Текст книги " Dark Gold"

Автор книги: Christine Feehan

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It couldn’t be Gregori. Aidan wouldn’t believe it. The vampire simply had no idea Gregori was anywhere in the vicinity. It wasn’t Gregori. Gregori was so powerful, he would not need the deceitful tricks, the beasts, the mindless puppet doing his bidding, or even the child. Gregori would need no help. This was not Gregori. Aidan held on to that certainty while he wove the spells. Ancient, binding, dangerous to any who tried to harm the boy.

When he was finished, he rested, exhausted. He had done all he could. Once he knew the child’s exact destination, he would have to make his way home. He dreaded the journey in the bright sun; there was no pain quite like it, nothing more sickening to one of his kind.

The puppet stopped the car at the entrance to an old, rundown hunting lodge with rotting timbers and overgrown with vines and bushes. Aidan knew at once that the vampire was close, most likely beneath the decaying planks of the floor. Rats scurried visibly, the sentinels for the undead. The walking marionette, the minion of the undead, already drained of his mind and free will, opened the trunk and reached in to pull the child out by his shirtfront.

The protective spell instantly sent fire racing up the puppet’s arm to his shoulders and enveloped his head. The thing, no longer really alive, programmed to do one thing only, continued to try to clutch the boy even as his flesh burned.

Aidan was thankful Joshua was asleep. The putrefying stench was incredible, even to one without a nose. The blackened carcass fell to the ground, bits of charred flesh dropping away. The puppet issued a low, keening vibration, his death slow and difficult, the macabre caricature still trying over and over to drag the boy to the vampire. Aidan hated the torment resulting from the vampire’s twisted schemes. But then, the undead liked his minions to suffer as much as possible.

When the thing was finally still, the last breath dragged from its lungs, Aidan inspected the remains to ensure it was truly dead and to leave no smoldering ember that might accidentally ignite any vegetation. Satisfied that he had done as much as he was able, Aidan had to leave, to travel through that terrible sunlight, back to his home.

His strength completely drained, the journey took the better part of the afternoon, and he feared that when he did reach home he might not have energy enough to rise with the setting sun and return to the vampire’s lair. He was growing ever weaker, his being becoming even more insubstantial, a feather blown about in the elements. Only the thought of Alexandria sustained him. And a welcome dense, blanketing white fog eased his passage home.

Once there, with his last ounce of energy, he made his way unerringly to his resting place beside Alexandria. The wrench of reuniting with his body contorted his very bones, his muscles contracting and locking in hard, swollen masses. Vulnerable and without strength, his great power drained completely, he lay as one dead, the cool earth closing over him. A soft hiss escaped, the last breath from his lungs.

Upstairs, above Aidan and Alexandria, Stefan could only try to comfort his wife as they huddled together awaiting the setting sun, awaiting the moment Aidan would arise. The sun seemed as if it wanted to stay up for all time, but unexpectedly a slow, thick fog began to roll in just before six o’clock. Stefan felt some of the terrible tension leave his body, though the guilt remained as he waited.

Deep below the earth, Aidan arose, voraciously hungry to replenish starving cells and sinews depleted from his earlier task. Yet his first thought was of Gregori. There could be only one answer. The Carpathian had intervened. He was great enough, powerful enough to feel the disturbances in the land even from beneath the earth itself. He had sent the fog to aid Aidan when he knew Aidan was far too drained to build it himself. And the fog remained, here before the sun set, giving him a head start on what he must do.

Aidan had studied for centuries, believing, as Gregori did, that knowledge was power, yet he could not do all the things Gregori was able to do. He would not have detected a bodiless being while sleeping in the ground, and Aidan was certain Gregori had not only done so but had also sent the fog to aid him. Aidan found himself smiling. The vampire was not Gregori.

Glancing down at Alexandria’s face, he brushed his fingers tenderly through her hair before floating them upward to the underground chamber. Alexandria always went to sleep on a bed and awoke on one, but as long as a vampire preyed in their city, Aidan always brought her beneath the healing soil, where she was impossible to detect.

Wake,piccola. Wake and look at your lifemate. He whispered the words softly, dreading her coming pain, a lump forming in his throat.

When she took her first breath, a soft sigh, it went straight to his heart. Her blue eyes opened, her gaze locked on his. At once her warmth surrounded him, seeping into the cold pores of his body. She smiled, a loving, sweet smile that was an arrow piercing his soul.

