Highland Vampire (5 page)

Once she had left David at his chamber, Efrica sought her own. She was a little surprised to find Barbara there. Although they shared the chamber, Barbara was more often out than in.

"Looking for me?" Efrica asked as she moved toward the basin of water to wash her hands.

Barbara turned a little in the chair she sat in, warming her feet by the fire. "Nay, although I did wonder where ye had gone. I but grew weary of listening to the gossip of women, useful though it can be."

"I think ye begin to miss your husband." Efrica poured herself a tankard of cider and sat in the chair facing Barbara. "We
can
leave, ye ken."

"Nay. I
do
miss him and my bairns, but we shall linger here for a while longer. The finding of a husband for ye isnae something one can do quickly. Ye have stirred interest. Best to give it more time."

Efrica grimaced and drank some of her cider. "I could weel do without some of that interest." She brushed a clinging rose petal from the skirts of her elaborately embroidered blue gown. "Those two swine who attacked me are out of hiding again."

"Have they troubled ye?"

"Nay, save that they make my skin crawl. They humbly begged my pardon, blaming drink for their crimes against me, and I gave it. A quick exchange of lies and polite smiles. E'en Lady Eleanor has begged my pardon, proclaiming herself appalled that her innocent, friendly suggestion caused me such trouble."

"How did she ken it caused ye trouble?"

"A good question. I ne'er told anyone save ye and ye would ne'er tell. Nor would Jankyn." Efrica stared into the fire. "I believe she aided those two, was fully aware of their intentions."

"Best to avoid all three."

"I try. Lachlan and Thomas I can avoid without raising questions. 'Tis a little more difficult to avoid Lady Eleanor if she doesnae wish to be avoided. Whore she may be, but she is a verra highborn, rich whore who has many a powerful friend. Most of them men, of course. She willnae trick me again, howe'er." Thinking of how the woman had questioned her about Jankyn and the MacNachtons, Efrica frowned. "Her interest in Jankyn is verra keen."

"I believe they were lovers for a brief while, but nay since we arrived. Indeed, nay since a long time before."

That was something Efrica wished her cousin had not told her, although she had suspected it. "She obviously doesnae consider the affair over. Judging by some of her questions, she is also wondering if I am to blame for Jankyn's sudden loss of interest. Then again, from what ye say, 'tisnae sudden." She shrugged. "It doesnae matter. She need but look about and she will see that I have naught to do with it."

"I dinnae like the sound of that. Be verra careful around the woman, Effie. Verra, verra careful."

"Oh, I intend to be. She chills my blood. I had the passing thought as to how she would react if she saw Jankyn at his most feral, and got the feeling that would stir her lusts."

"Because of his strength?"

"Oh, that is astonishing and it can be, weel, exciting to see him so. What woman wouldnae be stirred to see a mon so valiantly and impressively deal with her enemies? But nay, I was thinking she wouldnae have stopped him from killing those two pigs, even though it could have put Jankyn in serious danger. Nay, I think she would have encouraged it, reveled in it, had her lusts roused by the bloodiness of it."

"Oh dear."

"Exactly. I think that, within Lady Eleanor, is a beast more feral, more bloodthirsty, than any MacNachton e'er was. They at least can be excused because of their nature, their need, their breeding. One they have worked hard to control. Lady Eleanor has no such inclination. As we cannae completely shed the nature of the cat bred into us from that ancient Celtic priestess, thus the MacNachtons cannae completely shed that nature of the predator, the wolf, from their bloodlines. Ah, but Lady Eleanor holds a true darkness of the soul, I think."

Barbara slowly nodded. "It would explain a lot. And ye are right. As with us, what is within the MacNachtons is the spirit of the beast. It has naught to do with morals or inclinations. It is what it is. But if what ye sense in Lady Eleanor is truly there, that
is
a sickness of the soul, a dark, hellish thing, and nay natural."

"I could be wrong," Efrica felt compelled to say.

"Ye rarely are and I saw it, too. I just couldnae name it as ye have. So, where
have
ye been?"

"The gardens." She told Barbara about her meeting with David.

"Ah, so the threat of the sun doesnae completely fade in all the children of mixed blood. A shame. Howbeit, David's bairns may nay suffer that weakness. And Fiona would be a good choice of bride. I think that beneath that sweet, shy exterior lies a strong heart, too. If the lad wins it, I think all will be weel."

