Broken Heart 02 Don't Talk Back to Your Vampire (5 page)

"All vampires have the ability to glamour," said Lorcan, "but the Family Romanov's talents go far and above memory wipes and"—he glanced at Tamara, smiling—"zombifying people. Obviously your powers are strengthening very quickly." His gaze flicked over me. "You must learn how to control them."

"Are you going to teach her?" asked my daughter with acid sweetness. "Or do you want to skip the niceties and just kill her again?"

"Tamara!" I bopped her on the back of the skull.

"Hey! That's child abuse." She frowned over her shoulder at me, then stomped away. I think people in China heard the door to her room slam. Guilt wiggled through me. Okay. Maybe I shouldn't have bopped her.

"She has a right to be scared of me," said Lorcan. "And to be angry with me."

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"You think so?"

My policy was to right my wrongs ASAP. You never knew how long you had with someone and I always wanted things to be squared away in case—well, just in case. So I hurried to Tamara's door and knocked.

"You're sorry," said Tamara as I opened the door. "I know." She shook her head. "I'm sorry, too." She sighed deeply, as if this admission had cost her all the energy she had left. She sank onto her bed and closed her eyes.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you, too. Now go away so I can mope."

Grinning, I shut her door. Then I walked past Lorcan and headed toward the sizable foyer. The library wouldn't be open for an hour, but I had another nightly task to perform.

Lorcan followed me into the foyer. I opened the closet and dug out various bags. He helped me drag them onto the front porch. When all the items were out, we sat on the rickety porch steps.

Like I said, ever since I became a vampire, the critters had been drawn to me like rain to Seattle.

Squirrels, raccoons, deer, rats—all creatures great and small wanted to hang out with me. They followed me like I was Snow White or the Goose Girl. Sometimes I could hear their thoughts, which were more like pictures and emotions than actual logic with words.

Tamara and I had accumulated a number of cats, which went in and out of the house like they owned it.

I verbally forbade all cats to go into the library, and strangely enough not a one had set a paw in it.

Broken Heart didn't really have dogs—most of them had left with the people. I think the fact that we had real werewolves roaming the forests and the streets kept their lesser brethren from venturing into town.

But cats—shoot, they weren't afraid of anything, not even lycanthropes.

As the end of August neared, summer still clutched Oklahoma in a lovers' embrace. The air felt humid and hot, even now, when the sun had been down for hours. A breeze offered some respite and brought with it the sweet scent of honeysuckle, a flower that bloomed nearly everywhere in town.

"Why are you here, Lorcan?" I offered an acorn to a squirrel. His tiny little paws accepted the treat and he sat on the step by my feet to nibble on it.

Lorcan didn't answer. Instead, he stared at the animals scampering around my front yard. Finally, he looked at me and asked, "Don't you think your daughter has a right to be angry with me? I did kill you, Evangeline. And because of me you're a vampire."

"Everyone is entitled to their feelings. But feelings aren't actions. Actions say more about you than any words you could ever speak." I offered some birdseed to a bluebird that landed on the stair railing. "But words have power, too."

"My actions were those of a murderer. What does that say about me?"

"I didn't realize you meant to kill us. Planning the deaths of eleven people—nope, that's not nice at all."

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"You know that is not true." He sighed. "I will never be able to pay enough penance for what I did."

"How do you judge what's enough? By how you feel or by what others tell you?"

"I don't know."

I knew what it was like to pay for a bad mistake. Maybe that's why I softened toward Lorcan. I wasn't exactly afraid of him, maybe because deep down, I could feel his pain. Literally. I don't know why I knew that the heaviness in my stomach was really his turmoil. He'd said my powers were getting stronger.

Lorcan truly was sorry—in fact, he seemed to be in a permanent pity party.

Lorcan's gaze captured mine, and I felt my nonexistent pulse stutter. Desire skittered through me, too. I put my hand on his arm. "You'll be okay," I said, echoing words that my mother said to me many times,

"if you'll let yourself be okay."

"I would be okay," he said, his voice razor-soft, "if I knew that my actions could be forgiven."

"Shouldn't you start by forgiving yourself? That would probably pave the way for others."

"Maybe I should start by asking your forgiveness."

Forgiveness wasn't on my mind. Lust, pure and simple, zipped through me—as sudden and potent as a lightning strike. Lorcan's eyes captured mine and for an eternity I gazed at him. I wasn't sure if I was ready to make real what my imagination had created. Was I just horny? Or did I feel something special for Lorcan?

I lifted my hand off his arm and the spell between us broke. I glanced around the yard. Though I welcomed all creatures (like I had a choice), there was one that had not yet arrived to see me.

Lucky was missing again. I hadn't quite decided if he was a lycan or not. He never got close enough for me to pet him, but each time he visited he came a little closer. I couldn't feel much from him other than deep, aching pain. I didn't know if my mojo had drawn him here or not. Maybe he knew something about loss, like I did, and that bound us together.

"Who are you looking for?" asked Lorcan. "It seems as though every animal in northeastern Oklahoma is already here."

I shrugged. If Lucky wasn't a lycan, I didn't want him run off by the very possessive guardians of our town. And if he was, I didn't want his secret out. I felt protective of him.

