Sex, Lies, and Vampires

'Ryan is friendlier. Ryan all but oozes niceness. I like Ryan. A Ryan would never snack on someone's leg. Adrian sounds'—I made an expressive gesture with my hands—'cruel. Heartless. Savage.'

'I am cruel, heartless, and savage. I am the Betrayer.'

'Mmm. Ryan reeks of normalcy.'

His eyes opened at that.

I made a face. 'Maybe you're right. You're not exactly the Ryan type. Adrian it is.'

I rubbed my arms again, glancing around for somewhere I could curl up and keep warm.

'No one has ever called me anything but Adrian the Betrayer.' For a moment there was a look of surprised longing in his eyes; then it disappeared as he closed his eyes again.

'What are you doing?' I asked, shivering slightly. I hadn't seen any sign of them, but I couldn't help wondering if there were any rats trapped in the room with us. I bet if there were, none would bother Adrian. Weren't vampires supposed to be able to control the creatures of the night?

'I am trying to sleep. There are no rats.'

'Stop reading my mind!' Annoyance at the way he dipped into my mind whenever he felt like it drove away the worry about rats and discomfort of the cold.

The corners of his lips quirked stiffly, as if he hadn't smiled in a long time. Even in partial shadow as he was, my inner squeal girl couldn't help but point out just how handsome he was. The faint glow of light picked up the red notes in his hair, kissing the hard planes of his face, the reddish whiskers softening an otherwise hard line of jaw. When his lips quirked upward at the corner, a hint of dimple showed on either cheek. His nose had a couple of small bumps down its length, indicating that he must have broken it once or twice. Eyelashes, thick and black, lay fanned on his cheeks, hiding those beautiful, haunted eyes.

He really was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen.

The faint line of dimples on either cheek deepened.

Sexy as hell, too, but I expected he knew that.

One side of his mouth curled.

He probably didn't even have to go shopping for dinner. I bet the women were on him so thick, he had to shovel them off.

The other side of his mouth twitched. The dimples deepened.

He didn't do anything for me, though. Nothing at all. I was more sexually attracted to the burned root that lay on the floor than to him.

His eyes opened in surprise.

'Ha!' I told him, rubbing my arms. 'That'll teach you to eavesdrop in people's private fanta… er… thoughts!'

'I assure you, it's not an ability I sought. In truth, the fact that we can read each other is more than a little disconcerting since it means…'

'What?' I asked, shivering with the damp and cold of the room.

'Nothing.'

He closed his eyes again and appeared to go to sleep.

I kicked his foot. 'You have dimples.'

One of his eyebrows raised, but he didn't even bother to open his eyes.

'That's got to be against a law of nature. Everyone knows it's physically impossible for vampires to have dimples. Men who have dimples are cute and adorable, like little fluffy bunnies. Vampires are dark, brooding, and tortured. You can't be dark, brooding, and tortured if you could burst out into dimples at any moment.'

His eyebrows lowered, but his arms remained crossed over his chest.

I kicked his foot again. 'Men with dimples sing Broadway show tunes. Upbeat Broadway show tunes!'

'I don't have dimples.' He crossed one ankle over the other just as I was going to kick his boot again.

'Yes, you do. I've seen them. You just don't know you have because you can't see your reflection in a mirror.'

You shouldn't believe everything you read.

'You can see yourself in a mirror? Oh. Well, the next time you're near one, you'll have to smile at yourself and see your dimples.'

His eyes opened for a few seconds to glare a steel-blue glare at me before closing again. Do I look like the sort of man who goes about smiling at himself in mirrors?

'You look like the sort of man who eats small children for breakfast,' I answered. He said nothing to that, just went to sleep sitting on a hard, cold floor in a hard, cold room that somehow didn't seem to be quite as oppressive as it had a few minutes before. Dimples or not, I had to give him credit for calming the major panic attack I had been brewing. I stood for a few minutes shifting from foot to foot, finally saying in a whining voice that had me flinching in embarrassment, 'I'm cold.'

The martyred look was back on his face, but he opened his arms without saying anything. I didn't wait to debate the pros and cons of curling up next to a mind-reading vampire, I just threw myself onto him, apologized briefly for inadvertently jamming my knee into his groin, wrapped my arms around him, and buried my face into his neck. He was warm and strong and he smelled good. I relaxed into his body, his arms closing around me with a solidness that left me feeling safe and protected.

Which was ridiculous, considering he had just kidnapped me and wanted me to destroy myself in order to save him from a curse.

'Nell?' His voice was low and deep in my ear, his breath hot on my temple as he spoke.

'Hmm?'

'I've never once had to shovel women off me.'

I chuckled into his neck, too warm and comfortable to protest the fact that he had been reading my mind.

'But it pleases me that you think I'm sexy.'

I pinched a bit of flesh on his back exposed between his black cotton sweater and the waistband of his pants. 'Bad vampire.'

As I was falling asleep, a thought shimmered in my mind in a way that made me wonder if I had imagined it, or heard an echo of his thoughts.

There can be nothing between us. There is no hope for me. I must die, and you must live.

Chapter Five

'Ow. Stupid rock. My next kidnapper is going to have a Porsche.'

Adrian said nothing, but the hand nearest me tightened into a fist, as if he wanted to strangle something. I had an uncomfortable feeling I knew what. Or rather, who. That worry didn't stop me from continuing, however. For some reason I didn't care to examine fully, I had gone from being terrified of Adrian to comfortable. Oddly comfortable. As in very, very strangely comfortable. And all because he was nice to me when he could have been cruel.

The fact that he didn't eat me for dinner also helped improve my overall impression of the Betrayer.

I shivered and trudged down the winding road that led from Drahanska Castle to the nearby town of Blansko, where I fervently prayed Adrian had a car stashed. 'My next kidnapper is going to know how to kidnap a girl in style. He won't drag me off to a dirty, rat-infested hole, starve me, then make me walk miles and miles and miles after the sun has gone down. He'll kidnap me using his sports car with comfortable heated leather seats, complete with picnic basket filled with goodies. A sexy red sports car.'

There was no response from Adrian other than his jaw tightening.

'A convertible!'

'For the love of God, woman, what do you want from me?' he burst out, his eyes flashing an irritated