She had been betrayed.…
“It is all right; you are alive, we are safe. The devil is safe behind the Gates of Hell once more,” Andreas murmured, folding her in his arms.
Tomi felt an ache at the deep familiarity of his embrace. She had been right all along.…She had known.…How could she have doubted him? How could she have let Gio manipulate her love? How could this have happened?
Andreas kissed her face, her hair. “I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you again.…”
Lost you again.…
And there was the knowledge she could not bring herself to accept. Michael had triumphed over the Dark Prince during the Crisis in Rome. Had won the day, won the battle. But it had come with a price.
Tomi returned Andreas’s kisses, but she could not bring herself to tell him the truth…that the worst had already happened.
That she had bonded with Gio, had said the words, and now…Her hand rested on her belly. What had she done? What have I done?
She had lain with the devil, and conceived a child in deceit.
PART THE SECOND
THE PAST IS
ALWAYS WITH US
I learned to live half alive…
—Christina Perri, “Jar of Hearts”
TWENTY
Schuyler
ordelia Van Alen had been a connoisseur of the world’s grand hotels, and Schuyler knew she would have approved of the Casa del Mar. The hotel on the edge of the Pacific had a panoramic view of the coastline and the Santa Monica Pier. Oliver had chosen the hotel for its proximity to Los Angeles and its excellent bar. He had booked them separate rooms on the penthouse floor. They were in Schuyler’s room, having gotten into the city via a stopover in New York. The remnants of a late room-service banquet were littered around the living area—silver platters of shrimp and salad, along with empty green bottles of sparkling water.
“You only live once.” Oliver smiled and admired the view.
“Not if you’re a vampire,” Schuyler reminded him.
“Point taken,” he agreed. “Now, shall we have a dip in the pool and enjoy the scenery, or should we get right to work?”
“I’m a little too anxious for relaxation right now. If my dad is alive, I want to see him as soon as I can. Let’s get started,” she said.
“Excellent.” Oliver got out his laptop and started searching. “Let’s see…the Bendix Corp Web site doesn’t have much information on its board of directors or officers, so that’s not going to do it. Checking for Stephen Chase in LA, but there’s only about a million listings.…This is going to be tough.”
“Look up Bendix, or Ben Chase—I don’t think he always went by Stephen, at least not when he was younger.”
Oliver checked again. “Nothing for Bendix. Another million for Ben. We need to try something different.”
Schuyler peered over his shoulder at the screen. “Are there any news articles about the family? Maybe they’re not in LA proper?”
Oliver ran a search for news articles on the Chase family. “Looking to cross-reference the Bendix Corporation,” he muttered to himself. “Got something—a charity event sponsored by the Chase family. In Malibu. No names or pictures, though.”
“That’s okay,” Schuyler said. “We can look for phone numbers in Malibu—maybe there won’t be as many as in the other places. Stephen, Bendix, Ben, whatever.”
Oliver typed furiously. “No Bendix, which is too bad—that would have been the easiest. No Ben or Stephen, either—found an S. Chase, though. What do you think?”
“Worth a shot.” Schuyler got out her cell phone and dialed the number.
A deep male voice answered. “Good afternoon, Chase residence. Who may I say is speaking?” Schuyler recognized the voice of the butler, of the help.