“What is it?” she asked. Very gently, tenderly, she lifted a hand and traced his mouth with a fingertip. “What have you been doing to yourself? You’re gray, Aidan. You need to feed.” Her voice was a soft invitation.

“Alexandria.” He said her name, nothing else.

She surprised him as she always did, her eyes darkening to a deep blue, her voice a mere thread of sound, her body very still. “Is he alive?” There was no hint of condemnation, no anger that he had not kept the child safe.

He closed his eyes, unable to meet her gaze. He simply nodded.

Alexandria took a deep breath and caressed his jaw with her palm. “Look at me, Aidan.”

“I cannot, Alexandria. I will face you when I have returned Joshua safely to our home, to your arms.”

“I said look at me.” Her fingertips were on his chin, raising it.

He could do no other than her bidding. She was tearing him up inside with her acceptance, her understanding, her gentleness. His golden eyes blazed at her. Then he felt her, merging, instantly with him, so swiftly and completely that he had no chance to hide any of it—the beasts attacking those guarding her brother, Stefan and Marie’s anguish, Joshua’s terror, his own efforts and pain in the sun, the charring of the human puppet. It was all laid out in front of her in stark, ugly detail. When she heard the soft whisper of her name on Joshua’s lips, she made a single sound.

Her pain went so deep, Aidan felt the demon rise and rush through his body, taking control. A slow, murderous hiss escaped from deep within his throat. His golden eyes glowed with deadly intent. “How dare he try this?” His voice was as lethal as his expression. “How dare he use the boy as a challenge to bring me out into the open?”

“Shh, Aidan.” She put a finger over his mouth. “You have no need to blame yourself. Come to me. Take what you need to do this thing, to get Joshua back.” She was slowly pushing aside the silk shirt she wore, her slender arm circling his neck, bringing his head down to her breast.

“I will hunt. You have need yourself.” He clenched his teeth against the hunger beating at him.

She moved her breasts against his skin, her scent enveloping him, a creamy invitation, a temptation impossible to resist. “You’re gray, Aidan, weak. It is my right and responsibility to aid you, isn’t it? I am your lifemate.” Her fingertips were massaging his neck, her mouth moving over his hair, his temple. “Give me this gift, Aidan. Let me help you.”

He swore eloquently, but the demon in him demanded blood, demanded strength, and his body was aroused and painfully full. Cursing his own weakness, he bent his golden head to her skin. So soft, so perfect. Her blood beckoned him with its heat, with the promise of addicting spice. His body clenched as his tongue swept over her pulse.

She was heat and light and the promise of paradise. His hands moved over her hips, her tiny waist, her narrow rib cage. Her breasts filled his palms with their softness. “ Cara mia,”he whispered against her creamy skin, “I love you.”

His tongue touched, caressed, sending a tremor through her. Her arms tightened around him. Please, Aidan, do it now, she whispered in his mind, her lips in his hair. I need to make you strong again. I need to take away your pain. And she did. Alexandria knew his every moment in the terrible sun, what he had suffered for her, for Joshua. She had never needed to do anything more in her life than supply him with nourishment, to show her overwhelming love and support for him.

She cried out, her head thrown back, her body arching into his as his teeth pierced her breast. Tears came to her eyes as she cradled him to her. He was unbearably gentle, holding her with love and tenderness, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. She could feel her strength waning even as his grew. She could feel it in his mind first, then in the beating of his heart, in the ripple of power in his muscles and sinews. It was an incredible feeling to provide Aidan with such strength and purpose. Her entire body clenched and protested when his tongue lapped across the wound in a rough caress, closing the link between them.

He dragged her into the circle of his arms. “That is enough, cara.” His hands stroked her hair. “I must go now. I am counting on you to soothe Stefan and Marie. Stefan always blames himself when he cannot stop whatever a vampire sends against us.”

“I have to go with you.” She clutched his arm. “It’s me the vampire wants. How do I find him? Tell me what to do, Aidan. I’ll do anything to get Joshua back, anything at all.” There were tears shining in her eyes, but her chin was up courageously. The nightmare had caught up with her all over again. Little Joshua in the hands of a cold-blooded vampire.

“I will get him back,” Aidan quietly assured her.

“No, I won’t take chances with either of you. He wants me. I’ll go myself. See if he’ll exchange Joshua for me,” she said desperately. “This isn’t your fault any more than it is Stefan’s. This isn’t your responsibility. I will go to him.”

