The Reluctant Vampire (23 page)

Drina tightened her lips and bent to give Tiny his shot. Once Lucian was told . . . If there was something he could do for her, she didn’t doubt he would. But if there wasn’t, she also didn’t doubt that he wouldn’t hesitate to put the girl down.

“She needs to be taught to block thoughts,” Drina said grimly as she straightened. “Nobody has bothered because new turns usually need to be taught to read thoughts, not block them. But teaching her how to shield herself from other immortals’ thoughts might help considerably. I’d rather try that first than tell Lucian just yet.”

“To tell the truth, so would I,” Mirabeau admitted quietly. “But if Lucian comes down here and reads that we knew there was something amiss and didn’t say anything . . .”

“I’ll take responsibility for the decision,” Drina announced, turning to dispose of the needle she’d just used, and then a thought suddenly struck her, and she smiled as she pointed out, “You’re not technically on duty anymore anyway. Anders and I are on the job now, and you and Tiny were relieved.”

“Yeah, but we’ve kind of been roped back in because of the brakes being cut,” Mirabeau pointed out reluctantly.

Drina frowned. “Did he actually say you were back on duty? I thought he just said to get Stephanie and me back to peak and get Tiny turned because he wanted everyone prepared.”

A slow smile curled Mirabeau’s lips. “Actually, you’re right.”

“Then you’re not on duty,” Drina decided. “It’s my problem. And I’m not telling him.”

Mirabeau smiled, and then worry began to pluck at her lips. “He’ll be so pissed at you.”

Drina gave a short laugh. “Uncle Lucian’s temper doesn’t worry me. Well, not much anyway,” she admitted wryly, and then pointed out, “I work for the European council. I’m only here as a favor. He really has no jurisdiction over me.”

“Nice,” Mirabeau said with a grin, and then glanced to the door as it opened.

“I got popcorn and some sodas for each of us, and I picked three movies,” Stephanie announced, bouncing into the room, her arms full. “An action flick, a horror, and a comedy. I figured we could vote on which to watch.” She glanced over her shoulder as they heard footsteps on the stairs, and added, “The others are coming to relieve us. Are you two ready?”

The porch Harper had mentioned was rectangular, running along the side of the house away from the road on the second story. The upper half of the three outer walls were made up mostly of windows, but there was also a heavy-duty door with a relatively new dead bolt. It led down to the deck, and Drina vaguely recalled seeing a screen door on the outside while crossing the deck on one pass. As for the windows, they were old-fashioned, tall and narrow with wooden frames that swung open rather than raised or slid to the side as more modern windows did. Their screens had been removed for the winter season and were stacked against one wall. Seasonal caulking of some sort had been run around each window to prevent a draft from slipping through, but while the walls themselves may have been insulated, the windows were not, and it was quite chilly when she, Harper, and Stephanie stepped out into the porch.

“It warms up in here pretty quickly,” Harper assured them as he moved to turn on a heavy-duty electric heater in one corner.

Drina nodded and glanced around as Stephanie dumped her cache of goodies on a coffee table between the couch that sat under the wall of windows and the television that sat opposite it against the house wall. A frown drew Drina’s lips tight as she considered the vulnerabilities, and then she said, “Stephanie, go get yourself a bunch of pillows and maybe a comforter. Whatever you think you’ll need to make a comfy nest on the floor. I don’t want you in front of the windows.”

“Okay,” Stephanie said easily, either not minding the nesting idea or not willing to cause a fuss and risk losing this opportunity to be away from the others. “I’ll bring enough that you guys can join me if you like.”

“I didn’t think of the windows,” Harper said apologetically, glancing around at them as Stephanie slowly walked to the far end of the room, taking in what could be seen of the surrounding neighborhood.

It was probably a charming view during daytime, and wasn’t bad at night either. However, with the lights on in the room, they were on display to anyone who cared to look up toward the windows.

“It’ll be okay,” Drina murmured. “We’ll just make sure Stephanie keeps her head under the window ledges and maybe turn the lights out so only the television screen casts light. That’s more fun for horrors anyway.”

“Horrors, huh? Is that what you’re voting for?” Harper asked by her ear, and she turned in surprise to find he’d crossed the room to join her. When he caught her by the hips and drew her to rest against him, she smiled and slid her arms around his neck.

