At Blade's Edge (2 page)

“Would you like a tour as I show you to your rooms?” he asked, clearly pleased by her compliment.

“Yes, I would. Thank you.”

“The house was built in 1827 for Scion Stewart by his father as congratulations for being elevated to Penultimate.”

Clive had been essentially in the next in line seat for a Scion position for nearly two centuries. And The First had given him North America. The new world for the new Scion. Neither was all that new as things went, but Rowan knew Theo saw the poetry in such a move.

“This is the formal receiving room.” He pushed open gleaming wooden doors to expose a lovely sitting room in cream and navy.

Most rooms with the word
formal
attached to them were anything but inviting or comfortable. But the room managed to be warm and intimate while retaining the overall flavor of the house.

The receiving room connected to a gorgeous, very masculine, wood paneled library and office.

“This is Scion Stewart’s library and office. All the networks in the house have been set for your use. He urged me to reiterate that this was your home too and he expected you to make use of it.”

“He’s bossy that way,” Rowan said before she even thought. But before she could apologize for her snark, Betchamp chuckled.

“Alice told me you were a pleasant surprise. She was correct.”

Rowan nearly smiled at the mention of Clive’s personal assistant.

Betchamp led them through a living room that had a grand piano in a far corner. Comfortable clusters of chairs and couches spread through the room. A lot of windows for the abode of a Vampire. But Clive loved to look at the stars, even if he couldn’t have the sun.

The kitchen was a cook’s dream with loads of counter space and top of the line appliances.

“My wife, Elisabeth, is the cook and daytime house manager. She’ll be up to serve you breakfast or whatever you desire during the daylight hours. She popped round the market but should be back shortly.”

He led them up the back stairs. “Master suites are here on this floor. They just finished the remodel the day before yesterday.”

He pushed the door open to reveal a light yellow room with comfortable furniture and classic touches. “This is your sitting room. Your bedchamber is to the left.” He opened that door. More of the pale yellow, only this had a more French country feel with blue accents.

It hit her as she stood there. Clive had done what he said he would. A shared space but her own as well so she could move about freely while he was at daytime rest.

The colors and decoration were feminine. Elegant. Beautiful lines to all the furniture. Not a single overly fussy thing.

Clive knew her so much better than she gave him credit for.

He led her back through the sitting room to a larger space. Couches, a television, music, bookshelves. A casual, comfortable place she and Clive could be together in before he went off to rest for the day.

Opposite to Rowan’s bedroom, Clive’s bedchamber was sumptuous. Mahogany furnishings, plush bedding the color of deep amber. Quiet, calm. The perfect place to rest and be left alone.

Quickly Betchamp showed off the rest of the townhouse, including the mews house, which was a British way of saying guest house, where Clive had an office put together for her as well as a living space for David.

“Clive’s very thoughtful,” David said once they’d been left alone and told dinner was ready whenever they desired.

Yes, that he was.

“Give me a few minutes. I have to make some calls. I’ll see you at the dinner table,” Rowan told him and headed back to her sitting room.

Once she was alone, she pulled out her phone and gave in to the small satisfaction of jabbing the icon of his face to call Clive.

“Am I interrupting anything good like a beheading?” she asked, bending to breathe in the scent of the peonies spilling from a vase on a table near the door.

Red peonies. Her favorite. Which is why they were there.

Clive’s easy laugh was as heady as the scent of the flowers. “Your greetings never cease to amaze me. Not tonight. Not yet anyway.”

She heard the smirk in his tone. “I like your house,” she told him, feeling shy all of a sudden.

Rowan really needed to remember to say nice things to him. He was so good at it she took it for granted. Which maybe would have been okay if he’d only been some dude she was nailing. But he was so much more. And it might keep him amenable when she had to update him on her dealing with Warren earlier.

“
Our
house. And I’m pleased to hear it.” And he was. The emotion was plain in his words.

Their energy, even over the phone, comforted her. She’d never connected with someone like this. And she might even be in a place in their relationship where that didn’t make her so terrified she broke into a sweat at the thought of needing anyone.

