Angus grimaced. Im no doing it. I hate the bugger.
Stop it! Shanna screamed. You Forget it! Ill do it myself.
Shanna, you dont know how, Roman said. He closed his eyes and groaned. Gods blood. I guess I have to do it.
You guess? Shanna cried. Hes your father-in-law. Are you going to just let him die?
He threatens to kill me every time he sees me. Roman knelt on the other side of Sean. He leaned over him and shuddered.
Whats wrong? Shanna asked.
Im having trouble getting my fangs to come out, he muttered.
Shanna touched his hair. Do it for me.
Roman hesitated. Im trying.
He hates you, Shanna said softly. He told me he wants to plunge a hot poker through your heart and dance on your ashes.
Bastard! Romans fangs sprang out, and he sank them into Sean.
Marielle flinched. The other Vamps nodded with approval, but she looked away.
Connor pulled her to her feet. Ye doona need to watch. Let me get ye out of here.
Will he be all right? she asked.
We willna know for sure until tomorrow night. Connor led her down the street. Ye look like yeve been through a wringer. Ill take you back to the cabin. Ye can shower and eat.
I cant eat.
Then ye can rest. He touched her cheek. Ye did verra well, sweetheart.
She shook her head. Im afraid Ive ruined everything. The Archangels will never let me back into heaven now. I killed a living being.
Nay, ye killed a vampire, an unholy creature who was already half dead and attacking a mortal. Yer act of bravery may have saved Shannas father.
I know he was a vampire, but he had a human soul, Connor, just like you. And I killed him! Theyll never let me back into heaven.
Of course they will! So ye killed one nasty, murdering Malcontent. Tis no like ye slaughtered a dozen men in a fit of rage!
She gasped.
He winced. Bugger. Hed gone too far. Come on. Lets go back to the cabin. He gathered her in his arms so they could teleport.
Wait. Her eyes narrowed. Is that what you did, Connor? Is that the secret youve been hiding?
Chapter Twenty-two
Bugger. Shed never let up now. For a sweet angel, she could be very stubborn. Connor ignored her question and teleported them to the cabin.
Off ye go. He immediately herded her toward the bedroom. Yell feel better after yeve had a shower.
But I
Hurry up! I need a shower, too. Im covered with blood and guts and dead vampire dust. When she grimaced, he continued quickly, Im no fit to be around. So go! He shoved her into the bedroom and closed the door.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the water running in the bathroom. How long could he keep this up?
He warmed up a bottle, then sipped the blood from a glass while he disarmed himself. The battle had gone well. As far as he could tell, theyd killed over half of Casimirs small army. And with the exception of Sean Whelan, theyd suffered no serious injuries.
It was a bloody shame they hadnt been able to save the mortals.
Rest in peace, he murmured and drank a toast in their honor.
He wandered into the kitchen and placed his empty glass in the sink next to the bottle. In the pantry, he found a can of soup, so he warmed it up in a pot on the stove. He set an empty bowl and a spoon on the counter, then heard the water turn off.
He dashed into the closet to find a clean T-shirt and pair of flannel pants, then peered into the bedroom. Empty.
He knocked on the bathroom door. Are ye done?
She peeked out with a towel wrapped around her.
My turn. He pushed the door open and sauntered inside. Do ye have clean clothes?
Yes. She motioned toward the bedroom.
Good. He maneuvered her out the door. Theres soup on the stove for you.
You know how to cook?
I know how to open a bloody can. See you later. He closed the door.
But Connor
He turned on the shower to drown out her voice. He stripped and stepped into the shower stall. How long could he stay in here? Three hours? He snorted.
Him and his big mouth.
He closed his eyes and let the hot water sluice down his body. He would just have to be firm.
I confess nothing, he whispered.
