Destined for an Early Grave

He started to kiss me again when I struck. I might care for him, but this was not going to happen. Too bad Gregor had forgotten I still had a knife.

“Let me tell you something you must have missed these last several hundred years—no means no. I suggest you don’t try any strenuous moves, Gregor.”

The silver knife, the same one I now knew had been used to bind us, was stuck in his back. My hand was wrapped around the etched handle as firmly as I’d ever held a weapon. No way would I betray Bones with Gregor, no matter what residual feelings I might still have for him.

The knife hadn’t pierced Gregor’s heart, but the blade was close. He must have felt that, because he froze.

“Ma femme, why would you hurt me this way?” he said in a much softer tone. “If you truly don’t want to make love, of course I will not force you.”

“Of course?” I repeated with a snort. “Did you think I’d only remembered certain parts? The blade stays.”

“You were needlessly hesitant from your maiden fears, any man would have acted the same,” he began to sputter.

“Bullshit. You didn’t do what any man would do. You did what you wanted to do, as usual. I don’t want to hurt you, Gregor, but I don’t trust you enough to take out this knife, so here’s the deal. I remember everything, just like you wanted me to…and now I want to leave.”

Gregor looked shocked. “To go back to that hit man?” he spat. “You want to return to Bones, the dog who made you into this—this Red Reaper?”

He flung the name at me like the foulest insult. Far from being insulted, I laughed.

“Bones didn’t make me anything. I’d killed sixteen vampires by the time we’d met. Bones just made me better at it, and he never made me his whore, either. You’re far more of a tramp than I am; how many people have you slept with?”

He gave me an indignant look. “I’m a man. It’s different.”

“That sums up right there why the two of us would have never worked, regardless of Bones,” I muttered. “Call Lucius, have him come in here. Despite the fact that it would take care of a lot of problems, I don’t want to kill you, Gregor. But if you try anything, I will do what comes naturally, and we both know what that is.”

I should have killed Gregor as soon as I sank that knife into his back. Getting my memories back had proved he’d lied to me, manipulated me, and tricked me into binding myself to him. Plus, he was a threat to me and to Bones, since Gregor didn’t take rejection very well. But one, I wasn’t in any condition to fight off Gregor’s people if I killed him—and I was betting Gregor had more than Lucius here. Two, we’d made a deal that didn’t involve me murdering him at the end of it.

And three, the remnant of the infatuated teenager I’d been couldn’t bear the thought of killing Gregor, even though the adult in me knew he had it coming. Still, that didn’t mean I was taking out the knife. If Gregor attempted a double cross, I’d use it.

Gregor glared at me. I didn’t blink. This wasn’t the Catherine he knew. I was Cat, and he hadn’t met me before.

“Lucius,” he belted out finally. “Come to me at once!”

After a few seconds, the door opened. Lucius stopped short when he saw Gregor naked on top of me and a knife sticking out of his back.

“Master?” he began. “What—?”

“Listen up, Lucius.” I didn’t glance away from Gregor, only seeing the other vampire from my peripheral vision. “You’re going to get a speakerphone and bring it in here. Right now. You get any other ideas, and you’re the next to die, old pal. Got it?”

“Monsieur?”

“Do it,” Gregor said silkily. He’d regained his composure. “After all, I made my wife a promise.”

My lips curled at his emphasis, but that was a pissing contest for a later date.

“Glad to know you’re going to keep your word. With luck, you’ll have this blade out in a few hours.”

“Hours?” His forehead creased in incredulity.

“You said we’re in Austria,” I replied, thinking. “If he agrees to come, it’ll take him a few hours to get here. After he arrives, I’ll pull out this knife.”

“You’re calling Bones?”

Gregor asked it with a gleam in his eyes that reminded me how dangerous he was. I bet you were figuring that’s just what I’d do, and you’ve got the trap of a lifetime waiting for him.

“You wish,” I said. “But no. Someone else.”

Vlad Tepesh didn’t contain his laughter when he walked in the room. It came from him in full-bodied peals that had him briefly leaning on the doorframe for support.

“Now that’s worth the trip right there.” He chuckled, pink starting to sparkle in his eyes. “How goes it, Gregor? Forgot your manners, did you? If I’d known you were balanced in such a precarious state, I might have taken even…longer.”

I’d yanked a sheet between us and made Gregor pick up his hips, but the rest of him stayed where it was so I could keep that knife close to his heart. It left Gregor with his ass sticking up in the air while his face stayed level with mine. I wasn’t trying to be funny. Only practical.

