slumped against the chair, knowing she would never keep her promise. She would talk to him. She just wouldn’t let Gary find out. “After all, it may not be his fault, I might have inadvertently led him on.”
Gary hugged her and then fingered the bandage carefully. “No matter what you did, Scarlet, no man has the right to force himself on you. What if you hadn’t gotten away?”
The question of the moment.
“I did get away.”
“Why don’t you go up and take a shower and hop into bed? I’ll come up later to check on you.” Gary helped her toward the stairs.
“I’ll be okay. It’s just a few scratches.”
“I love you, Scarlet, and you know it hurts me to see you like this.”
She squeezed his arm, thinking how Sebastian’s moderately shaped muscles were nothing compared to Gary’s. He had been so strong…
“I love you, too, Gary, but don’t worry. My head has already stopped hurting.”
“I’ll be up in awhile.” He watched as she gingerly stepped up the stairs and then he went back into the kitchen where Vince was repacking the first aid kit.
“I should have stopped him when he told me he was going to ask her out,” Vince chastised himself. “I wanted to, but I didn’t know what to say.” He tucked the medical tape into the box and slashed the tiny scissors through the air. “I like your sister, Gary, and it pisses me off to see her treated like this.”
“I know you do.” Gary draped his arm around Vince’s shoulder and carefully plucked the scissors from his hand. “I wish she’d been out with you tonight instead of him.” He shook his head and ran his fingers across his temples. Sebastian’s name grated across his mind like a dull blade. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on him. “It’s getting late. Are you going to the mansion tomorrow?”
“Yeah, the construction crew has started reinforcing the stairs. They said it shouldn’t take too long.”
“I’ll stop by on the way to the studio. I want to get things started, maybe even lay down a few tracks. Then maybe we can pay a visit to Mr. DelaCourte.”
Chapter Five
He was thinking of her. His amour. His angel from heaven.
Or had she come from hell?
She had come into his life on the eve of his nineteenth birthday. He had been enchanted by her beauty and her exotic ways.
Her eyes, the color of the Queen’s emeralds, had glittered with curious mystery. And when her thick lashes had fluttered, they betrayed her knowledge. He had asked her to dance, yet when they began, her hand clutching tightly at his, she'd become confused as to the steps and had laughed at herself, capturing his heart with her bold innocence.
She'd stayed with him for a short time. Too short. But her soul had permeated his and he had fallen deeply and hopelessly in love. She had not followed the ways dictated by society. In fact, at times she had seemed oblivious to the way that things should be. He still wondered what had happened. Where had she gone?
The vampire stirred in his chair, settling his head against the blue velvet cushions and looking up at the ceiling, envisioning the faces of his past.
Something so familiar.
Impossible. He had loved her, kissed her, and made love with her. No, he knew she wasn’t the same woman.
But it had been a long time.
“I’ve not since felt the love that I once knew for those precious few days,” he ruminated aloud while swirling the contents of his glass about the sparkling crystal. “And I have lived so long.”
She had disappeared into thin air. Right before his eyes. But not before changing his life forever.
He had rushed home from the city that night after an afternoon vigil at the bed of a sick friend. She awaited him, appearing distraught and sad, as if she were in trouble. They had both known that she had to leave and both wished that she didn’t have to.
The vampire sighed at his memories, blurred in spots by time, and by the will to forget all that meant so much to him. They
Gary hugged her and then fingered the bandage carefully. “No matter what you did, Scarlet, no man has the right to force himself on you. What if you hadn’t gotten away?”
The question of the moment.
“I did get away.”
“Why don’t you go up and take a shower and hop into bed? I’ll come up later to check on you.” Gary helped her toward the stairs.
“I’ll be okay. It’s just a few scratches.”
“I love you, Scarlet, and you know it hurts me to see you like this.”
She squeezed his arm, thinking how Sebastian’s moderately shaped muscles were nothing compared to Gary’s. He had been so strong…
“I love you, too, Gary, but don’t worry. My head has already stopped hurting.”
“I’ll be up in awhile.” He watched as she gingerly stepped up the stairs and then he went back into the kitchen where Vince was repacking the first aid kit.
“I should have stopped him when he told me he was going to ask her out,” Vince chastised himself. “I wanted to, but I didn’t know what to say.” He tucked the medical tape into the box and slashed the tiny scissors through the air. “I like your sister, Gary, and it pisses me off to see her treated like this.”
“I know you do.” Gary draped his arm around Vince’s shoulder and carefully plucked the scissors from his hand. “I wish she’d been out with you tonight instead of him.” He shook his head and ran his fingers across his temples. Sebastian’s name grated across his mind like a dull blade. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on him. “It’s getting late. Are you going to the mansion tomorrow?”
“Yeah, the construction crew has started reinforcing the stairs. They said it shouldn’t take too long.”
“I’ll stop by on the way to the studio. I want to get things started, maybe even lay down a few tracks. Then maybe we can pay a visit to Mr. DelaCourte.”
Chapter Five
He was thinking of her. His amour. His angel from heaven.
Or had she come from hell?
She had come into his life on the eve of his nineteenth birthday. He had been enchanted by her beauty and her exotic ways.
Her eyes, the color of the Queen’s emeralds, had glittered with curious mystery. And when her thick lashes had fluttered, they betrayed her knowledge. He had asked her to dance, yet when they began, her hand clutching tightly at his, she'd become confused as to the steps and had laughed at herself, capturing his heart with her bold innocence.
She'd stayed with him for a short time. Too short. But her soul had permeated his and he had fallen deeply and hopelessly in love. She had not followed the ways dictated by society. In fact, at times she had seemed oblivious to the way that things should be. He still wondered what had happened. Where had she gone?
The vampire stirred in his chair, settling his head against the blue velvet cushions and looking up at the ceiling, envisioning the faces of his past.
Something so familiar.
Impossible. He had loved her, kissed her, and made love with her. No, he knew she wasn’t the same woman.
But it had been a long time.
“I’ve not since felt the love that I once knew for those precious few days,” he ruminated aloud while swirling the contents of his glass about the sparkling crystal. “And I have lived so long.”
She had disappeared into thin air. Right before his eyes. But not before changing his life forever.
He had rushed home from the city that night after an afternoon vigil at the bed of a sick friend. She awaited him, appearing distraught and sad, as if she were in trouble. They had both known that she had to leave and both wished that she didn’t have to.
The vampire sighed at his memories, blurred in spots by time, and by the will to forget all that meant so much to him. They
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