“You like your space?” It was Clive who was shy that time. Vulnerable. A wave of wonder hit as she let herself appreciate what he made her feel.

Her space.

Rowan walked through the outer sitting room and into the bedchamber beyond. Yes, it was her space.

Or he wanted it to be.

Rowan would feel like a guest for a while to come. She’d only just arrived and the staff there had worked for Clive for generations.

But she knew it wasn’t so much a question about the physical look of the place anyway. He wanted her to know he heard her. Respected her need for solace.

“I do really like it, yes. It’s quiet upstairs. Nice and separate from the social spaces below.”

His apartment in Vegas was constantly full of his staff and guests of one type or another. She found it difficult to find silence for more than short bursts of time.

This place was meant to be her sanctuary.

“You know how much I like being left alone. So you get a gold star. Bed is very comfortable.” She lay across it with a happy sigh. “
Very
comfortable.”

“It’s the same mattress that you have at your place here in Vegas.”

She blushed, smiling at his thoughtfulness. Embarrassed even as it made her so happy. “You’re very good at being thoughtful.”

“It’s your wedding present. The house is ours. I want you to be comfortable there. I want you to be comfortable in my life.”

Wedding present
. She shoved the heel of her free hand over her eyes to hold back the emotion he evoked.

“You’re a Vampire, which makes it a lot harder than if you were just a dude. However.” She sighed. “You’re exceptional in the sack.”

“No substitute for experience,” he shot back.

“True. And you have spent your centuries honing your craft. So, we can tick off the sex machine box in the plus column.” She snickered as she imagined his face.

“Well, that’s good to hear. Other than keeping you adequately pleasured, what else about me overcomes my essential Vampireness?”

“You have excellent taste in wives.”

He laughed. “I completely agree.”

“You aren’t helpless. You don’t play games. You aren’t needy. You remember how much I love peonies. You arranged a remodel of your swank old rich guy manor house thing in what? A week?”

“Well, to be frank, I had been thinking of the remodel for a while. But the day you and I became bonded, I had Alice get things started.”

In a little less than a month he’d done all this. For her.

“This is a really good wedding present. Now I’m feeling a little panicked that you’re always going to win the present game in this relationship.”

“But do you lose that way?” The smug satisfaction was there in his words. He
liked
spoiling her. Weirdo.

“I like to win. This is not something that should surprise you.” Plus, when he was so good at it and she wasn’t, wouldn’t he feel put upon at some point? Like he did all the work?

That made her pissy. She hated it when people were better than she was at things and when it was something like this...love thing, she was utterly and completely out of her element. Something
else
that made her pissy.

But it wasn’t fair in this case to aim her bad annoyance at him. Because he was being a nice person. A good husband. Things she’d pretty much never really given much thought to having. Figured she never would have a husband of any type, much less a grumpy control freak Vampire Scion with ironed underpants and a stick up his totally fantastic butt.

“Rowan, I like to give presents. I like to befuddle you and fluster you with gifts. I let you punch people. I think it only fair that you allow me this.”

Rowan found herself relaxing with a happy sigh. He
did
let her punch people and gave her presents too. “You really are perfect for me.”

“So truly, you like our home?”

Clive had promised her things when they’d decided to get married. A shared space. A place she could call home
with
him. She figured he’d have a nice house and that he’d make sure she had a key and some servants. But this?

He’d given her the gift of truly listening and paying attention to her. To what mattered to Rowan. What made her happy.

And he’d done it without a word to her.

“I do. Thank you, Clive.”

“You’re welcome. Now tell me what you’ve been up to.”

She sucked in a breath. “I just wanted to get a lay of the land. On my own. I can’t very well do surveillance with servants in tow. It’s unseemly. And dumb. Who is going to be scared of that?”

He made a low sound. So annoyed with her. It cheered her a little.

“Anyway. You have a training issue here. I don’t think their incompetence was malicious. Just a lack of experience. I had David write up his observations of your team’s weaknesses and strengths. He’ll send it to Alice.”