Aidan looked down at her then, his face cold. “I will not allow you to take such a risk. This is my fight,” he vowed.

“How can you say that? Joshua is all I have. He’s my brother, my only family. I have every right to defend him.”

He brushed back her hair, his hand gentle. “Joshua is also my brother, my family. You are my lifemate. There is no question, cara mia, who will take care of this problem. You will stay here in this house and do as I say. I will not argue with you about this.”

His voice, black velvet and tender, could turn her heart over, but she would not be seduced this time. Alexandria tilted her chin. “No, Aidan, I’m going with you. If you can save only one of us, it will be Joshua.”

His eyes caressed her even as he shook his head. “You will give me your word that you will do as I say, or I will send you to sleep until I return. And if you are sleeping the sleep of the immortal, you will be unable to aid me should I have need of it. I must go now. I am wasting valuable time, time Gregori earned for me at great cost to his own strength, I am certain.” His mouth brushed hers. “What shall it be? Do you sleep while I go? Or will you remain here awake to aid me should it become necessary?”

Alexandria shifted away from him but nodded her compliance. “It isn’t as if you’re leaving me a lot of choice, Aidan,” she said softly. “Go then. But nothing had better happen to you, or you’ll see what a human woman can do when she’s good and mad.”

“Former human woman,” he corrected.

And he was gone. Just like that. One moment he was solid and real, the next he was a rainbow of light streaking through the narrow tunnel of rock upward toward the fog-shrouded sky.

Alexandria sat for a long time, her hands folded in her lap. Aidan would be all right. He would have to be. And he would bring Joshua home to her. She believed it because she had to believe it. When she tried to get to her feet, she found herself shaky, her legs weak. It took determination to find and pull on her jeans. It was difficult to believe that just last night Aidan was making love to her, and now he was out fighting a monster.

She made her way slowly along the tunnel, holding on to the wall, her hand trembling as she opened the entrance leading to the kitchen. She could hear Marie’s quiet weeping, the low murmur of Stefan’s voice as he attempted to comfort her.

The couple was on the sofa in the sitting room, Marie’s head on Stefan’s shoulder, his arm around her. They both looked older somehow. Alexandria knelt in front of them and put a hand over their linked ones. “Aidan will bring Joshua back. He knows where he is and managed to weave some kind of protective spell for him. We both think another hunter is in the area and will come to Aidan’s aid if need be.” Her voice was pitched low and was compelling. “I believe in Aidan, and you must, too. We won’t lose either of them tonight.”

She could feel the power of what she had become rushing through her. Despite the fact that she was weak and pale and needed to feed, she still felt the power. Her mind was strong, and she had assets she had never dreamed of before. They could be used for good, as now, to ease the suffering of the loyal older couple. Stefan and Marie had grown to love Joshua, and both believed themselves to be in some way responsible for his abduction.

Stefan’s large frame shuddered. “I’m sorry, Alexandria, we let you down. The attack was so unexpected, but I should have been with Joshua, kept him by my side.”

“I thought he was safe while he was in the house,” Marie moaned softly, lifting her apron to cover her face.

Alexandria pushed the apron down and circled both of them with her slender arms. She could hear the blood pumping through their veins, the ebb and flow of life. The scent of nourishment beckoned, but she knew now that she could control herself, trust herself. “No one is to blame for this, Marie. Not you and not Stefan. We’ll get through this thing together, as a family. You two and Aidan and Joshua and me. There can be no blame.”

Stefan’s hand came up to touch her hair. “Do you mean that, Alexandria? It’s what you really feel inside?”

She nodded. “Joshua belongs to all of us. It was wrong of me to try to hold him to myself. Now, when he is in danger, we all blame ourselves. Aidan does, because he thinks he failed me. I do, because somehow I let all this happen. You do, because Joshua is a little boy and didn’t do as you instructed. The truth is, what happened just happened. And Aidan will bring our boy home to us.” She said it with absolute conviction.

Stefan’s faded eyes held hers steadily. “And if... if something goes wrong?”

She felt the blow in the pit of her stomach but didn’t visibly react. She kept her sapphire gaze locked with his. “Then we will all deal with it together, won’t we?”

I will not fail you,cara.

