5 - Together To Join
not sigh. It takes breath to sigh. The train of thinking wasn’t working again. She still looked and sounded and seemed real. Too real.
    “Pandemics happen all the time. Throughout history. 1790 was another year full of plague. I attended a death. And then I caught a cough that seemed to burn through me. And when I prayed, an angel came to me and offered me life instead. Eternal life. What would you have done?”
    “An angel. Right.”
    “I thought that’s what she was! I didn’t find out until later – much, much later – that I’d been turned into this.”
    “Whatever you say.”
    “You don’t believe me? But why? I swear to you that is what happened.”
    “You don’t have to defend yourself to me. I’m a hunter. I kill vampires. Remember?”
    There was a long silence. He could feel his body tensing and barely managed to keep it hidden.
    “That didn’t feel like death to me. More…like life being renewed. Exactly as I always dreamed.”
    ”Why do you act like a real woman when we both know you’re not?”
    “I am a real woman, Garrick.”
    “You’re dead. Ancient. Decayed.” There. He said the words. They did about as much good as keeping them in his thoughts. None.
    “Me? Oh, no. Not me. I feel reborn! Alive! And totally womanly. I have been mated! I’ve found my soul-mate! Not only is it fated, but it’s miraculous. Amazing. Magical. But I have used those terms already. I shall think of other words…once you give me more to describe, of course.”
    He barely caught the groan. She licked her lips, putting moisture on flesh that already looked plump and mauled. His body reacted, in a lurch that wasn’t remotely graceful, although it did make the bed sway for a bit before it settled.
    “Oh…my.”
    He moved his glance to her shoulder. Then past it to the alcove where he’d left his half-eaten meal. He’d been warned of their abilities; trained against their allure; immured to their sensual nature. And all of it was absolutely worthless. A red light started blinking from somewhere behind him, reflecting off the walls.
    “Oh. It appears I have a message. I have to answer it.”
    “That’s a message light?” She had the capability of sending and receiving messages.  He stored the information.
    “ Oui . And I cannot ignore it. You won’t try and escape again, will you?”
    He shook his head.
    “Truly?”
    “I don’t even know where I am.”
    “Canada.”
    She said it quickly and then there was the slightest pause, as if she just realized what she’d done. Garrick glossed over it as if there wasn’t any bit of meaning.
    “Canada, huh? Great country. Large. How did we get here from Louisiana?”
    “I have to go.”
    Fair enough. He’d figure it out. There were safe houses throughout the world, including Canada. Calgary alone had three of them. She’d had his meal delivered somehow. And that meant civilization wasn’t out of reach.
    “We flew, right? Please don’t tell me you flew and carried me. I weigh at least twice what you do. I’ll have to turn in my man-card.”
    He flicked a glance to her upper lip, barely avoided eye contact and the searing vision of her nakedness. His breath shuddered through him. His attempt at humor fell flat. She wasn’t telling him anything and everything about her aroused him against his will. He was in luck he hadn’t removed the bottom half of her attire. It was better to keep talking, fishing for information.
    “I’m going to guess you put me on a commercial flight. No…that can’t be right. I was unconscious, and you’d have a hell of a time getting through security. You’re not photographable. You’d be a TSA nightmare.”
    “If you need anything you have but to ask. I’ll return as soon as I can. I promise.”
    “Who am I asking? And how? I’m a prisoner, remember?”
    She ran a fingernail along his arm to his shoulder. He didn’t watch. It was enough that she raised goose bumps on him with the motion. “Oh. Use the com-link

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