That didn’t mean he couldn’t find them.
Monique strolled to the dressing table and poured herself a glass of red. She leaned her ass against the table and studied him. “You look like shit. You should get some sleep, have the witch sit with her, she’s sleeping in the other room.”
“Coming from the girl covered in blood.”
“You’re no good to anyone if you’re tired. And I for one, do not want to put up with your temper when it cracks.”
“I’ll sleep when she wakes and not before.”
Monique stilled and her face hardened. “You can’t continue with this, thing . . . Her hand fluttered out. “You have going on with her.”
Karson’s jaw clenched and his tone came out ice cold. “If there is any vampire who has a problem with who I’m with, I will deal them.”
“Karson.” Monique straightened. “Forget your cock, you can’t be with her, a witch and a vampire cannot date. We are enemies. Not to mention, you’re breaking laws.”
Karson rested Amelia’s hand gently back on the bed, and rose. His heart thudded hard in his chest. He fought to contain his temper. Most would cringe to see him in such a mood, but Monique didn’t bat an eye. He snarled, “I don’t give a shit about laws. I will crush anyone who defies me.”
Monique exhaled a sharp breath. “And what about her. Her kind won’t stand for it. Our kind won’t like it. You risk a rebellion, or worse, an all out war.”
“There will be no war. Caron only wants to secure the grimoire before people find out it’s missing.”
Monique snorted and shook her head. She placed her glass down. “You’re playing with fire, and she’s the one that’s going to get burned. Not that I give a damn about her. But then you’ll get hurt too.” She sounded pained. She didn’t wait for him to respond,explode,she strode out.
The truth slammed into him like a thousand blazing swords. It was his love for Amelia that put her in danger. The reason Sarah had tried to kill her was to hurt him. There’d be more vampires with vendettas, too weak to take him on, they’d try to get to him through her.
Anger and fear unfurled in his stomach. His eyes fell back to his fragile, beautiful girl. He’d rather die rather than lose her. But he also knew, he couldn’t place her in danger ever again.
As if sensing his anguish, her eyes blinked open. Upon seeing him her lips curved into a slight smile, making his stomach rush and his knees buckle as if he teetered on the edge of steep cliff.
“Karson,” she whispered almost as if she couldn’t believe he was standing there.
He moved in a puff of wind. He took her hand in his. “Hello, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart,” she retorted, weakly.
He laughed. His stubborn, headstrong girl. She’d never once looked afraid of him. Then the laughter fell as he stared at her perfect face. His voice came out rasped, “Hello, my love.”
“Better.” Her smile was faint, but it lit up the room. “Hi.” Her voice sounded small her fingers trembled as they moved to on her throat. She blinked. “You didn’t bite me?”
“No, Caron turned up in time and saved you.”
She groaned and rolled her eyes. “Great, what does she want in return?”
For you to join their coven, to move in with Dahlia and keep training with them. To stay the hell away from me. He shrugged. “Nothing. She saved you because they might need you.”
Apprehension shone in her green eyes. She swallowed. “The grimoire, Sarah?”
His voice hardened. “Both still missing for now. We will find them.”
“Don’t hurt Sarah, she’s just hurt and confused.” A pleading rose in her voice. “Bob and Marg, she’s their only child, we can’t hurt them like that, it’s not fair.”
He was suddenly glad her hearing couldn’t pick up the male’s ragged cries from below. She was too damned kind for her own good. It was hard to imagine how a witch born to fight had so much empathy.
He felt his lips curl up into a snarl. “She almost killed you.”
“I know.” She closed her eyes and shuddered. “I remember.”
“Amelia, do you realise how close you came to death.” His voice sounded choked, as the truth struck like a blade.