Aidan’s voice in her mind, the reassurance, brought her a measure of comfort. Don’t think about me right now, Aidan. Be careful. I will be here, merged with you, if you need to draw on my strength. And she meant to monitor the skies for him. To ferret out any trap the vampire had laid. Aidan would not be alone in this. If something went wrong, he would not carry the load on his own shoulders as he had done for so many centuries. She was determined to share it with him.

“You’re very weak, Alexandria,” Stefan said softly. “If you’re to help Aidan, you must have something to...” He trailed off.

For the first time, Alexandria smiled. “It’s all right, Stefan. I’m not going to be so silly as to fling myself out the door again.”

“I would willingly volunteer,” he offered.

She was already shaking her head when a black fury swirled in her mind. Aidan’s resistance to the idea had more to do with jealousy than with his vow never to use those who served him, she realized. Alexandria tucked that knowledge away for examination at a better time. “I could never, Stefan, but thank you.”

“Aidan keeps emergency supplies. He gave you some once. It is not as good, but it would help.”

She shook her head. “Not that yet, either. If there is great need, I will take it. For now, tell me of the others, the guards. Aidan is quite worried about their well-being.” She had picked it out of his head, his anxiety for Vinnie and Rusty.

“Vinnie was hurt badly and lost a lot of blood. He had well over a hundred stitches in his neck alone. Rusty fared a little better, but both will be out of commission for a long while,” Stefan answered. “I saw to it that they obtained the best doctors available, including a plastic surgeon for Vinnie. I assured both men we would pay the medical bills and compensate them handsomely for their lost time.”

Alexandria squeezed Marie’s hand gently. “Thank you both. You make things so much easier for us.” She slowly got to her feet and made her way to the recliner, where she curled up, drawing her knees up to rest her chin on them. She closed her eyes and allowed the room to fall away so that she could merge herself completely with Aidan. It was where she wanted to be. Where she belonged.

Aidan was well cloaked in the fog Gregori had produced. The dark healer had such an impressive command over nature. The heavy mantle of fog blocked the sun’s rays, enabling Aidan to travel without discomfort and to gain an advantage over the vampire still underground until sunset. Most of all, a terrible weight had been lifted from his heart. Alexandria was with him, accepting of him, of all of him. She could clearly see the beast roaring for freedom, struggling for control, and she didn’t back away from him in horror. She didn’t blame him for the vampire’s desperate challenge or the way Joshua had been abducted. She was afraid for Joshua and for him, but she was not falling apart. She had done as he had asked and tried to reassure and comfort Stefan and Marie. Alexandria was becoming his partner, truly his partner.

As he sped through the fog, he realized he loved her unconditionally, too. He had never known such a deep, passionate emotion. She had crawled so deeply into him, he was totally lost. He was hopelessly, completely, shamelessly in love. In his wildest fantasies, he had never imagined it would feel this good. He sent up a quick prayer that everything would go as he planned, that the safeguards he had woven around the boy would hold until he could destroy the vampire.

Aidan was moving swiftly, attempting to race the setting sun. The fog had given him a fighting chance, a head start, and he was determined to make full use of it. He streaked through the sky, streaming through the clouds, disturbing a flock of birds and sending them wheeling sharply away from the iridescent light. Gray shaded the trees below, indicating he had only minutes before the sunset. The old hunting lodge was in sight now, deep in the shadows of the tall pines.

Chapter Eighteen

Aidan knew the instant the vampire rose. Earth and rock and moldy wood spewed upward in a geyser through the thick, soupy fog. Rats squealed, racing to abandon the rotted timbers. Cockroaches boiled from the decaying wood, a moving carpet swarming over broken planks. The dilapidated building shuddered. Evil incarnate burst into the air, screaming hatred and defiance, laughing horribly as it sped to the car and its waiting prize.

The shimmering rainbow glittering in the white fog slowly took the shape of Aidan’s tall, powerful frame striding through the mist.

The vampire leaned over the trunk of the car, prepared to grab the sleeping child. He stopped abruptly, suddenly wary, his thin lips drawn back in a snarl, exposing long, yellowed fangs. His head undulated back and forth on a skinny, wrinkled neck like that of a reptile. His cold eyes suspiciously examined the trunk, then the blackened ground. He followed the trail of charred bits of flesh. A long, slow hiss of foul breath escaped his mouth, and his red-rimmed eyes swung to take in Aidan’s approach.

