Empower (19 page)

Gray was out of there so fast he practically ran. I took a tentative step back, feeling the tension rolling off Lincoln. I glanced at my table of friends, whose eyes were all fixed in our direction, mouths hanging open. Onyx had swivelled his chair around to get a full view.

Great. Nothing like a captive audience.

And then, suddenly, I blushed. I hadn’t meant to get carried away on the dance floor. I certainly hadn’t meant for it to make Lincoln angry. He shouldn’t have even been able to see us from the far side of the room.

As if reading my mind he
took a step towards me. ‘I went over to your table to tell you that you were right. It was a good call hitting them tonight and I was being stubborn.’

‘Oh,’ I said nervously, with a shrug. I took another sideways step, edging off the dance floor and towards our table, hoping that was all he came over to say. But as soon as I moved Lincoln closed the distance, his hand bracing tightly on my hip. Feeling the warmth of his touch, I stiffened in a hopeless attempt to guard myself. And then his voice dropped as he spoke close to my ear.

‘You learned to salsa.’

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. ‘I suppose.’

‘Why?’ he asked evenly, not moving away, his hand pushing into my hip.

I leaned back, trying to look away. ‘A hobby, I guess.’

His lips pressed together but then he tugged me closer, speaking in my ear again. ‘So, you can salsa. But is that all you can do?’

He’s too close. Too close! I can smell him. I can feel his warmth, his breath on my neck.

‘I … I …’

Not waiting for me to fumble through the answer, he stepped away, leaving me instantly bereft and held out his hand.

‘What?’ I blurted.

He half smiled. ‘You still owe me a dance,’ he said, his voice flat.

I baulked. ‘What? That was …’ I couldn’t even find the words. That dance was something we’d promised each other before everything had happened. It was …

He shrugged, hand still
out. ‘Yes, well, there haven’t been many opportunities since then.’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘Afraid?’ It was a challenge.

Damn it.

I wanted to run and hide. Or just crumple to the floor and roll up into a ball. But another part of me was going to be damned if I looked like the pathetic girl who couldn’t even manage to be in the same room as him. I’d already let him humiliate me once today.

My shields were up and if we were going to work together to find Spence it was about time he understood I was stronger than he realised. A little dancing would hardly undo me.

‘Fine,’ I gritted, lifting my hand towards his. ‘But I believe it was
you
who owed
me
the dance.’

He snatched my hand and led me to the centre of the dance floor, spinning me out and then snapping me back into his chest. ‘Then I’ll be sure to do my best to not disappoint,’ he growled.

Jesus. Save me, someone. Now. Please.

And so Lincoln and I danced for what was, strangely enough, the first time since I’d attempted to throw myself on him the night of my seventeenth birthday.

And of all the things I’ve dreamed about, it would have to have been on the top of my list. Almost. But in my fantasies, well, hell – even the most vivid imagination couldn’t have conjured this.

Lincoln had once alluded to the fact that he knew his way around a dance floor, but this was …

He leaned in when I shot him a curious look. ‘My mother loved dancing. All disciplines. For years I was her reluctant dance partner.’

Without another word he led me around the
dance floor with purpose – pulling me, pushing me, controlling me, always one step ahead ready to catch me. He was fast and smooth and it wasn’t just salsa. He mixed Latin with swing and threw in a good dose of plain old dirty dancing. If I hadn’t been so damn well caught up in the whole thing, I would have paused to blush.

No. Definitely not like dancing with Gray.

It was close contact.

His hand on my lower back, fingers spread, pressing just so.

Hips jammed tightly together.

Knees bent.

Strong arms pulling me so tightly they arched my back.

Breathless.

Our bodies moulded together like they were designed for that very purpose.

My soul ached but my heart powered to life and for a moment, just an agonising split second, the coldness receded and I was … me.

Somehow my body melded even closer with his and Lincoln tucked the hair away from my eyes, tilting my head up to his. ‘There you are,’ he murmured.

Where only you could find me.

When the song finished, Lincoln cast his eyes to one side and it was clear he couldn’t look at me. Slowly his hand slid from my waist and, chest heaving like mine, he started to walk towards his table. I wasn’t sure if he realised his other hand still firmly gripped mine, but he didn’t appear to be letting it go and for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to pull away, so he dragged me along with him.

Gray was grinning from ear
to ear when we approached Lincoln’s corner booth, where he’d made himself at home beside Mia.

‘Well, well,’ he said. ‘If it isn’t my
ex
dancing partner. Can’t say I’m sorry the partnership is over. Especially since now I can see all your naughty intentions.’

Mia chuckled and I took the opportunity to glare at her for a completely different reason.

Gray noticed Mia’s giggle too. ‘You, on the other hand,’ he said, leaning towards her. ‘I’d be more than happy to try some of those moves with you.’ He smirked.

Mia glanced briefly at Lincoln, who had now let go of my hand and seemed unhappy in general. She rolled her eyes at him and then stood up, taking Gray’s hand. ‘A dance right now sounds like a great idea,’ she said.

Lincoln and I watched as the two of them disappeared onto the dance floor. I felt embarrassed that Gray was hitting on Lincoln’s—

‘I’m sorry,’ we said simultaneously.

I did a double-take, confused by his apology. I went on. ‘Gray’s a flirt. Actually, he’s a sleaze. You might want to get Mia away from him at some stage tonight, otherwise he might think she’s fair game.’

‘Okay,’ he said, his brow furrowed.

I couldn’t bring myself to keep talking about Mia with Lincoln in this way, so I started to walk away.

‘Violet,’ he called out suddenly, but his voice was strained.

I turned back to him.

