Night's Pleasure (Children of The Night 4)

“Nothing. She won’t mind our being here, as long as you don’t try to take her head.”

Smiling, Savanah kissed his cheek, amused by the bizarre twist her life had taken. Only weeks ago, her days and nights had been boring and predictable. Now, everything had changed. Her father was gone. She had a Vampire for a lover, and she was on the run, hiding out in the home of the world’s oldest creature of the night. Yes, indeed, a strange twist of fate, one she might have welcomed if it hadn’t cost her father his life.

“You’re very quiet,” Rane said, lightly stroking her cheek.

“Nothing to say, I guess.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll find the one responsible for your father’s death.”

Savanah nodded. If it was the last thing she did in this life, she would avenge her father.

And if the Fates were on her side, maybe she could find the monster who had killed her mother, as well.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Clad in a long white dress reminiscent of the kind Cleopatra had once worn, Mara reclined on a curved settee, her gaze fixed on Kyle. She loved to watch him paint. He wielded his brushes with single-minded concentration. And after each session, he made love to her as gently and sweetly as ever a man had loved a woman.

Only, she wasn’t a woman, not in the way he thought she was. Did she dare tell him the truth? She shook the thought away. There would be plenty of time for that, later.

Awareness thrummed through her when he glanced her way. What was there about him that had so quickly and thoroughly captivated her? True, he was handsome, but she had met many handsome men in the course of her existence. Perhaps it was nothing more than the fact that he made her laugh. She refused to entertain the notion that she could be falling in love with him. She had resisted entanglements of any kind for centuries. She had taken lovers, she had created others of her kind, but she had never given her whole heart to any man, living or Undead.

Perhaps it was just being home again that made her vulnerable. It was wonderful to see the Great Sphinx again, to explore the pyramids inside and out. Walking barefooted along the banks of the Nile made her feel young and carefree; breathing the air of her native land, resting in the rich, fertile soil, renewed her in ways nothing else could.

Anticipation curled through her insides when Kyle laid his brush aside and walked toward her.

“It’s finished,” he said, his tone almost reverent. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“Finished!” Mara leapt from the settee. Thus far, he had not even let her glance at the canvas.

It was beautiful. Breathtaking. Being somewhat vain, she’d had her portrait painted every twenty-five years or so. The artists changed. The backgrounds changed, fashions changed, but she had always looked the same. Until now. Perhaps it was Kyle’s affection for her that made the difference.

“Surely that can’t be me,” she murmured.

The woman in the painting was exquisite, slender yet curvaceous. Her hair fell over her shoulders in luxurious waves, her eyes were bright with a hint of mischief and mystery, her lips were pink and slightly parted, as if awaiting love’s first kiss.

She glanced at Kyle. “Is that how I truly look, or how you see me?”

“It’s how you truly look,” he said, “but why are you so surprised? It’s the same face you see in the mirror every day. You must know how stunning you are.”

“Yes, of course.” She looked at her image more closely. Of course she looked beautiful. She was a Vampire, with a Vampire’s inherent glamour.

“You’re displeased?”

“No, of course not.” Rising on her tiptoes, she kissed him, and felt again that peculiar tingle.

“Can I keep it for a few days? I’d like to make a copy for myself.”

Resting her forehead against his chest, she blew out a sigh. He really was a dear man. How was she ever going to leave him? Would he still love her if he knew what she was? Few mortals who learned her true nature lived to tell the tale. Dare she trust him with the truth?

His hand moved in her hair. His touch sent a shiver of longing coursing through her. Lifting her head, she gazed up at him. Desire lurked in his eyes, the scent of musk rose from his skin.

“Mara, I look at you and I want you with every fiber of my being, every beat of my heart.”

She trailed her fingernail down his cheek. “An artist and a poet.”

He captured her hand in his and kissed her palm, his tongue like a flame against her cool flesh. “Only a fool in love with a goddess who dares to dream…”

“Of what do you dream, Kyle?”

“Of making love to you.”

“Come, my love.” Taking him by the hand, she led him to the settee and drew him down beside her. “And dream no more.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Another week went by and Savanah started to get restless. Not that she didn’t enjoy being with Rane, but she was beginning to feel like a prisoner. He had gone to her house again last night and when he got back, he had told her he didn’t want her going outside unless he was with her, which meant she couldn’t go swimming until the sun went down. When she’d started to argue, he’d kissed her until she forgot everything else. Now, she wondered what he knew that he wasn’t telling her.

She was anxious to go home, anxious for her life to return to normal, or as normal as it could be without her father, but Rane wouldn’t hear of it. He reminded her that Vampires and Werewolves were nothing if not patient creatures, and that just because they hadn’t seen or heard anything out of the ordinary in the last week, it didn’t mean there was nothing to worry about.

Savanah knew he was probably right, but she still wanted to go home. She missed living in her own house and sleeping in her own bed. She missed going to work. She had called Mr. Van Black and asked for more time off. She had called Jolie a couple of times to see what was happening at the Chronicle, she had called the police department to see if they had turned up any leads on who had killed her father even though she knew it was unlikely. As far as she knew, there weren’t any Vampire hunters on the force. She grinned inwardly. If she lost her job at the Chronicle, maybe she could go to work for the Kelton P.D.

Now, she wandered from room to room on the main floor. The views from the front windows all looked like scenes from picture postcards. Lofty green pines reached upward toward the bright blue sky with the mountains standing like sentinels in the background. Moving toward the back of the house, Savanah gazed longingly at the pool. Sunlight glinted invitingly off the still water, tempting her to go outside and take a quick dip, but Rane’s warning echoed in her mind.