“Stay in Budapest with me. It’s beautiful this time of year.” He gestures to the window of the Rolls. “The Christmas market will be setting up in a week. There will be ice skating.”
“I don’t like the cold,” I lie.
The car pulls up outside the grand white portico of the building which houses the biggest nest of vampires in the country if not Europe.
“Then I will find you ways to keep warm,” Dominik says.
And my core heats in a way it absolutely should not be doing. I’m immune to vampire charms.
Dominik
My desire…myobsession…for possessing what I want is going to backfire on me. Taking a Van Helsing into my nest is going to be my undoing.
I still have to find my brother and deal with his unhinged desires, and I don’t have time for a mate. Even if every atom in my undead being is screaming to have her by my side, in my sight at all times.
It’s a process driven by an ancient desire which is, which should be, long buried. Taking a mate for a vampire is something which hasn’t been done in decades, maybe centuries.
And taking a human? Unheard of. There has to be something wrong somewhere, and with my brother on the loose, causing havoc, I’ve not had time to seek advice.
Instead I’m bringing the descendant of our greatest enemy into my nest.
Because I can’t let her leave my city or my country.
I can’t let her go.
Lucy walks ahead of me as I usher her back through the door of the house she left not so long ago.
She stops in the open hallway and looks up to where the glass ceiling would have once shed light but now is merely lit withthe great crystal chandeliers dating from the time this place was built.
“Solar panels,” I say by way of explanation. “If you were wondering.”
“Solar panels? Instead of glass?”
“We take our carbon footprint seriously. And this is a big place to power.”
“Says the vamp who just bought every ticket on every plane out of Budapest to stop me leaving.”
“The little savings add up.” I gaze at her.
Now she’s here, in my nest, at my choice, I’m not entirely sure what to do with her. I’ve been long used to obtaining female company by way of mesmerization or, in more recent years, after monsters revealed themselves, there have been plenty of women who deem themselvesmonster fuckersand need no such encouragement.
The thralls call themgroupieswith a sneer. It seems some creatures are beneath even thralls.
But Lucy is neither a groupie nor just any female. She is mine, sent by fate.
I take a step towards her, and she takes a step back.
“I should warn you, I am armed.”
“And why would you warn me?”
Lucy studies my face. “I wouldn’t want you crying foul if I didn’t. But I will stake you as you sleep, Dominik Király.”
“You tried that.”
“I’ll try again.”
“What if I enjoy it?”