“Thanks for coming, Vlad. My arm was getting tired.”

I’d only met Vlad last year during that awful war, but he was someone I trusted. He’d saved my life, in fact, and even though I hadn’t seen him lately, I’d been right in guessing that he’d come if I asked him to. Plus, when doing a mental rundown of vampires in Eastern Europe who were both strong and feared enough that Gregor wouldn’t attempt a double cross, Vlad’s was the only name on the list. Dracula’s bloody reputation wasn’t only made during his days as the infamous prince of Wallachia.

“Okay, Gregor, I’m going to pull this knife out nice and slow. Once I do, you climb off. No tricks.”

Gregor glanced at Vlad, who smiled at him in a predatory way. Then Gregor nodded.

I sighed in relief and began to pull out the knife. Once the silver was out of his back, Gregor got up from the bed. He stood over me for a moment, his expression saying he still didn’t believe what had just happened.

“I’ll let you leave because I promised, but you are still bound to me, Catherine. You may have a few days to settle things, but then, you must return to me.”

“Clothes,” I prodded Vlad without answering. Frankly, I didn’t know what the hell to do about being bound to Gregor. It was obvious he wasn’t giving up just because I’d still picked Bones, even with my memory back. Did Gregor really think a few more days would mean I’d come to my senses and come back to him? God, he really didn’t know me.

“Another thing that makes this trip worthwhile,” Vlad commented, handing me a long dress.

I sat up and put it on without any false modesty. Vlad wasn’t leering, but he was a red-blooded male. I didn’t take it personally. “You’ve seen the top before, so I’m sure you’re not fighting a blush.”

“When has he seen your breasts?” Gregor hissed.

“When a horde of zombies ate most of my arm and all of my bra off,” I snapped.

Gregor let out a grunt. “That’s what you’re returning to? How you want to live? Think, Catherine!”

“Hasn’t she told you?” Vlad purred. “She doesn’t like to be called that name.”

I paused at the door next to Vlad. “Goodbye, Gregor. Don’t come after me, in person or in my dreams.”

Something hardened in Gregor’s face. It said loud and clear that this wasn’t over, and Gregor would still be chasing me. Why? I wondered. Was it just his pride refusing to accept that I’d chosen someone else?

Vlad smiled, rubbing his hands together. Sparks cascaded from them in blatant warning.

“Not thinking of trying to stop us, are you?” he asked silkily.

Vlad could burn someone to ashes with just his touch, even a powerful vampire like Gregor. So most people didn’t want Dracula to start playing with his matches.

“I won’t have to,” Gregor said, looking at me. “I’ll show you what Bones is. Then you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.”

“Goodbye,” I repeated. It summed things up right there.

We walked out of the large house with Vlad’s four escorts flanking us. No one attempted to stop us. Are they this afraid of you? I asked him. Or is Gregor up to something?

Just like Bones and Mencheres, Vlad could read minds. “Both and neither,” he answered, his dark brown hair swaying with his strides. “Gregor’s in a bad way. He needs his ghouls back.”

“Huh?”

Out loud this time. Vlad gave me a sardonic smile.

“You’ve driven Bones into rare form. It was smart of you not to have him come here. He’d have lost his mind completely if he’d seen Gregor poised naked over you. As it is, Bones will already suffer repercussions for what he’s done.”

“You told me on the phone that Bones was okay, that you spoke to Spade, and they were all right!” I burst out.

Vlad ushered me onto the waiting small plane, and his men climbed in after us. We taxied down a grass field before lifting off. Gregor had chosen a remote location as well.

“From what I gathered after speaking with Spade, Bones had you secured in a room during the attack?” he queried, continuing after my nod. “And at some point, Gregor called you and offered to stop the assault if you came to him?”

Another nod. “Cat, it was a ruse. Bones wasn’t outnumbered, and why you didn’t know that, I have no idea. Bones had over a hundred of the foulest undead mercenaries hiding beneath that house, just waiting for Gregor’s forces to get arrogant and rush them. By the time you reached Gregor, Bones already had the fight won.”

My mind went numb. Is this the whole crew? Or are there more lurking in the woods? I’d asked. And my mother’s response, instantly shushed, Oh, there’s more…

“Shit,” I whispered.

Neither of us said anything for a minute, then Vlad pulled out his cell phone.

“I have her,” he announced. “She’s fine, and we’re in the air.”

“Is that Bones?” My stomach churned with nervousness. He’s going to be so pissed at me.