“Actually, I like actions, comedies, and horrors in equal measure,” she murmured as he nuzzled her ear.

“What about porns?”

A startled laugh slid from Drina’s lips, and she pulled back to peer at him. “I’m afraid I’ve never seen one. They just seemed uninteresting when I hadn’t bothered with sex in so long.”

“I’ve never seen one either,” he admitted with a grin, and then his voice deepened as he added, “Except for the ones that have been playing through my head since the day you arrived in Port Henry.”

“Really?” Drina asked with interest, leaning her upper body farther away, which inadvertently pressed her hips more tightly against his. “And what happens in those porns that play through your head?”

“Oh, many things, but mostly I lick, nibble, and kiss my way from your toes to the top of your head, and then turn you over and do it again,” he growled, and then lowered his head to kiss her.

Drina opened to him at once, her body pressing eagerly forward in response to his words. They’d sparked a heat in her that was never far from the surface anyway, and she found the image he’d created filling her mind as she ran her hands over his chest, and then down to find the growing hardness between them.

Harper growled into her mouth and pressed her back against the window, his own hands moving over her body through her clothes before settling on her breasts and squeezing almost painfully, evidence of his own excitement.

“I love your body,” he muttered, tearing his mouth from hers to explore her neck and ear, as he let one hand skate down between her legs. “You should be naked all the time.”

Drina laughed breathlessly and removed her hand from his erection to catch his hand as she reminded him. “Windows everywhere and Stephanie returning.”

Harper groaned by her ear, but stilled and sagged against her.

“Besides,” Drina added on a sigh, “you’re just stoking a fire we can’t do a damned thing about since I’ll be rooming with Stephanie again tonight.”

“Damn,” he breathed with frustration.

“On the bright side,” she added with forced cheer, “if you were to go to bed the same time as Stephanie and me, you and I might finally get to experience those shared dreams everyone talks about life mates having.”

Harper pulled back suddenly to peer down at her with surprise. “How come we haven’t had those yet?”

Drina smiled wryly. “Well, I’d guess because the first night I went to bed you probably didn’t hit the hay till near dawn, just before Stephanie and I woke up. And then we were together in Toronto and didn’t sleep much at all other than brief faints.” She paused and raised her eyebrows, before saying, “And I don’t know about you, but I didn’t sleep much at all last night.” She frowned then, realizing that she didn’t know how long she’d been out after the accident. Twenty-four or even forty-eight hours may have passed since then, she realized, and said, “I mean, the night we got back from Toronto.”

“Neither did I,” Harper admitted, and then smiled. “Shared dreams. Mmmm. That could be very interesting. I can put you back in those sexy thigh-high boots of yours and nothing else, or maybe team them up with a maid’s apron.”

“A maid’s apron?” she asked with disbelief.

“Mmmm.” His smile turned into a leer. “A very tiny French maid’s apron that covers barely anything, and you can be bent over dusting something with your beautiful tush poking up, and I can come up behind you and ravish you like some wicked lord of the manor.”

Drina laughed, albeit a bit breathlessly, and shook her head. “You’re an old pervert.”

“Yes,” Harper acknowledged without apology. “Sad but true. However, in my defense, I didn’t used to be until you arrived on the scene. So it must be some naughty vibe I’m getting off you.”

“Oh now, don’t blame me,” she said on a laugh. “You probably had just as perverted ideas in your shared dreams with Jenny.”

Harper blinked, and Drina bit her lip as she realized what she’d said. Bringing up the ghost probably wasn’t the best thing to do, she thought on a sigh, but rather than coming over all guilt-ridden, Harper frowned, and admitted, “I never had shared dreams with Jenny.”

Drina relaxed, relieved that he wasn’t turning morose on her, and shrugged. “Perhaps she wasn’t sleeping close enough for you to have them.”

“I don’t know,” Harper said slowly. “Alessandro made some comment once about the wild dreams he’d shared with Leonora while he was courting her, and she lives across the street. Well, they both do now,” he added, and released her to point out the window. “The corner house there.”

Drina turned to follow his pointing finger. Noting the pretty gingerbread house, she asked, “And where did Jenny live?”

