He stuck around a few hours after casing the apartment. Parked across the street from the building, he listened to the car radio while keeping an eye on the place.
When two vampires approached the building, Vail grabbed his sunglasses and got out and crossed the street. He knew they were vamps because of their ashy-red auras. Something hed tried countless times to see on himself in a mirror but could not. Did he not have the red aura, or was it just that a man could not see his own aura?
For the love of Herne, he was one fucked-up vampire.
The vampires noticed him striding determinedly toward them and veered from the door of the building and around the side. The streets were tight and this one ended at an inner courtyard shaded with overhanging vines and fragrant honeysuckle.
Fingertips trailing the brick walls, Vail walked right into the center of the courtyard and flipped a nod at the vampires. Nice day, messieurs. Sun is out. Looks like you got your one thousand SPF sunscreen on.
One sneered and lunged toward him, exposing fangs. His buddy caught him by the shoulder. Who the hell are you?
Miss Santiagos assistant. Im sure I spoke to you earlier.
I thought I told you The man realized hed just given up his identity, in a manner.
What are you looking for? Vail asked. He put back his shoulders, flaunting his broad frame and imposing height. The faeries had thought him a freak. Vampires tended to take a step back from him. These two wibs did not. Did Lyric ask you to get something for her at the apartment? Its been picked over by her mommys thugs.
Damn it, the one who had lunged said. I knew we should have come here right away.
They were definitely her allies.
So where is she? Vail tossed out. I didnt get the final destination.
In the seventh
The bigger one slammed his arm across the smallers chest. Youre not her assistant. That cold bitch aint got no friends. Hes working for the old lady.
The smaller one, unleashed from the bigger ones restraining hold, rushed toward Vail, fangs down in warning.
Normally, Vail got into mortal combat. It kept his adrenaline flowing, and he liked to do damage to people who pissed him off. But exerting himself over these two was a waste of breath. He had a few tricks up his sleeve.
Vail rubbed his palms together, loosening the faery dust ever embedded in his skin. Tilting his palm flat, he blew dust in the face of the attacker just as he moved within touching distance.
Faery dust penetrated the vampires pores, traveling up his nostrils and into his throat, instantly rocketing him to a methlike high. The vampire grinned widely, staggeredand dropped.
You want a taste? Vail teased the other, who stood with arms out at his sides in bewilderment.
What the hell was that? You got some voodoo mojo going on?
Chyeah. Heres a taste. Vail blew another cloud of dust and the thug batted at it, but succumbed as quickly as his cohort.
Standing over the two fallen bloodsuckers, Vail shook his head. Vampires. Theyre so weak.
He licked his palm and inhaled deeply. Once upon a time he could get just as quick and massive a high. Hed give anything for that high now, but since hed come to the mortal realm hed shed the haze hed once lived in, and was becoming clearer by the day.
He wasnt sure how he felt about that.
He bent over the vampires. FaeryTown is in the eighteenth, guys. Youll find more of what you now crave there. Tell em Vail sent you. Theyll hook you up with a sweet little number.
He straightened and scanned the area. The seventh? Across the river, the quarter boasted the Eiffel Tower and the Invalides museum. Big area to search, but Im on it.
THE TWO MINIONS whod succumbed to his dust clued him in that something was fishy in Paris. Where would a vampiress who had been kidnapped, or maybe not kidnapped, hide? It had to be someplace close to a food source so when she went out for sustenance she did not risk being seen.
Of course, that could be anywhere in the vast city of Paris. The buildings were close, the streets narrow and labyrinthine. Easy enough for mortal or vampire to move about unseen. Even if her minions had narrowed it down to one particular quarter, it would take Vail hours to cover it all.
One thing he had learned since arriving, the vampire tribes, while they kept to themselves, communicated from tribe to tribe in an amazing network. If you were a tribe member, you were accounted for. But even those unaligned with tribes were known. It was in the tribes best interest to keep tabs on everyone. A sexy, blonde ice princess like Lyric Santiago would surely be recognized by at least a few.
He did have a tribal contact, but would give the search a go first. Besides, thats if anyone knew she was missing. The family was keeping this hush-hush.