He swallowed, looking briefly out
to the dance floor. ‘I know we just danced, but aren’t you upset that your … that your boyfriend is dancing with another girl?’

I looked from Lincoln to the dance floor then back to Lincoln, feeling entirely confused. Without thinking, I blurted, ‘That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard! Gray isn’t my, my … Hell, he’s barely qualified to be a friend.’

Lincoln nodded, his look decidedly dubious. ‘A friend with whom you dance like
that
.’

I put my hands on my waist, struggling to see past the red. The fact that Gray was easy on the eye and drew his fair share of female attention was one thing but for Lincoln to honestly think I could register any kind of attraction to another person … I took a deep breath, considering that it might be better to just let him think that, but for some reason I just couldn’t stand any more lies. There had already been too many to count.

‘I bribed him,’ I confessed.

‘Sorry?’

‘He’d made a mess of a hunt and I saved his ass. And, considering by the time I did he was butt naked and hanging upside down, let’s just say he owed me big time for both his life and his pride.’ I shrugged. ‘I forced him to go to dance classes with me twice a week from then on. He hates it with a passion but not as much as he hates the idea of the other Rogues knowing how close he came to a naked death.’

It was the most I’d said to him since arriving. Lincoln took a step towards me, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘You’re telling me you’re
not
with Gray?’

I half laughed, not that anything right
then was funny. Far from it. If only he knew how impossible the concept of being with anyone in that way was to me.

His frustration didn’t ease. ‘What about that kiss today?’

I dropped my shoulders and stared at him, my neutral expression saying it all.

He shook his head slightly and looked up. ‘A distraction.’

‘One that would’ve normally cost him a limb,’ I said.

Suddenly exhausted by the long day and night on top of my previous sleepless night, I sighed. I gestured half-heartedly to where Gray was dancing with Mia. She was lifting his hands from where they had been moving dangerously low on her back. He was damn lucky he never tried that with me. I pointed to them.

‘You might want to go cut in,’ I said, even though the idea of him dancing with Mia like he’d just danced with me made me want to break in two.
After
breaking every bone in her body first.

I walked back to my table without another word.

Morgan was fanning herself dramatically as I approached. ‘I have never seen anything so hot in my entire life!’

I grabbed my bag. ‘I’m outta here.’

‘I’ll go with you,’ Steph said, quickly standing and joining me.

As I walked behind the bar and through the door marked ‘private’ I could feel Lincoln’s eyes on me, but I didn’t allow myself to look his way again.

Once we made it into the back of house Steph walked me to my room.

‘Thanks, Steph,’ I said, wishing I could
put into words how sorry I was that I’d taken off and left her behind, and how grateful I was that she didn’t hold it against me even though she had every right to write me off as a friend.

‘Want to talk about it?’

I shook my head. ‘No. Thanks, but I just need to be alone for a bit. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?’

Before disappearing back into the hall she paused at the door to ask, ‘Roses or daisies?’ When I stared back blankly, she added, ‘For the wedding.’

‘Oh,’ I said, catching on. ‘Daisies,’ I answered, surprising myself. Steph had always been a roses girl, but I wasn’t the only person who had changed over the past three years.

She smiled. ‘Band or DJ?’

‘Definitely a band. Something loungey and sweet.’

She nodded. ‘Night, Vi.’

‘Are you scared?’ I asked quietly. ‘The age thing?’ Salvatore could live for many hundreds of years and continue to look young while Steph would live a normal human life.

‘It’s weird to think of all the unknowns, but I love him, Vi.’ She gave me a knowing look. ‘I have to believe that the rest will work itself out.’

‘All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.’

Ralph Waldo Emerson

I
woke with a start, surprised to
realise I’d actually drifted off to sleep. It was one o’clock in the morning, which meant I must have had at least a few hours’ shut-eye. Glancing around the unfamiliar surroundings I groaned, leaning back onto my pillow as the events of the past twenty-four hours came rushing back.

In such a short amount of time everything had come tumbling down around me, and now that I was alone with no one’s thoughts but my own, they screamed at me that I was utterly screwed.

Unable to stay in my room any longer I headed to the kitchen, hoping I might find enough supplies to rustle up a late-night snack.

‘I was wondering if I’d see you again tonight,’ Dapper said from the doorway as I was half buried in the refrigerator. Then he checked his watch. ‘Or should I say morning?’

He still had a dishcloth over his shoulder and looked like he’d just come upstairs after closing up.

‘I couldn’t sleep,’ I said, dumping some bread and cheese onto the bench. ‘Toasted cheese sandwich?’

He shook his head. ‘That was quite a show the two
of you put on earlier.’

I busied myself with making the sandwich while waiting. I knew he had more to say.

Dapper disappeared around the corner. I could hear him rummaging in his small bar, ice cubes clinking into a glass. ‘You want a drink?’ he called out.

‘No, thanks,’ I responded, pouring myself a glass of milk instead.

I was putting the cheese sandwich in the press when he resumed his position against the doorjamb, drink in hand.

‘He came here tonight so I could heal him.’

I nodded. I’d noticed that the cut on Lincoln’s forehead was considerably better. It would probably be gone by morning. Dapper had the ability to heal both humans and not-only humans.

‘Thank you,’ I rasped.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking tired. ‘I would’ve done it even if you hadn’t asked me to be there for him before you left,’ he said, referring to the favour I’d called in. ‘Not that he comes to me as often as he should.’

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘He’s stubborn, like you. He only comes to me when he has to. No way he would’ve come to me with tonight’s injury if he didn’t need to be in top shape to go after Spence. Normally he just sits and suffers through the broken bones.’