Darkness Dawns (34 page)

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No.”

Sarah sat up abruptly, the covers falling to her waist. “No way!”

His eyes darkened as they fell to her breasts. “I warned you it was hard to believe.”

“How did she go back in time?”

His hands went to her waist. “If I promise to explain it all later, will you let me finish my tale so I can make love to you again?”

Her pulse leapt. Beneath his faintly glowing gaze, her nipples tightened. “Deal.”

“Long story short: Bethany and Robert fell madly in love, married, and lived happily ever after.”

Her jaw dropped. “What about Marcus?”

“Marcus fell in love with her, adored her as much as Robert did, but never told either one of them. He loved them both too much to threaten the happiness they had found
together. And, as I said, he was fiercely loyal to Robert. He would never have betrayed him by pursuing the woman Robert loved.”

Sarah stared at him in consternation. “Jeeze. That’s … that’s …”

“Fucked up. I know. What’s worse is Marcus never stopped loving her. After she died a very old woman, he spent the next eight centuries alternately mourning her and looking forward to seeing her again. When the twentieth century finally rolled around …” Roland shook his head. “He was like a child waiting for Santa Claus to arrive. Bethany was born. And Marcus moved to Houston to watch over her while she grew up. He bought the house next door to her when she was sixteen or seventeen, befriended her, Josh, and their father, helped her through her father’s death a year later, became one of her and Josh’s closest friends, and treasured every moment he spent with her until she went back in time to Robert when she was twenty-two.”

Sarah bit her lip. “He never dated her or …”

Roland shook his head. “As far as he was concerned, she was Robert’s wife. Marcus’s relationship with her was always platonic. Even in the future, or present, when it could have been more.”

Sarah didn’t know what to say. “He never found
anyone
else?”

“No. Some immortals thought he was crazy to pine after her for so many years, then refrain from sleeping with her when he knew her again. But the rest of us are … a little awed by it, I suppose. His love for her never diminished in all those years. And when he met her again and could have seduced her, he chose the honorable path and didn’t because his loyalty to Robert never diminished either.”

“Wow. He could’ve even tried to keep her from going back in time.”

Roland shook his head. “He knew she would be happier with Robert, that they were meant to be together.”

“And she’s gone now? Is that why Étienne offered condolences?”

“Yes, Bethany went back to the Middle Ages seven years ago. So Marcus will never see her again.”

Sarah lay back down. “No wonder he looks so somber whenever he isn’t ragging on you.”

“He still grieves.” Rolling onto his side, Roland slid down until his face was even with hers on the pillow. “I admit that I was one of those who thought him foolish for not pursuing her when they met again.” He touched her face, gently drawing his fingers down her temple and over her cheek.

Sarah’s heart clenched. He was looking at her as though beholding something precious.

“But I understand now. He loved her enough to place her happiness above his own.” He brushed his lips against hers in a tender kiss. “It’s how I feel about you, Sarah. I want you to be happy. It’s why I’ve tried not to pressure you into staying with me after we apprehend Bastien.”

Sarah bit her lip. She had noticed that he hadn’t once asked her to stay with him. “I thought maybe you were feeling ambivalent about it.”

“Ambivalent?” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you. I would spend eternity with you if I could. But barring that, I would settle for every remaining minute of your mortal life, then pray you’ll be reincarnated so that I may find you again.”

“I want to have my blood tested.” She knew now she would leap at the chance to spend eternity with him and could not yet bring herself to abandon that hope.

He stared at her, his gaze penetrating. “And if it confirms you’re human?”

“Your scientists are working on a way to mutate the virus
in vampires and turn them immortal. Maybe they’ll find something before I get too old.”

“If you were old when you were transformed, the virus would reverse the damage aging had done to your body and you would become young again.”

“Cool!”

“But those scientists have been trying to turn vampires into immortals since before the arrival of modern science, Sarah. The outlook is pretty bleak.”

He seemed determined to burst her bubble.

“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you and laughing with you and will do my damnedest not to let it get to me when you stay hot and I wrinkle like a prune.”

