Sara was afraid for Mel. And then she wondered if Mel realized that she was not the same either. “I never expected anything from you.” She had been working too. “Nor do I now. I didn’t do anything that anyone else wouldn’t have done. I’ve given up nothing that you wouldn’t have done for me. As for Sherman, you aren’t to worry about him until you’re stronger. I’ve been working on my powers daily, and he won’t get the better of me again.” Amazingly enough, since meeting Aaron, she had wanted to be better at a lot of things.
“
Oh Sara, do you think I wanted you to give up your life to hide away from everyone so you could shelter me? Do you think I like knowing that you have been paying so much money to have me protected and taken care of while I healed? No, love. Never.” Sara could feel Mel’s anger even over the long distance. “My duty as your queen was to be the one offering and guaranteeing your safety, not the other way around. I know you aren’t going to like what I’ve done, but I have decreed it to be so. When we finally get to talk, you will begin to understand what I have decided.”
Sara was reasonably sure she was not going to like whatever it was. It angered her that Mel was making decisions on her behalf without asking. It reminded her of someone else in her life, she thought with a grimace.
“
I have to go to sleep now,” Sara told her. “I’m mad, as I’m sure you are aware. I’ve had a really long day and need to rest.”
“
Good night, Sara. I love you, daughter of my heart.” Sara felt the warmth Mel sent her, but she was too pissed off to acknowledge it.
“
I love you too, my queen.”
~
CHAPTER TWELVE~
Aaron watched as she walked in the office the next morning and stopped dead when she saw him sitting in her chair. Not exactly the reception he was hoping for.
“
You might as well come on over. We have a lot to go over before tonight, and I still have to travel back home,” he told her.
“
You said that you were going to call. I’m reasonably sure whatever you have to say to me could have been said over the phone. In fact, I would prefer it that way.” She didn’t move from her position when she asked, “Why are you here?”
“
I just wanted to see your lovely face again, isn’t that enough?” Her glare nearly made him laugh. “No, I can see you don’t believe me. Oh well, have a seat, let’s get tonight finalized. I will have a car pick you up at your home at four o’clock. I’ve already asked and found out the Carlovettis are closing at two, so that will give you plenty of time to get there and wait for the driver. What is your address, by the way? All I’ve been able to find is a post office box number.”
Aaron picked up a pen off the desk she had been using. It smelled of her, he had discovered. It was a very neat desk, everything in its place. He wondered if she would be willing to help with his at home. Nah, he thought, she would probably set fire to it and start over, which, come to think of it, was not a bad idea.
“
No, I’ll drive myself. I’m quite capable of getting to and from there on my own. You know, I have had a life up until you,” she told him. Quite impertinently, too, he thought.
“
Have you noticed that you are forever saying ‘no’ to me? It’s getting quite old.” He leaned back in the chair. “Now, as I was saying, no, you won’t drive yourself there. Someone will pick you up. Where do you live? I’m quite serious about this, Sara. Tell me.”
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Did you ever think to listen when I say ‘no’ to you? I doubt you think you’re ever wrong either, do you?” She flopped down in the other chair before she told him, “I live two point three miles from here, due west. I can give you the longitude and latitude if you’d like. Let me see, for Columbus, where you live it’s thirty-nine degrees North by eighty-three degrees zero feet West. Now where I live, it’s a little different, its forty degrees four feet fourteen inches North by eighty-two degrees, ten feet, thirty-three inches West. Is that specific enough for you, your dickship?”
“
That’s very funny. Don’t be a smart ass, Sara. What is your physical address?” She looked away from him and out the window just over his shoulder. This is not going to be good. Deep in his bones he knew without a doubt that whatever she was trying to avoid telling him, he was not going to like. “Sara?”
“
There isn’t an actual address there. I just know where it is. I...like it there, it’s very quiet.” She turned and glared at him as if to say he was the cause of all the noise in her life.
“
How quiet, and what does the house look like?” His head was beginning to ache again. He had lived for over fourteen hundred years and in only two weeks of knowing her, he wanted an aspirin and hard liquor. Not necessarily in that order.
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There isn’t a house,” she said quietly, still not looking at him.
“
The apartment then, or trailer. What’s the building look like that you are staying in?” He was so frustrated, which to his way of thinking, was a foregone conclusion when talking with her.
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There isn’t a building there, none of any kind. There might have been at one time, I suppose. I think I saw a foundation once when I was on my way to the little creek.”
He stared at her for a full minute. “Are you telling me you are sleeping outside? Are you kidding me?”
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No.”
“
No, what?” He didn’t even try to hide his anger. “You aren’t sleeping outside, or no, you’re not kidding me? Which is it? Because either one you answer ‘no’ to is gonna piss me off.”
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Like there’s a big surprise,” she snarled at him. “You get pissed about everything. And the answer is ‘no’ to both. No, I’m not sleeping outside, and no, I’m not kidding you. At least I’m not sleeping outside right now.”
“
Where exactly are you sleeping?” He asked her quietly.
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In my van.”
“
How long?” His head now was at the about to explode stage. His eye started to twitch a little too.
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I don’t know, about eight feet long, I guess.” She grinned at him then. “Shall I satisfy you curiosity and go out and measure it for you?” She had a tone. She had the nerve to have a tone with him!
He slammed both hands down on the desk as he rose over her, making her jump.
“
How long...have you...been sleeping...in your van?” He said each word slowly, and each one enunciated so as she would not misunderstand what he was asking her. He was beyond mad at this point and wanted her to answer the damned question.
