lived with someone for all this time and had never discovered any of this knowledge.
“What, Thomas wanted to be a vampire?”
She shrugged her shoulders stared at nothing in particular for a moment.
“Who would not? We are all blessed. We have eternity to fix the mistakes we make, we can have fun, an endless existence.” She finished her statement breathily.
I let out a strange gurgling noise in my throat and wrinkled my nose, causing Victoria to reach out at lightning speed and clasp her hand around the front of my neck.
“Would you rather he had left you for dead? Left you in that disgusting backstreet in Dublin, my girl?” She released her grip, moving her hand away. “You are an ungrateful one,” she huffed. “You have allowed your maker to exist without taking him to your bed. You have gallivanted around London with, with an, uuugggh. You are nothing short of a disgrace. I wish Thomas had let me kill you. You are worthless little minion. A trouble maker.” She had nodded her head at the doorway with every sentence as though I was not worthy of being looked at by her.
My frown deepened as I searched her face for a meaning. Take Thomas to bed? What the fuck was she on about? He had always been like a father to me, not a lover.
“ What have I gallivanted around London with?” I struggled to make my words heard because my throat was so dry. My nerves were tingling, letting me know the numbness was starting to subside. I slid my head over the pillow to crane my neck and peered down to inspect myself, realising I was still wearing the white dress I had been in when I’d been attacked. My wrists were bound together with thick steel chains and secured with a heavy padlock.
“You need not concern yourself with that,” she said, wrinkling her nose in apparent distaste.
“What day is it?” I asked, realising my thirst for the first time since I had woken.
“We put you out two days ago to allow Thomas and I time to arrange your passage back to America. You cannot stay here now. You will cause us all too much trouble.” A dreamy gaze spread over her face as she said his name.
“What about Thomas?”
“He will stay here with Bartholomew and I.”
I snorted. ‘ Wouldn’t wanna’ be at that party .’ I raised half a smile.
“Thomas won’t live without me.” I shook my head and shot her pitying glance.
“Oh, but he must, he has been summoned by The Assembly. They insisted he return to England to take over from a member who wished to retire. Thomas is English, an English vampire. He must perform his duty to his government.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, lady?”
Victoria smacked her lips together when she heard my curse.
She flinched when she saw Thomas appear in the doorway cradling a large wine glass containing thick dark liquid. He gasped when he caught sight of my face, quickly turning away from my scrutiny. Victoria reached up and snatched the glass from him causing droplets of blood to spatter onto the snowy white bed sheet.
“Are you mad?” She furrowed her brow. ”We don’t want to strengthen her too much.”
“No, no, of course not my darling. How silly of me.” He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. Thomas has been forty-five when he was turned in 1670. Something had changed over the past few days, while I’d been in a drug-induced stupor, because something had made him look his full three hundred and forty three years. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, perhaps his demeanour?
He pressed the glass to my lips for a moment. I tried to gulp the blood down but he drew back. His expression remained flat and uncaring. I widened my eyes trying to speak to him without words, begging him to help me.
“Thomas,” I said his name in a soft tone, “tell me, my precious father, what have I done to deserve such wretched treatment?” This approach had always worked for me in previous years.
“My child, you have dabbled in a situation you cannot
“What, Thomas wanted to be a vampire?”
She shrugged her shoulders stared at nothing in particular for a moment.
“Who would not? We are all blessed. We have eternity to fix the mistakes we make, we can have fun, an endless existence.” She finished her statement breathily.
I let out a strange gurgling noise in my throat and wrinkled my nose, causing Victoria to reach out at lightning speed and clasp her hand around the front of my neck.
“Would you rather he had left you for dead? Left you in that disgusting backstreet in Dublin, my girl?” She released her grip, moving her hand away. “You are an ungrateful one,” she huffed. “You have allowed your maker to exist without taking him to your bed. You have gallivanted around London with, with an, uuugggh. You are nothing short of a disgrace. I wish Thomas had let me kill you. You are worthless little minion. A trouble maker.” She had nodded her head at the doorway with every sentence as though I was not worthy of being looked at by her.
My frown deepened as I searched her face for a meaning. Take Thomas to bed? What the fuck was she on about? He had always been like a father to me, not a lover.
“ What have I gallivanted around London with?” I struggled to make my words heard because my throat was so dry. My nerves were tingling, letting me know the numbness was starting to subside. I slid my head over the pillow to crane my neck and peered down to inspect myself, realising I was still wearing the white dress I had been in when I’d been attacked. My wrists were bound together with thick steel chains and secured with a heavy padlock.
“You need not concern yourself with that,” she said, wrinkling her nose in apparent distaste.
“What day is it?” I asked, realising my thirst for the first time since I had woken.
“We put you out two days ago to allow Thomas and I time to arrange your passage back to America. You cannot stay here now. You will cause us all too much trouble.” A dreamy gaze spread over her face as she said his name.
“What about Thomas?”
“He will stay here with Bartholomew and I.”
I snorted. ‘ Wouldn’t wanna’ be at that party .’ I raised half a smile.
“Thomas won’t live without me.” I shook my head and shot her pitying glance.
“Oh, but he must, he has been summoned by The Assembly. They insisted he return to England to take over from a member who wished to retire. Thomas is English, an English vampire. He must perform his duty to his government.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, lady?”
Victoria smacked her lips together when she heard my curse.
She flinched when she saw Thomas appear in the doorway cradling a large wine glass containing thick dark liquid. He gasped when he caught sight of my face, quickly turning away from my scrutiny. Victoria reached up and snatched the glass from him causing droplets of blood to spatter onto the snowy white bed sheet.
“Are you mad?” She furrowed her brow. ”We don’t want to strengthen her too much.”
“No, no, of course not my darling. How silly of me.” He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. Thomas has been forty-five when he was turned in 1670. Something had changed over the past few days, while I’d been in a drug-induced stupor, because something had made him look his full three hundred and forty three years. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, perhaps his demeanour?
He pressed the glass to my lips for a moment. I tried to gulp the blood down but he drew back. His expression remained flat and uncaring. I widened my eyes trying to speak to him without words, begging him to help me.
“Thomas,” I said his name in a soft tone, “tell me, my precious father, what have I done to deserve such wretched treatment?” This approach had always worked for me in previous years.
“My child, you have dabbled in a situation you cannot
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