Roland wrapped his arms around her and hugged her so tight, Sarah could barely breathe. “I promise I’ll try to be less antisocial in the future.”

Sarah hugged him back, throat tightening. “And I promise I’ll try not to refer to you as my boy toy when I look old enough to be your grandmother.”

Chuckling, he rolled her to her back. “Shall I also promise to give you at least one orgasm every day for the rest of your life?”

Sarah smiled as he settled his large, warm body between her thighs, his erection teasing her center. “Only if you start right now.”

He dipped his head, lips slanting over hers, tongue dipping inside to send fire burning through her.

She was breathless when he drew back slightly, eyes glowing, and gave her a wicked grin. “It would be my pleasure.”

In the next instant, he glided down her body, kissing, licking, and nipping, until he reached her core.

Sarah threw back her head and sank her fingers into his hair. “Oh, yesss.”

Roland fastened the Velcro tabs on his bulletproof vest, then donned a shoulder holster that housed a Sig P226 9mm. The many pockets of his black cargo pants he filled with extra clips and numerous throwing stars. His favored sais were slid into sheaths attached to each thigh.

Pulling a leather strap over his head, he settled it on one shoulder so it draped across his chest like an ammunition belt, then filled the small slits in it with a dozen throwing knives.

His thoughts were chaotic. The cold deliberation that usually overtook him before a fight had completely deserted him.

Bending, he slipped more knives into his boots.

He could feel Sarah watching him and knew without looking up that she was sitting on the foot of the bed, worrying her lower lip as she had been the entire time he had been gearing up.

Once he had packed on as many weapons as he could without hampering his mobility, he straightened and glanced over at her. “Come here, love.”

Rising, she moved to stand before him.

Roland picked up the smaller Kevlar vest he had found and began strapping her into it. A shoulder holster with a Glock 9mm followed.

“Have you changed your mind?” she asked hopefully. “Am I coming with you?”

“
Hell,
no.” He didn’t want her anywhere near that place.

“You’ve been training me all week, Roland. And I’m an excellent shot.”

“We’ve already discussed this.” Several times.

She rolled her eyes, looking vaguely disgruntled. “We didn’t discuss it.
I
suggested I may be of some help to you and
you
gave me the finger.”

“I did not give you the finger.”

“You may as well have. You shot me down so quickly I didn’t even have a chance to list all the pros.”

He started filling her pockets, back and front, with extra clips and throwing knives. “I don’t care if you have a hundred pros. They won’t outweigh the con.”

“Which is …?”

“You getting killed,” he snapped, patience fraying. “Damn it, Sarah, you are not going with us, so would you just drop it?”

He saw her frown as he adjusted her holster and told himself to get a fucking grip. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he shouting at her? She was just trying to help.

“If I’m not going with you,” she broached softly, “then why are you arming me to the teeth?”

“I want to make certain you’re as safe as possible while I’m gone.” He knew the fight was going to go down at Bastien’s lair but still felt riddled with anxiety at the thought of leaving her.

She was so small.

So fragile.

So very mortal.

“Chris’s men arrived an hour ago,” she pointed out, “and are positioned every two yards around the exterior of the house. A dozen more are patrolling the grounds and there are three stationed at the gate.”

He scowled. “I don’t know or trust any of those men.”

She pursed her lips. “Well, Chris should arrive at any minute and is going to stay inside and guard me himself until you return. You trust Chris, don’t you?”

“Not entirely.” He examined her black-clad form judiciously. She needed more pockets.

When he reached out to adjust her shoulder holster a third time, she captured his hands in her own and held them still.

“Roland, look at me,” she commanded quietly.

He met her hazel gaze.

“What is it?” she asked, studying him carefully. “You aren’t usually this antagonistic or abrupt. At least, not with me. So … talk to me. Is it Bastien? Are you worried something might go wrong tonight?”

“No, it isn’t that.” He gripped her hands tightly, memorizing every cherished feature. “It’s just … different this time. And I’m not handling it very well. I’m sorry.”

Her expression lightened a bit. “That’s okay. How is it different?”