The vampire stepped back from the open trunk and the sleeping child. “You think to trap me with so cheap a trick, hunter?” he growled accusingly, a clicking sound accompanying his once beautiful voice, now putrefied by his decaying soul.

Aidan halted a short distance away. “We both know I have no need of tricks, dead one,” he said softly, his tone so pure it physically hurt the vampire’s ears. “That is more your style, using small children as pawns. You have fallen far, Diego. You were once a great man.” The voice had dropped an octave lower, and, despite his hatred of its purity, the vampire strained to hear the rippling notes.

“ Man,”the vampire sneered. “Do not insult me by naming me such a weakling. You have been brainwashed by Mikhail. For centuries he has lied to us, made us sheep. He has driven our people into the ground, attempted to take our rightful power from us. Open your eyes, hunter. See what you do. You kill your own kind.”

“You are not my kind, Diego. You have chosen to debase and murder those less strong than you. Women. Children. Innocent humans. I am not like you.”

The vampire sucked in his breath, an audible sound of hatred. “It is easy for you to say so, when the scent of your woman clings to your every pore.”

“I am two centuries older than you. Even before my lifemate came and brought me light, I did not turn as you did to make my life easier,” Aidan said quietly. “Do not abdicate responsibility for your actions. It is not Mikhail or your lack of a lifemate that brought you so low. It was your choice to become what you are.”

The thin lips drew back, exposing receding gums stained with red. The white skin of Diego’s face was drawn tightly over his bones, giving him a skeletal appearance. He lifted a bony hand tipped with razor-sharp nails and pointed toward the open trunk. “You think you are too powerful for me to defeat, but I am not without my own powers.”

Aidan kept his fear for Joshua locked away in some deep, secret part of his soul. His face remained impassive, even serene. In his mind he felt Alexandria gasp as snakes began to swarm up over the car. Aidan didn’t move or speak, not even to reassure his lifemate. He was proud of her silence, of the fact that she remained as still and as trusting as ever.

If the vampire was creating an illusion, it was a perfect one. Aidan could actually detect life in the wriggling reptiles. They seemed real enough, although how the vampire could have called so many of them to him so quickly, Aidan didn’t know. He attempted to call to the snakes, to draw them away, but they were creatures of the vampire, completely enslaved. The first viper made its way into the trunk. Almost immediately several others fell in after it. Their hollow trunks were followed instantly by a hot sizzling, and the smell of cooking meat filled the air as snake after snake went to its death. Finally the vampire raised his hand, and the remaining snakes slithered back to the ground, curling around his ankles.

“What do you say we dispense with these childish games?” Aidan said. “Come to me, Diego, and remember the man you once were.” His voice was so compelling, so enthralling, so hypnotic, that the vampire nearly stepped forward.

Then Diego snarled, the sound harsh and ugly in contrast to Aidan’s voice. “I will kill you, then the boy, and take your woman.” His smile was grotesque. “She will suffer long and much for your sins.”

Aidan shrugged carelessly. “Should you do the impossible and defeat me, my lifemate will choose to follow me, and you will have no chance to get her in your hands. The child will be safe, because there is another hunter in this area, one far greater than myself. You cannot defeat me. No one can defeat him.” He said it complacently, with complete confidence.

The vampire screamed again, a hysterical fury that threatened to consume them both. “Gregori! How dare he come to this land? What gives him the right? That is a perfect example of Mikhail’s hypocrisy.” Then the voice turned appeasing, cunning. “Gregori is not like you, Aidan. You are a fair man. Morality rules your actions. Misguided your hunting may be, but nevertheless you do as you do because you think you must.” The vampire looked around and lowered his voice. “Gregori is a cold-blooded killer. He feels no remorse. I have heard tales, rumors, that others swear are true. The healer has killed illegally. Pretending to be the best of our people, he is the worst, and Mikhail sanctions this abomination.”

To an untrained ear, that insidious voice would have been beguiling, persuasive. But Aidan could see the gray skin shrunken over the skull. The dried blood beneath the long, yellowed fingernails. The receding gums and exaggerated fangs. Most of all he was very aware of the small, vulnerable boy in the trunk of a car, placed there as the instrument of the vampire’s revenge.

“You seek to buy yourself time, dead one. Why? What plan do you have that you would pretend to be my friend?” Even as Aidan spoke, the vipers hissed hideously and swarmed toward him, a slithering mass of writhing bodies.

