Night's Pleasure (Children of The Night 4)

“No, although I think Dad knew, or at least suspected.”

Rane grunted softly. “We never could put anything over on the old man,” he muttered ruefully.

Rafe laughed softly. “I missed you.”

“No more than I missed you.” With tears stinging his eyes, Rane embraced his brother, thinking that he had stayed away from his family all these years for nothing. “They’re all okay? Mom and the old man? The grandparents?”

Rafe nodded.

“And Kathy? You’re still happy with her?”

“Yes. So,” Rafe said, his voice gruff, “what are you going to do about your woman?”

Rane looked at the house across the street. Through the open window, he could see Savanah sitting at the desk in the living room, her back toward him. Sunlight shimmered in her hair. “I don’t know. I’m afraid…”

“She loves you, brother. Any fool can see that.”

“Yeah, but is love enough? She wants to be a Vampire hunter, like her mother before her. I can’t help thinking that if she pursues that line of work, it’s going to drive us apart, sooner or later. I’ve never had any feelings of loyalty to others of our kind. Hell, I’ve killed a few of them myself, but…” He shook his head. “I don’t know, Rafe. I just don’t know.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” Rafe said, shrugging. “You love her. She loves you. Can you picture living the rest of your life without her?”

“No.”

“I think that’s your answer.”

Rane clapped his brother on the shoulder. “I think you’re right. If she says yes, I’ll want you to be my best man.”

“I have always been the best man,” Rafe said, grinning. “Now, go see your woman.”

Savanah closed the old photograph album and dropped it back into the bottom desk drawer. Hardly anyone printed pictures these days, preferring to look at them on their computers or satellite screens. One of these days, she intended to electronically convert the photos in her grandmother’s album so she could view them on the computer. Still, there was something very satisfying about being able to hold the album in her hands, to run her fingertips over pictures taken of her mother when she was a little girl.

Pushing away from the desk, Savanah gained her feet, then stood there, at a loss for something to do. She really needed to get those books from Rane, she thought, though she had no idea how she would accomplish that now. Still, she couldn’t very well hunt Vampires if she didn’t know who they were, or where they might be found.

She glanced out the window. There were still a few hours of daylight left. Maybe she’d go out in the back and do a little weeding. She hadn’t gone out there since the night Rane had fought Clive.

After pulling on a pair of old jeans and a short-sleeved sweatshirt, she shoved a stake in her waistband, slid a bottle of holy water into her pocket and then, grabbing her iPod, she marched out the back door, studiously avoiding the far side of the yard where torn-up grass and dark brown stains bore mute evidence of a deadly battle.

With the latest hits playing in the background, she lost herself in the simple task of pulling weeds. The air was warm; perspiration trickled down her back as she moved from one flower bed to another. There was something enormously satisfying in getting her hands dirty.

After an hour, she stood and wiped her hands on her jeans, intending to go inside and make some lemonade.

She had only taken a few steps toward the back door when she realized she wasn’t alone.

Stake in hand, she whirled around, and came face-to-face with Rane. Excitement sprang up within her and with it, the urge to run into his arms and tell him how much she had missed him. And then, as a drop of sweat trickled down her neck, her initial excitement quickly turned to panic. It was broad daylight.

“What are you doing out here?” She looked up at the clear blue sky and then back at Rane, expecting him to go up in flames at any moment. “Are you crazy? Get inside, quick!”

“I’m all right, Savanah.”

“But…” She glanced at the sky again. The last time he had ventured out in the daylight, his clothing had caught fire. “How? I don’t understand.”

“I owe it to Mara. Her ancient blood…” He shrugged. “I can endure the sun’s light for short periods of time now. Within a year or so, it won’t bother me at all.”

“Well, that’s…amazing. Come on in. I’d feel better if we were inside.”

“As you wish.”

He followed her into the kitchen, waited while she dropped the stake on the table and then went to the sink to wash the dirt from her hands.

“Let’s go into the living room, shall we?” Savanah asked, pleased that her voice sounded so calm when she was anything but calm on the inside.

She sat down on the sofa. Rane settled into the chair across from her. She could tell nothing from his expression. Why had he come here?

His gaze moved over her, long and slow, as if to memorize every line and curve. Had he come to tell her goodbye forever? It wouldn’t surprise her, not after the way they had parted the last time. She folded her arms over her br**sts, her heart pounding with dread.

“How have you been, Savanah?” he asked quietly.

“I’m okay.” She didn’t have to ask how he was. Judging from the way he looked, and the fact that he could now move about in the sun’s light, he was better than okay. It had been three weeks since she had seen him last, she thought, blinking back her tears, yet it seemed like forever.

“Savanah, I…”

Feeling suddenly cold, she ran her hands up and down her arms. “Just say it and be done with it.”

“Will you marry me?”

“What?”

“Will you marry me?”

She stared at him, speechless. She loved him. She ached for him in all the lost, lonely regions of her heart and soul. But…marriage? She had considered it, of course, wondered what it would be like to be the only mortal in a family of Vampires, but she had never dreamed it was a possibility. She came from a long line of Vampire hunters. He was a Vampire.

“Savanah?”

“I don’t know…I never expected…I thought you came here to tell me good-bye.”

He slid from the chair to kneel before her. “I know it won’t be easy for you,” he said, taking her hand in his. “I’m not the easiest guy in the world to live with. I have a lot of baggage, but I don’t think I can go on without you.” His thumb stroked the back of her hand. “I haven’t taken a life in a long time, although the temptation has always been there, until you gave me your blood. I don’t know what happened. I can’t explain it, but for the first time since I became a Vampire, I feel like I’m really in control. You did that.”