He forced a smile, though he knew it was a lame attempt. “I’ve never had anything to lose before. I think it’s making me nervous.”

Her mouth formed a silent
O.
Then she threw her arms around him and held him tight.

“Careful,” he enjoined, gingerly hugging her back. He had a lot of blades with razor-sharp edges lashed to him.

She shook her head and whispered in a choked voice, “I love you.”

He rested his cheek on her hair, inhaling her alluring scent. “I love you, too.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me.”

But so much already had. “I can’t help worrying. He always seems to find us.”

“Not this time. You’re striking during daylight hours. He’ll be in Seth’s custody and you’ll be back here by sunset.”

He nodded, though he lacked her confidence. Bastien was
a wily adversary who had proven to be tremendously unpredictable.

“You can’t let anything happen to you either, Roland. Come back to me safely.”

“I will.” Leaning back, he lowered his lips to hers for a gentle kiss. “If Bastien’s human minions show up—hell, at
any
sign of trouble—head for the tunnels.”

Chris had finally disclosed the locations of the secret escape routes he had mentioned over the phone. Inside the ar-moire every subterranean bedroom possessed was a false back that concealed the entrance of a tunnel that led deep into the surrounding forest. Each tunnel had its own hidden exit that allowed those who followed it to surface in complete shade (even in winter) a safe enough distance from the house that they would be neither seen nor heard by anyone besieging it.

After examining them all, Roland had decided he would add the same to
his
next home whenever he built or bought it. Had he had such in his last home, he, Marcus, and Sarah could have escaped the fire without venturing into the sun and Sarah would have never been exposed to the minions’ gunfire. He had grown too complacent in recent years.

“Thank you for making sure they’re free of creepy crawlies,” Sarah said, drawing a smile from him.

“Anything for you.” He knew her fear of bugs embarrassed her, but he sure as hell didn’t think less of her because of it. She was willing to go up against insane vampires and men with guns. Who gave a rat’s ass about a little insect phobia?

At that moment, the doorbell pealed. A courtesy, since all the immortals in the area had keys and knew the alarm codes. A second later they heard the front door open.

Sarah sighed. “That must be Chris.”

He nodded. “Marcus, Lisette, and Étienne are with him. Time to go.”

Linking his fingers through hers, Roland drew her with
him down the hallway, up the stairs, and into the living room. Once there, they both stopped and stared.

Chris was decked out in black fatigues and a Kevlar vest, an automatic weapon under his right arm, a .45 semiautomatic holstered on his right thigh. Fastened to his left thigh was a wicked-looking tactical knife.

Marcus was dressed and armed much as Roland was.

Lisette and Étienne, however, were both clad in what appeared to be dull black rubber pants and long-sleeved shirts that fit them like a second skin. The pants were tucked into heavy boots. The neckline of the shirts rose all the way to their chins. Their hands, concealed by gloves made of the same peculiar material, clutched matching masks and wraparound sunglasses.

Two red shoto swords were strapped to Lisette’s back and a pair of Glock 18s equipped with extended thirty-one-round magazines were strapped to the outside of each slender thigh. Étienne had armed himself with a couple of sheathed short swords and numerous throwing knives that hung in a belt across his chest like Roland’s.

When Roland and Sarah continued to stare at their odd suits, Étienne spread his arms wide and raised his eyebrows. “They offer us complete protection from the sun.”

Interesting. Roland hadn’t heard anything about this, even on the Internet message boards. “I wondered how you two would manage to survive the daylight.” The younger the immortals, the more sensitive they were to sunlight. And these two were only a couple hundred years old. “Are they comfortable?”

“Not really,” Lisette answered. Her long black tresses were slicked back into a neat braid that disappeared into the neckline of her shirt.

Étienne grimaced. “They chafe like a mother when you sweat.”

Marcus grinned. “Which is why I’m not wearing them.”

Chris motioned to Roland’s clothes. “Don’t worry.
You’re protected, too. All the clothing David provides offers 98 percent protection against UVA and UVB rays. As old as you are, that should be enough. I did bring a couple of extra masks, sunglasses, and gloves, though, in case you were interested.”