As the snakes neared his feet, they changed shape, became women crawling toward him, obscenely sexual, hissing, their long, forked tongues flicking at him. Using the fog to cover his movements, Aidan reappeared behind the vampire. As Diego turned this way and that, Aidan struck, a swift, killing blow designed to end the conflict quickly. But at the last moment the vampire leapt away, and his creatures, half female, half snake, growled and spat venom at Aidan, scrambling toward him on their bellies and hands and knees.

Do not pay attention to his illusions. Never take your eyes off the vampire. He waits for your inattention.Alexandria’s voice was soft and sweet in his mind, clearing away any cobwebs the illusionist was weaving to confuse him.

He is skilled, this one,cara, he acknowledged.

Not skilled enough,she responded with complete faith in him.

The women on the ground set up a wail, a low, keening, mournful whine that rose on the wind. Aidan smiled at the vampire with a lazy, self-confident smile. “You are trying to call Gregori to our little battle? You are much more foolish than I thought. Even I, who have nothing to fear, would not want to disturb Gregori’s solitude. With this racket, he is certain to join us.” His golden eyes slashed at the vampire, found the dull, dead gaze, and locked onto it, holding the other man in their molten depths. “I worked closely with Gregori for several years. Did you know that, Diego? What he does, he does coolly and efficiently. There is no other like him. Perhaps in your final moment you wish to test your meager skills against his greatness.”

The vampire’s bullet-shaped head was undulating again, the skull swinging back and forth rhythmically. He hissed a command, and the obscene creatures of his invention moaned and slunk away. Chanting, he waved a hand at them, and the wailing women slowly shape-shifted back to snakes. Ordinary, harmless garden snakes.

The vampire began to move in a slow, careful, sinister dance. He circled Aidan, the hard shells of the cockroaches crunching beneath his shoes. His head continued to move slowly back and forth, his fangs gleaming and dripping saliva. Aidan faced the vampire stoically, refusing to look at his dancing feet noisily crushing the insects or at the garden snake approaching from his left.

The snake isn’t harmless, Aidan.Alexandria’s warning was calm. That’s another one of hisillusions. It is no garden snake. I can sense the vampire’s triumph.

Aidan held his ground calmly, his golden gaze never once shifting from the vampire’s swaying figure. He didn’t so much as glance at the snake gliding toward him or betray in any way that he was aware of the danger it presented to him. The vampire’s actions were hypnotic, a strange series of steps and motions designed to dull the senses and capture the mind.

As the snake coiled itself to strike only a few inches from the hunter, the vampire stopped, his eyes boring into Aidan’s, seeking to mesmerize him. Then, with unbelievable speed, the vampire launched himself forward in an all-out attack. The snake, too, flung itself forward, seeking to bury its fangs in Aidan’s leg. But Aidan was no longer where he had been. Even faster, he had leapt to meet the vampire. His hands caught at the bullet-shaped head and wrenched. There was a sickening crack, and the vampire howled, the razor-sharp claws raking Aidan’s broad chest.

The talons bit deep, leaving four red furrows. Aidan melted away from the illusionist and reappeared beside the trunk of the car. He risked one quick glance at the sleeping child. The sight of the little boy covered with, charred snake carcasses was unnerving. He wanted to fling the repulsive, evil creations as far from Joshua as possible.

Aidan, do not take your attention from the vampire,Alexandria cautioned. He is still dangerous. He gathers himself for the kill. Are you all right? I feel your pain.

I do not feel anything.Aidan’s reply was abrupt, clipped, his attention back on the vampire.

Diego’s head listed to one side, his grimace a twisted parody of an ingratiating smile at the hunter. Red flames flickered in his eyes. He was gasping for breath, but Aidan was not deceived. The vampire was more dangerous than ever. Aidan would see that danger in the red haze of his eyes and the nails digging blood from their own palms.

“Let me die in peace, Aidan. You have finished me,” the vampire said softly, persuasively. “Take the child and go. Leave me my dignity. I will meet the dawn and die as our kind should.”

Aidan remained very still, his body appearing relaxed, almost indolent, his shoulders loose, his arms at his sides, his knees slightly bent. The picture of serenity. The golden eyes did not so much as blink. He watched the vampire’s movements like the predator he was.

The vampire erupted into cursing, an obscene, guttural expression of his frustration. “Come and get me then,” he challenged.