I peeked at Lorcan and saw him smiling. The sensual curl of his mouth was like a punch to my stomach.

He was beautiful. Beyond beautiful.

"Wow," I said, fanning myself, "is it hot out here, or what?"

"Hello, Eva. Lorcan."

I looked up to see Ralph walking up the cracked pavement that led to my house. Ralph was the only single dad among the parents Lorcan had accidentally killed. As the father of active twin toddlers, Ralph was kept busy. He had a full-time nanny and cook, thanks to the Consortium, but I rarely saw him around town. He usually brought his sons to the library every couple of weeks. And he always came to
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the Turn-blood meetings and the shindigs hosted by the Consortium.

I noted that Ralph looked really good in his dress shirt, jeans, and leather loafers. He had short brown hair and kind blue eyes, and though he wasn't much taller than I was, I could tell by the fit of his clothes that he was definitely muscled.

Next to me I heard Lorcan make a low sound that reminded me of a growl. I glanced at him, but he seemed to be looking at the two deer nibbling on a patch of grass.

"The library's not open yet," I said. "Did you already read all the Margaret Wise Brown books to Stephen and Michael?"

"A million times," he said with a grin. "But they love them—especially
Good Night, Moon
. I'll end up owing late fees. But I didn't come for books, Eva. I came to ask…" He cleared his throat, his gaze on Lorcan.

Lorcan returned Ralph's pointed stare, his black eyebrows rising in challenge. I could almost feel the testosterone thickening the air around us. Ralph licked his lips, then drew back his shoulders. "I was wondering, Eva… would you like to go out?"

"Go out where?"

He flashed that cute grin again. "On a date. With me."

I felt flummoxed. I hadn't been on a date in forever. Suddenly nervous, and flattered, and given Lorcan's gray-eyed gaze on me, very uncomfortable, I opened my mouth to say…

"Wait a minute," I said. "Oh, no!"

The Eva LeRoy makeover suddenly made sense. New clothes, new hair, new look—all because Jessica had been setting me up. I'd bet dollars to donuts my own daughter was in on it, too.

"Did they put you up to this, Ralph? A pity date?" I put my head in my hands and groaned. "I'm sorry. I fell for it, too."

"Eva, no." He stood in front of me, his hands tucked into his front pockets. "I told Jessica that—that I wanted to ask you out, but didn't know how. It's been a long time since I wanted to date."

Uncomfortable was far, far from describing what I was feeling now. Lorcan had somehow gotten closer to me. His thigh pressed against mine and it was rock-hard and warm. Even though layers of clothing separated us, my treacherous mind remembered his dreamy half-naked form, in excruciating detail, and had I still breathed, I would've lost the ability.

"Eva, are you all right?" asked Ralph.

Lorcan's hand cupped the back of my neck. "You seem flushed, darlin'. Are you feeling well?"

Oh, please. Vampires didn't get sick (if one didn't count the taint). Heat stroked me. I felt as though fingers and lips touched my flesh all at once.
Impossible
. I could feel every stroke, every lick. My body shuddered under the sensual assault.

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"Eva needs breakfast, is all," Lorcan lied smoothly. "Perhaps you can call her later?"

"Of course," said Ralph. "Promise you'll think about it, Eva? I swear that pity has nothing. to do with my motives."

All I could do was nod.

"Good. See you guys later."

Ralph waved at me, then used his vamp speed to run as far and as fast as he could. Whew. I couldn't blame him. I was acting weirder than usual—and that was saying something.

Lorcan eased away from me, his gaze filled with concern. "Are you really okay, love?"

Frenzy couldn't describe the state of my body.

How could I feel this turned-on? But slowly the fires burning me inside out cooled. Within moments, I felt somewhat normal, if less than satisfied.

"I can't believe Jessica talked Ralph into asking me out."

"She didn't," said Lorcan. "It is as he said—he wanted to ask you out. Jessica merely helped things along."

"Oh." I fiddled with a bead on the edge of my halter top. "Ralph's nice."

Lorcan leaned close to me and I felt my undead heart giddyup. I could almost taste him, his mouth was so near mine. I pressed my hand against the butterflies fluttering in my belly. "Is nice what you want?" he asked.

No, it wasn't. I wanted ravenous, passionate, can't-live-without-you
need
. I scooted away from Lorcan.

His presence overwhelmed me. I felt embraced and repelled by it. Confusion reigned, along with the aching desire he inspired—probably in all females within three feet of him. Would it be possible, I wondered, to explore the physical attraction between us? We couldn't have true intercourse, but there were lots of ways to make love—and I hadn't tried all that many.

"What are you thinking about, Eva?"

None of your business
. "I'm still wondering why you're here. You never did answer my question."

"Maybe I want to ask you out, too."

I laughed, but the sound that came out was more like a terrified squeak. "You're joking."

"Yes," he said. His eyes were as hard as pearls. "I was joking." His gaze flicked to the gold rose on my top. He touched it, as though it were a real flower, then looked at me, a half smile crooking his mouth.

"I'm glad you like it."

"It went with the outfit," I said lamely. "Matched my earrings."

"Yes," he murmured. "Of course." The moment stretched taut between us. Then he sighed and pulled an