"I hope ye are right. I think he has already lost his heart. He said he feels the urge to mark her as his mate."

Barbara smiled faintly. "Fair caught then. I must say, I was appalled when Bridget told me of it, but she said it was naught. A wee sip, she said, and only the once. Somehow I think Fiona willnae balk. Now, about this search Jankyn is on. Ye must direct him to our cousin Malcolm."

Efrica's eyes widened with surprise. She had completely forgotten about Malcolm. He was an odd little man with a voracious appetite for gossip, rumor, tales of the past, and any written record of any clan he could get his ink-stained hands on. If any clan had a secret, Malcolm probably knew it and had recorded it. He also lived close at hand. She realized she was eager to tell Jankyn and frowned. Honesty compelled her to admit to herself that one reason she was eager was because it would allow her to see him again!

"Mayhap ye should tell him, Barbara."

"I fear I cannae," Barbara said as she stood up and brushed down her skirts. "I am to meet with the ladies Beatrice and Margaret in but a few minutes. Come, Effie, ye cannae hide from the mon forever. If naught else, he abides in the same keep as your sister. There is a great difference between telling him something useful, mayhap escorting him somewhere once, and
keeping company
, so to speak. And mayhap 'tis best to see if ye can keep something this simple from becoming complicated. If ye cannae e'en take the mon a message, mayhap ye ought to think hard on why he afrights ye so."

Before Efrica could respond to that, Barbara was gone. While all Barbara said was true, Efrica had the feeling there was far more to the woman's insistence that she be the one to tell Jankyn about Malcolm. Efrica hoped her cousin was not matchmaking, had not decided that her infatuation with Jankyn ought to be fed instead of starved.

Once out of her chambers, Efrica had to find someone to tell her where the records were kept. It did not surprise her to find herself heading down into the bowels of the keep. It certainly seemed most fitting to meet Jankyn there. As she walked along a torch-lit passage, she sternly reminded herself of all the reasons she could not give in to her attraction to Jankyn. She must greet him as a kinsman, with no more than a gentle amiability. She would be strong, stalwart in her defense of her own heart. She was a woman now, not some heedless girl who had no control over her emotions.

Efrica stepped into the room where the records were stored, saw Jankyn studying some large book, and nearly cursed out loud. Her heart clenched at the sight of him. Her pulse grew a little faster. For some odd reason she felt inclined to sigh as she studied his lean form. Her mouth suddenly warmed with the memory of his kiss. For a brief moment, she wanted to flee, then her cowardice shamed her. Efrica straightened her back and moved toward him. She refused to run.

Chapter Five

He knew she was there before she spoke. There had been no sound, no hint of her approach, but Jankyn was not surprised. As her sister did, Efrica walked silently. Even his keen ears had difficulty hearing her move. He knew she was there because of her scent, one as recognizable to him as his son's. Jankyn took a deep breath, filling himself with the pleasurable scent of her, letting it warm him. Slowly, he turned to look at her, finding that the sight of her warmed him even more. Staying away from her had obviously done nothing to cure his wanting, but then the heated dreams he had been tormented with over the last seven days had warned him of that.

"What has brought ye here, lass?" he asked, then tensed. "Trouble?"

"Nay, no more than one usually finds in such a place, I suspect," replied Efrica. "Nay, I met David today and he happened to mention what ye were searching for." She stepped around the table to stand at his side and look at the book he had been studying. "Find anything yet?"

"A few glimpses, hints of something which may be important, but little else. The ones who compiled these records were more concerned with what a mon had in way of lands, wealth, and fighting men than in who he was or his bloodlines."

"Weel, I may have a better place for ye to look. My cousin Malcolm."

"How could he help?"

"He collects information."

"I ken the Callans are as interested in their ancestry as we are, but—"

"Nay just the Callans. Malcolm collects whate'er he can on everyone he can." She nodded when his eyes widened slightly. "He ignores naught, from the smallest whisper to church records. He continues the work of his father, grandsire, and great-grandsire, all of whom were greedy concerning such information. If Malcolm was a woman, he would be reviled as the worst of gossips. As a mon, howe'er, he can excuse it all as a need to take careful note of the people of this land so that the ones who come after us can find the truth if need be. He tells any who claim the memory of elders is good enough that it takes but one plague or one battle to see all that knowledge buried and lost forever."