“What’s the rest? I can tell there’s more.”

He was getting better at reading her like that.

Rowan told him about the situation with Trevor and how she’d called in Warren.

He got very quiet. No snarls or sounds of derision.

“I thought you two had gotten past that thing and were allies again.”

“That thing? You refer to the way he thought to take you from me?” Clive’s tone had gone very sharp.

As much as she got the tinglies when he was like this, she had to steer him away from jealousy land. “As if that would have ever happened. You know it. I know it and most of all, Warren knows it. This is his territory. I contacted him because that’s how it works.”

“You’re correct,” he said after a bit more silence. “I do appreciate your telling me now. Thank you for not killing him.”

“Warren or Trevor?” she teased.

“If Vampires only knew this side of you.”

“No! Then they wouldn’t be scared. Or they’d all try to talk to me and be my friend or whatever. And Goddess knows I have no more room for Vampires in my personal life. You’re all like hamsters. More of you every damned time I look in the living room.”

He laughed at that. The terse energy now dissipated.

“It’s my turn to tell you something. I’m going to be delayed two days. I’ve got some...
personnel
issues to handle,” he said.

Mmm. “I wish I could watch that handling.” He was all suave until he got pushed too far and then he was lightning fast and brutal. Totally, absolutely hotter than the sun. “Do your job. I need to do mine. It’s fine. You don’t need to come at all, you know. We can see your parents at the thing Theo is planning. It’s just next week.”

“Don’t sound so hopeful. My parents are expecting us both. They want to meet you. I had Alice let them know we’d be a few days later. Everything is fine with that.”

Rowan sighed. Meeting his parents freaked her out. Meeting anyone’s parents was weird. But these were in-laws! Vampire in-laws with a super powerful and influential son who’d just married a Hunter.

A lot of Vampires hated her. More feared her. This whole married-into-a-Vampire-family thing was so not what she was equipped for.

Her stomach growled. “I’ve got to go. There’s food waiting and I haven’t met Elisabeth yet.”

“I love you, Rowan. I’m coming for you. Betchamp is on notice to provide you with anything you might need. We also have a car and driver available twenty-four hours a day. I had my team bring in someone more suited to guarding you. He’ll be better equipped at surveillance and overall sneakiness.”

“Jeez. You Vampires and your love of being catered to and carted around.”

“Why take a bus when one has a luxury car and a driver to take you wherever you need to go? Don’t be silly and refuse to use what is yours now to make a point.”

Rowan snorted, relieved he was being bossy and high and mighty instead of perfect and sweet, or jealous and shirty about Warren. However, the sneaky bastard had boxed her in. Of course she wanted to take the bus to make a point! But he’d worded his taunt perfectly so if she did, she’d have to
admit
being silly and petty.

It didn’t mean she wasn’t going to, though. “I do what I want, Scion. We established that a while ago. I like the Tube. I like black cabs. I like to walk. I can’t be sneaky in a luxury car with a driver! I need to be sneaky. It’s as essential to my job as being cranky.”

Clive’s snort was a mix of eleven kinds of emotion. Rowan knew exactly how his face looked as he did it, the slight roll of his shoulders. Knew most of the time he
allowed
her to see it. Trusted her with his reactions, knew too she liked it so he used it to keep her on her toes.

“Of course you do, darling. And you’re quite exceptional at being cranky. And being sneaky. I’m sure you can find a way to do both with a personal driver. In any case, do try not to get injured. You’re my Hunter and I quite prefer you not in a coma.”

She grunted at the reference to her recent near dying. As if she’d forgotten. Rowan preferred not being in a coma too so she wasn’t going to argue. “Whatever. Is that dumb bitch drawing breath? No. But I am. Living is the best revenge.”

“Naturally. Just consider it. For my overall health and well being if you won’t do it for yourself.”

Rowan rolled her eyes. “We’ll see. Now, I’m hungry and you have some sort of beatdown to administer to some wayward Vampire. Take care of the boss, you got me?”