“Fuck.” Elijah lifted his other arm to stare at his right wrist and the matching scar.
“The fae cannot die on Faerie. But here on Earth, they can be injured or killed by pure iron. William gave me the handcuffs you’re wearing and sent me here to uncover whether you are fae. The fact that the iron affects you proves it.”
He sat up, ignoring the moan from the groupie lying naked beside him. A quick glance told him the brunette was asleep, as was the pink-haired friend curled around her. Elijah had hoped a fuck-a-thon with a couple of groupies might distract him from Echo’s voice in his head, but no such luck. Especially when theyboth asked where he’d gotten the scars. Hopefully, they’d never mention it to anyone else.
Swinging his legs off the bed, he reached for the wide leather cuffs sitting on the bedside table. Thankfully, he had several he often wore, usually one on each wrist and only when he wore his shirt sleeves rolled up. Buckling them on now to cover the unfortunate new marks, Elijah scowled. He’d worn them under his shirt in case the fabric slid up during their gig. He hadn’t wanted the guys noticing and asking questions he couldn’t answer.
For over a decade, Elijah had managed to keep his gifts hidden from his bandmates. The only two people in the world who knew about them were his parents.
“The spell brought to fruition seven children, born to human parents, but fae. Seven fae children with fae gifts and fae immortality … and more importantly with the ability to open the gate.
“Whoever used the children’s blood to open the gate would be welcomed into Faerie where they could live forever.”
“Get out of my head,” he muttered, pushing up off the bed to cross the room into the sitting area of the presidential suite. Uncaring of his nakedness, Elijah pulled back the curtains and stared out at the city. The hotel was in Old Town and his suite was just high enough to see across the top of the building adjacent. The city was abuzz with early-morning traffic. It was a sunny May morning.
No cloud cover.
Total daylight.
Suddenly, Elijah wanted nothing more than to get out of the hotel and onto the streets where a treacherous vamp couldn’t get at him. Uncaring of the women still sleeping in his bed, Elijah showered quickly, threw on jeans and a T-shirt, tucked his phone in his back pocket, slipped on sunglasses, and departedthe room. Phil and Jamal were happy to share a suite, but since Elijah and Adam fucked around a lot, they always got their own rooms. The rest of their entourage stayed throughout the hotel.
Knowing the guys would still be asleep after their long gig last night, Elijah strode down the corridor and got on the lift.
Last night had been the worst gig of their careers.
All because Elijah’s head wasn’t in it.
And like the good guys they were, they’d just patted him on the shoulder and told him they understood. They were all tired. It was time to go home.
But it wasn’t quite. They still had one more night to play in Antwerp.
And then Elijah could fuck off somewhere alone to deal with the mental fucking trauma Echo the deranged vampire had caused.
He didn’t know what was worse: what she’d told him and believed about him, or the absolute disappointment of her turning out to be psychotic. Ever since their meeting in Vienna, Elijah hadn’t been able to think about anyone else.
The anticipation he’d felt walking into her hotel room and seeing her looking so damn gorgeous was immense.
All for it to come crashing down.
What a bloody disappointment.
“And a mind fuck.”Fae? Him? Was she nuts?
Clearly.
With a heavy exhalation, Elijah stepped off the lift and strolled across the lobby. Almost immediately, the hair on his nape rose, his pulse racing, and dread settled over him. Unnerved by the sudden sensation, one he’d experienced only a few times over the years, and always before something horrible happened, Elijah stopped. He glanced around at the hotel guests and staff, searching for anything untoward.
Nothing.
Not that he could see.
And Echo wouldn’t chance coming here in the daylight.
Not that …
He stiffened.
He’d never felt this way around her.