“
Since it got warm again, March twenty-second.” She stood too, her anger evident in every part of her lovely body. “I don’t really keep track of the precise date. Do you know the date of things you do? Yes, you probably have this note pad just filled with stupid information like that.”
“
Again? Where were you sleeping during the previous months, and I can only assume that it was during the winter months, correct?” He moved away from her before he did something stupid…like pull her over the table and claim her, drink from her, strip her down, and fuck her.
He wasn’t going to justify his notebooks of dates to her. He began to pace. She just would not understand. Sometimes, to be honest, neither did he, but that was beside the point.
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Yes, the YWCA. They have rooms to let for a low price.” As if that should explain everything to him. He stopped pacing.
“
And again, meaning that you have been doing this for a number of years, also correct?”
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Yes,” she hissed at him. “Not that it’s any of your business, but four.”
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Four. Four years. You’ve been living out of your van for four years and you didn’t think to tell anyone?” He needed a drink…not just a drink, he thought, but the entire bottle. No, maybe the entire keg, maybe that would be enough.
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Tell anyone what?” she asked him incredulously. “It isn’t anyone’s business where I live, what I do, not so long as I do my job. And I do my job. I’m very good at it too.”
He turned and stared at her. She was serious, he realized. She actually believed that it wouldn’t be a problem to anyone, her living in the wilderness alone.
“
You don’t think anyone would care enough about you to want to know this information?” he said softly. “That, like you said, as long as you were doing your job, it would be okay with them? Okay that you were out there unprotected, alone, just three miles down the road? That you’d have no heat, no way to cook? Where did you bathe...the creek?” He paused when she flushed. “You bathed in a creek bed?” he shouted.
“
Two point three miles, not three,” she corrected. “If you’re gonna yell at me, get your facts straight.”
He roared. Three pilots came rushing into the room to see what animal he was torturing. Mrs. Davis, one of the cleaning crew ladies, crossed herself and said two Hail Mary’s as she came to a screaming halt just inside the doorway.
“
Get out!” he roared at the room. Then, just as quickly as they entered, they ran out again.
His eyes had turned in his anger; his fangs had dropped as well. He knew this because he could see the red haze through his eyes, her body, and her anger, brighter to him. He felt his fangs explode from his gums. He wanted to bite, to take, to make her body his. His heart was pounding and his blood was roaring hotly through his veins. He did not think he had ever been so pissed in his entire life.
“
Sara.” When she started to say something, he raised his hand. “No, don’t speak. I don’t know what I’ll do to you if you say one thing more.” He took a deep breath, then another. “There will be a car out front at two o’clock to pick you up. They will deliver you and all your belongings to my house. If, for any reason whatsoever, you are not here to go, I will punish the driver, do I make myself clear?” Even in his anger, he knew that threatening her personally would do no good.
“
I’m not a child, and I’d appreciate it if you’d just mind your own fucking business. I don’t need you to treat—”
He cut her off before he did something drastic. “You should really shut up now. I’m not finished.” He took a deep breath before he could continue. “Another driver will bring your home to the estate and you will remain a guest in my home until such time I see fit to let you go, if ever. You are a danger to yourself, and if I have to have you declared unstable, I will. You need a keeper, and you are going to get one.”
“
You bastard. I really hate you,” she snarled at him.
“
Yes, and with all probability, you will even more so before this is over. You will not run, Sara, or so help me when I catch you—and I will, make no mistake about that—I will make you very sorry. You hear me?”
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Yes,” she hissed at him. “You’re a prick. I hope you know that. ”
“
Nice. Very mature. Polite, and name calling too. Now, be a good girl and do as you’re told. I will see you this evening.” With that, he turned and left.
Sara sat down in the desk chair and burst into tears for the second time since meeting with the overbearing vampire.
~~~
At five minutes until two, two werewolves showed up at the hangar to do just what Aaron told her they would. When the younger man asked for her van keys to drive it to the estate, she refused to give them to him. He did not even bat and eye, turned, broke into the driver’s side door, hotwired the ignition, and drove off as simple as you please.
The older man looked at her. “You can either get into that monstrosity of a vehicle all by your sweet little self, or...and I gotta tell you, I’m hoping you opt for door number two here, I throw your cute little butt up over my shoulder and carry you to it. It don’t matter none to me, darlin’.” He grinned at her, showing her just a little of his canines.
Mustering as much dignity as she could, she snatched up her backpack and followed him out to a dark green Hummer. When he opened the back door for her to enter the dark car, she looked at him, pulled open the front passenger door, and got in. She heard him laugh, and that made her angrier.
“
The man said you’d be madder than a hornet, but you’d be polite to me. I gotta hand it to you, little lady, you sure have him all in a twist.” She looked at the man, wondering if he was angry at her for making the vamp mad. He looked genuinely amused by it.
“
Good,” she said. She did not say another word all the way to Columbus.
The wolf threw back his head and laughed. And he continued to laugh all the way to the estate.
~
CHAPTER THIRTEEN~
Aaron was in his lair, well beneath the main house when quite suddenly, he was awake. No one, not even Duncan, could get into those rooms without his permission, but something, or someone, had woken him from his deep, healing sleep.
“
Who’s there? Where are you?” He sat up cautiously, pulling the silk sheet over his bare body.
“
I am Melody, Mistress of Light, and Keeper of All Magic. I have a need of you, Aaron Xavier MacManus, and would like to speak to you privately, please.”
The room suddenly became ablaze with candle light. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the soft glow, Aaron spied a tiny woman sitting, well, on closer inspection, floating above the arm chair across the room from his bed.
“
How did you get in here?”
Or better yet,
he thought,
why are you here in my lair?