Jankyn felt the beat of anticipation in his veins. "He has a lot?"

Efrica laughed softy. "More than ye can e'er imagine, and his three sons travel far and wide to get more. He will ask a fee. 'Tis one way he can afford to continue his work."

"That is acceptable. Where does he live?"

"I fear ye will have to let me take ye to him. Malcolm may like to ken all about everyone, but he isnae so fond of meeting any of them. If we leave as soon as the sun sets, I can take ye to him this verra night."

"Shall we meet at the stables after the sun has set then?"

She nodded and hurried away to find Barbara and let her know what she was going to do. There was the thrum of excitement in her veins, and she knew it was because she was helping Jankyn in his search. She ruefully admitted to herself that it was also because she would be spending time with him, could enjoy the sight of him and savor the sound of his deep, smooth voice. Maybe Barbara was right. Maybe it was time to ask herself some hard questions.

Jankyn stood by the two horses he had chosen and waited for Efrica. Glancing up at the bright, full moon, he felt an ancient urge stir to life within him. His kindred would be out on the hunt tonight. It had been a long time since he had participated in one, and he found himself wishing he were back at Cambrun, racing through the hills and woods alongside his brethren.

Coming to court had, perhaps, not been wise. David may well have found himself a wife, but being among these people made Jankyn all too aware of what he was, and what he could never be.

He did not think he had ever felt so alone. Not one of the women he had bedded had eased that feeling. The fact that, even in the throes of passion, he had to closely and continuously guard his secrets had only added to that sense of utter solitude. He suspected it was one reason he was so strongly attracted to Efrica. She knew what he was. He could be free with her.

His dissatisfaction had begun to grow a long time ago, however. Watching Cathal and Bridget, seeing their family grow, had bred it. This journey had honed it to a sharpness he could not easily shrug aside. He did not want to spend his long life alone, taking a lover now and then among his own kind, and doing little more than existing until, one day, he ceased. A piece of him would continue on in whatever children David bred, but in all other ways, he would leave no mark upon the world. It was a sobering, even chilling, thought.

Seeing Efrica hurrying toward him, Jankyn silently cursed. She made it even harder to shake free of the somewhat maudlin humor he was sinking into. He ached for her, hungered to smell the sun upon her fair skin and in her glorious hair. Jankyn had the feeling she was his mate, but he could never claim her. The blood of his ancestors was strong within him, which made him a creature of the night. Efrica was a creature of the light, more so than her sister. The shadows he had to cling to in order to survive would slowly smother her.

As he helped her mount, he let his hands linger upon her small waist a little longer than was necessary. Jankyn ignored the frown she gave him, mounted his horse, and silently signaled her to lead him to her cousin's. He knew he should not take full advantage of the attraction between them, but decided the occasional, small, stolen delight could do no harm. Except to make his dreams even more of a torment, he thought ruefully.

The house Efrica led them to was on the far southern side of the town. Set behind a thick, high wall, the main part of the house looked like many another. Here and there, however, someone had stuck a room on the side. The gates that led into the courtyard in front of the house stood open, only a scowling, white-haired man silently watching them.

"Efrica? Be that ye?" demanded the man as Jankyn helped her dismount. "I was about to lock the gates."

Efrica gave the man a hug and a kiss. "I ken it. 'Tis why we hurried. I apologize for coming at such a late hour, but 'tis impossible to come during the day." She hastily introduced Jankyn to her cousin, not surprised to see Malcolm's sharp green eyes narrow in thought. The man was already searching his keen memory for some information on the Clan MacNachton.

"Come in. Come in and tell me what ye seek."

Following Efrica and her somewhat ill-natured cousin, Jankyn listened to her explain why they were there. Malcolm kept looking at him, curiosity warring with fear in his eyes. Somehow this man knew about the MacNachtons, at least enough to make him feel uneasy. As they walked through the house, Jankyn could see that almost every conceivable place had been turned into storage for books, ledgers, and scrolls. The man kept the main living areas relatively clean, simply lining the walls with shelves where he could, but most of his home was dedicated to his work. Somewhere in this warren was a tale or two about the MacNachtons, and this man was even now recalling them.