into park. “I’ll drive.”
Yawning, Vanora nodded and slid from the car. She was a little shaky on her feet and he placed an arm about her shoulders. Though she tensed, Vanora did not pull away. With a slight smile upon his lips, he guided her to the passenger side. Tilting her head, she regarded his face thoughtfully.
“You’re not telling me everything, are you?” It was an accusation he couldn’t truly deny.
“No, but do I ever?” He gave her his most charming smile. Delight filled him when she blushed. He was completely smitten with her and though he had tried very hard to not begrudge her the right to build a life away from the darkness of the vampire world, he had missed her. The look on her face sent the thrill of foolish hope through him before his pragmatic mind swept it away. Whatever embers of their love remained between them, he knew Vanora would ignore. She was involved with someone else, after all.
Once she was settled into the passenger seat, he buckled her in despite his internal vow not to infringe upon her. The heat of her body radiated out into the cold air, warming him. She smelled delicious. He had drawn too close to her, for she turned her face away.
“Are we still being followed?” she asked.
“Not anymore. I took care of them.” He withdrew from her warmth and stood beside the car.
“Who are
“We’ll talk about it later.” Armando shut the door and hurried around to the driver’s seat. Once settled in, he pulled the car back onto the highway.
Exhausted, Vanora tilted her head against the headrest, staring at him through her white lashes. “Why not now?”
“You need to sleep.” Exhaustion bruised her eyes. Besides, conversation was his enemy. She wanted to discuss what was happening and he was limited by the power of Aeron’s edict.
“I don’t want to sleep.” Fear lined her words.
With concern, Armando traced his fingers over her cheek and chin. “Sleep, Vanora. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
“But I don’t trust you,” she muttered, turning her face away from him.
The words stung, but they weren’t unexpected. She was powerful, even if her full potential was yet to be realized. Armando knew she could sense his deception, but there was no way to assuage her fears. “Perhaps not in all things, but in this you
“Because of Roman…”
“Yes.”
“Because he might die.”
“Yes.”
Vanora swept her fingers along her heavily-lidded eyes. Her voice was thick with drowsiness. He wished he could make her sleep, but she would sense what he was doing and resist. Instead, he offered her comfort, taking her warm hand in his own.
“Sleep, Vanora,” he said.
To his surprise, she didn’t argue, but closed her lavender eyes and faded away into the world of dreams.
It was a relief when she fell into a deep slumber. There was so much he wanted to tell her, yet couldn’t. Frustration ate at him. Vanora was not the type of person to meekly fall in step. She would demand answers that he could not give her even though he desperately wanted to. It was difficult to even know if what he was doing was right anymore. He wanted the Socolis away from Houston and safe before Aeron arrived, yet was that even possible?
Vanora awoke with a start, gasping.
“Are you okay?” Armando asked worriedly.
Rapidly blinking her eyes, she dragged her purse onto her lap and pulled out her glasses.
“Vanora?” Armando
“I’m okay,” she answered, adjusting her glasses on her face.
“You’re wearing your glasses.” He suspected she had lost her vision yet again. He knew that her power could blind her, but what did it mean now? Had she experienced some sort of prophetic dream?
“I have nightmares, and sometimes afterward my vision is...off.” She shoved her trembling fingers into her white hair to massage her scalp. It was obvious she was in some discomfort.
Armando boldly slipped his hand beneath her thick white hair to rub her neck. Her skin was flushed and warm beneath the coolness of his fingers. The tension in her muscles spoke of nightmares. Slowly, the rigidity of her posture dissipated under his touch.
“Did you just have another nightmare?” For a moment he feared she was dreaming of Aeron. But wouldn’t she say something? Perhaps not. Time and the distance they had placed between them had taken its toll. The night she had left Houston he had never dreamed that even his slightest touch might be an intrusion upon her. After they had made love, he’d honestly thought she would be his to hold and caress. Now each time he touched her, he feared she’d recoil. With dread, he realized if she was dreaming of Aeron, she would not tell him.
Vanora gave him a slight nod, acknowledging the truth.
“About what?” His voice sounded stringent and he hated that fact.
“Darkness consuming me.” Sliding her gaze toward him, he could see the fear in her lavender eyes.
“I won’t let that happen.” It was a vow. A sacred vow.
When she pulled away from him and pressed herself against the door, the pain of her rejection drew a