Harper turned her and urged her the length of the porch to look out over the backyard, then pointed to the right a bit to the row of buildings backing this one. There was a midsize house directly behind Casey Cottage and right next to it a smaller white one, both facing onto the next road. It was the smaller one he was pointing to. Drina stared at it. The backyard of Casey Cottage was perhaps the length of two cars or a bit more, but the distance was definitely shorter than that between this house and the one across the street. With the front yards, sidewalks, and then streets, Leonora’s house was a good ten or fifteen feet farther away than the little white house where Jenny had apparently lived.

“Maybe not all life mates have shared dreams,” she said finally, not sure what other explanation there could be.

“Okay, I got enough pillows and comforters for all of us,” Stephanie announced gleefully.

Drina turned toward the door and burst out laughing when she saw Stephanie stepping into the porch, dragging a large, bulging comforter apparently stuffed with pillows and other comforters behind. She’d gathered the ends and pulled them over one shoulder, but the sacklike carrier she’d made dragged on the floor behind her. She looked, for all the world, like a skinny blond Santa in jeans and a T-shirt.

“Here, let me help you with that,” Drina and Harper said as one, and moved toward her.

“No, no, I got it,” Stephanie assured them. “You two shove the coffee table out of the way, so we can start nest building.”

Smiling at the girl’s much more cheerful mood, Drina turned to help Harper shift furniture around to make room.

“So did you check out the movies?” Stephanie asked, as they finished situating the comforters and pillows.

Drina smiled faintly, knowing the girl probably already knew the answer. She seemed to know everything they thought and did.

“Drina voted for horror,” Harper announced. “Lights-out-huddling-on-the-floor-in-the-dark horror. But we can always do that second if you have another preference. First choice should go to you since you had to fetch everything for this excursion.”

“No that’s good. My first choice is horror too,” Stephanie said happily, grabbing the movie in question and opening the DVD case as she crawled over to the television and DVD on her knees.

“I’ll get the lights,” Drina said, hopping up and moving to the door, but then pausing to wait for Stephanie to get everything going.

“All set,” Stephanie announced, finishing up, and then dropping back amid the nest they’d built.

Drina flipped the light switch off and moved to join Harper and Stephanie on the floor. Stephanie had taken the near edge of the nest, leaving a spot between herself and Harper who had claimed the far end, and Drina settled into the spot, smiling when he slid his arm around her shoulders.

“It warmed up in here pretty quickly like you said, Harper,” Stephanie commented, as the FBI warning rolled offscreen and the movie trailers began. She pushed away the comforter she’d automatically pulled over herself as she spoke, and Drina glanced around, noting that it
was
much warmer than when they’d first entered the room. She almost pushed the comforter aside herself, but Harper caught her hand to stop her.

When she turned to him in question, he merely smiled and gestured that she should look toward the screen.

“Harpernus Stoyan, if you can’t behave yourself and go and turn all Roman hands and Russian fingers under that comforter, you’re going to have to sit on the couch,” Stephanie snapped, sounding for all the world like a stern schoolteacher.

Drina burst out laughing at Harper’s exaggerated groan, suddenly understanding what he’d been up to. She then pushed the comforter aside and shifted herself up onto the couch behind them to remove temptation, and said, “That’s okay, I’ll sit up here. I had nowhere to put my soda anyway sitting between the two of you.”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that,” Stephanie said, glancing down to the can on the floor beside her. Harper’s can too sat on the floor at his side since the two were on either end of the nest, but, in the middle, Drina hadn’t had anywhere to put hers and would have had to hold it through the movie. Now, however, she settled on the couch in the corner behind Stephanie, far out of Harper’s reach and temptation, and set her can on the end table beside the couch.

“Can you reach the popcorn?” Stephanie asked with concern, as Harper used the remote to skip through the commercial trailers.

“Just put it between the two of you, and I can reach down,” Drina assured her.

Stephanie did as she suggested, and then they all fell silent as the movie began. It started with a bang, of course, or actually an axing, and Drina rolled her eyes at the antics on screen. Truly, she liked horrors because they were always rather comedic to her. It never failed to amaze her how mortals could paint their own kind so damned stupid. She’d lived a long time and met enough mortals to populate a small nation but had never met a female mortal she thought would be stupid enough to go creeping out into a dark yard at night, unarmed and in a skimpy nightie, to investigate after hearing or seeing something there that disturbed or scared her.