Images of that night flitted through his mind, but he shoved them away. What was the point? Hed probably wasted a century of his existence, wandering aimlessly about while he wallowed in shame and regret. Eventually, hed tried to start over. He bought a small estate in the Highlands, far away from any mortals who would see him as a shameful creature. He teleported every night to a town like Inverness or Aberdeen to steal a few pints of blood. Then he returned to his home and roamed about the grounds. Slowly, the misery and loneliness drove him to despair.
He sought out Roman, who had sired him over a hundred years earlier. And that led him to Angus, and then Jean-Luc in Paris. Their struggle against Casimir became his own. It seemed that finally, his existence had a noble purpose.
But he could never escape what he had done.
With a sigh, he grabbed the soap. Poor Marielle. She felt guilty for killing one lousy Malcontent while hed lost count centuries ago of how many he had killed. And he never suffered any remorse for their deaths. Not when he considered how many mortals they had drained dry over the years. Besides, while he was killing Malcontents, they were generally trying their best to kill him, so it was a simple matter of self-defense.
He rinsed off. How easily he dismissed all those killings. So why was he so haunted by that one night in 1543? It was wrong. Ye knew it was wrong, and ye did it, anyway.
He toweled off and pulled on the clean T-shirt and flannel pants. Then he hauled the laundry hamper into the kitchen.
Marielle was setting her empty soup bowl in the sink. Her long hair was loose and damp. She was wearing plaid flannel pajamas.
Did ye enjoy the soup? He tossed the kitchen towels into the hamper.
Yes, thank you. Can we talk now?
We need to do the laundry. He dragged the hamper into the nearby utility room and tossed some towels and clothes into the washing machine. His chest tightened at the sight of her clothes mixed with his T-shirts and socks.
She followed him into the room.
He poured some soap into the machine. Did the ladies show you how to do this?
No.
He snorted. They had time to tell her about blow jobs and paint his fingernails pink. Ye turn the knob here, then He froze when she leaned forward to watch, resting a hand against the machine.
Nothing happened.
Then? She gave him a questioning look.
Her touch no longer made something work? Ye push the button here. He started the machine. What had happened to take away her magical touch? Was the demon right when he said the longer she stayed on Earth, the more human she would become?
Bugger. What if she ran out of time before he could get her back to heaven? A part of him didnt want her to go, but a bigger part cringed at the thought of failing her. Hed failed everyone else in the past.
Can we talk now? she asked.
Nay, we need to . . . load the dishwasher. He padded into the kitchen and took his time rinsing everything in the sink before stacking it into the machine. He even scrubbed the pot hed warmed the soup in.
When he closed the dishwasher, she was waiting there, holding a mop.
She offered it to him. Do you want to clean the floors now? And sweep the porch? I think the antlers on the moose head need polishing.
Are ye mocking me now?
She leaned the mop against the kitchen cabinets. I want to talk. Im sure you know what I want to talk about.
And Im sure ye know I doona want to talk about it.
She tilted her head, studying him a moment. Fine. She turned and went into the bedroom.
He exhaled with relief. Was it really going to be that easy?
Less than a minute later, she exited the bedroom, carrying a blanket. Shed added a jacket over her pajamas and fuzzy slippers on her feet.
No, it wasnt going to be easy. He folded his arms across his chest. Are ye going somewhere?
Id like to go back to the meadow where we made love last night. You can teleport us there, right?
I . . . suppose I could.
Good. You owe me a blow job.
What?
She gave him an impatient look. You said you didnt get to taste me or make me come with your mouth. I assume that offer still stands?
His groin tightened. I He ran a hand through his damp hair. The clever minx was learning very quickly how to be human. This is yer strategy, then, to trick me into talking? Im no going if thats what yere up to.
She shrugged. Fine. I guess you dont want a blow job, either.
Seconds ticked by.
Ill get my shoes.
A minute later, they arrived at the green meadow nestled in the midst of forested mountains.
Marielle spread the blanket on the ground, kicked off her shoes, then stretched out, gazing up at the stars.