“Move where?”
“Somewhere other than Budapest.”
I think of my friends, still partying in this city, and of my bestie, Grace, who is a brand-new bride. The last thing I want is for them to be caught up in whatever this is, and at some point I have to work out how to tell themeverything.
And for that I need time and, as it would seem, a place to hide.
“Fine.” I look up at him, knowing there’s a huge chance I’m going to regret all of this. “I accept your offer. Now, let’s get out of here.”
Dominik
I would kissher again if it wasn’t for the fact I can hear one of Damek’s vampires scratching at the keyhole of the door we’re stood next to.
I doubt he has any powers left after spending all this time out in the daylight, even muted as it is with the snowfall. If he did, he’d already be through the door. Right now, I expect he’s doing nothing more than acting as a beacon to his sire.
Until he expires altogether.
I need time, which is an unusual concept for a vampire, but until I can work out exactly what Damek is planning, I need to keep him away from Lucy and my mind clear.
Although with her scent in my nostrils and her taste on my tongue, the best thing I’ve had in decades, I doubt I’ll ever think clearly again.
Especially given my cock has decided it isn’t going to play nicely, not until it’s sheathed in her. A situation which I am absolutely certain will be rectified as soon as I am able to get her somewhere comfortable.
I have yet to fail in charming a female, and I certainly will not give up in charming my mate.
Although admittedly, I’d probably prefer it if she didn’t remain armed with a stake and the intent to use it. That is going to make things tricky.
“This way.” I gently guide her in front of me, through the crumbling building and out into the street where the car is waiting for us.
“How did you…?”
“There’s these things vampires use. They’re called mobile phones,” I advise, opening the door so she can get in, and I follow.
“Yeah, right. Tell me again how the vampires following me are nothing to do with you?”
“I sent a text before I caught up with you on the tram.”
“So, this was planned?”
“Surely you would want me to have an exit strategy?”
Lucy sits back against the leather seats and folds her arms over her chest with a huff as she stares out the window of my Lamborghini SUV.
“Where are we going?” she asks, eventually.
“To the airport.”
“Yeah, well if you’d left me there in the first place, none of this would be necessary.”
I smile, feeling my fangs descending further.
“On the contrary, I couldn’t protect you had you left Hungary.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” she mutters.
I do not react. If she thinks her family would have provided protection back in the United Kingdom, she would be incorrect. Being a Van Helsing doesn’t give you immunity from death.
Only being a vampire does. Or at least it gives us a level of immortality I’ve begun to find tiresome.