He folded the picture of the vampiress and stuffed it in a back pocket. Appealing to any man with a healthy sex drive, certainly, with her high breasts and come-on-lets-kiss white teeth and flirty, long-lashed eyes. But beyond the surface glamour, he wasnt interested.
Vampires did not appeal to his palate. Sure, that was like calling the kettle black, but hed grown up knowing that vampires sustained their lives through the heinous practice of imbibing on mortals. They drank their blood!
Vail would never succumb to such a base appetite. He didnt need it. Faery ichor sustained him. So why bother succumbing to something that horrified him?
As if you dont do the same, his conscience screamed. You sink your teeth into faery necks. How is that different than taking a mortal?
Theyre filthy and poisoned by their food, he muttered, and walked onward.
Thinking of which, he was a bit peckish. It had been over a day since hed fed. He should have fueled up for what he suspected would be a long night.
Striding the streets in the seventh arrondissement, he didnt attempt to quiet the clicking beats of his boots. He wanted to be heard, to be seen tracking through the twilight haze.
Let them know what they cant get away from.
Every so often the street was cobbled, a remnant from Pariss earlier centuries. Vail liked that. And then he didnt. He knew his father had been around since the mid-eighteenth century, as had Rhys Hawkes and his mother, Viviane.
Rhys and Viviane had fallen in love a few years before the French Revolution. Had they walked these very streets?
Dont care. They didnt care enough about me. I dont care about them.
Jumping and hitting the bottom of a low, rusted tin sign with his knuckles, he set the ancient thing into a creaky swing.
Eyes followed him as he cut through the twilight; he could feel their regard prick at his spine. Some were mortal, peering out from windows as their televisions blared monotonously in the background. What a mind waste technology was.
Yet other eyes were Dark Ones, unwilling to test his strut. And woe to those who did employ the bravado to try him.
Yippi-i-oo, he sang lowly. Where are you?
A glimmer in the corner of his eye told him a sidhe lurked in the shadows, slithering along, following his steps. Curious, but not threatening. His hunger stirred. He sensed it was a lower imp or perhaps a sprite. Sprites were nasty and he didnt care to go toe-to-toe with one of them. Their ichor was acrid, and he always ended up spitting it out.
Couldnt be a sprite. Their iridescent sheen never allowed them to blend completely into the shadows.
As he turned a corner, Vail twisted his head quickly to spy the sidhe before it realized hed been aware of it. The ointment he wore around his eyes gave him that sight.
He dashed forward, grabbed the thing about its narrow chest, and sank his fangs into its neck. Just a quick bite, something to take the edge off the jitters hed felt tweaking his muscles. Hot ichor glittered down his throat and soothed his pangs. He dropped the faery in a collapse of pale violet limbs. It wobbled in a giddy daze from his bite. The swoon was good to mortal, vampire and even the sidhe.
Thumbing the corner of his mouth, Vail walked on and thanked his ability to see the sidhe. He hadnt been well loved in Faery, and suspected if any of his former rivals were in the mortal realm of Paris they would not hesitate to call him out. Zett held the top position on that rivalry list.
Come and get me, he mutteredthen stopped abruptly.
Ahead, a mortal male moaned. A pleasurable utterance that curled Vails smile smartly. Right out here, in the street, and not tucked inside a bedroom. Such moxie!
He didnt hear a responding female voice, but he did smell cherries and jasmine. Gotcha.
Racing forward on the balls of his feetnow he wanted the element of surpriseVail swung around the corner and into a dark alley cluttered with stacked terra-cotta flowerpots.
The man stood shoulders and back to the wall and the female was running her hands up his thigh and over his obvious hard-on. She wore a black scarf that covered all her hair, but Vail bet what was tucked beneath was long and blond. Clad entirely in black, the only spot of color was the red pointed shoes peeking from beneath the pant hem.
She leaned into the mortals neck, fangs glintingthen sighted Vail.
Palming a huge flowerpot to leverage his strides, Vail pushed it aside and behind him. It cracked and clattered on the cobbles.
The mortal man landed against Vails chest, groping to stand yet utterly confused about why hed been pulled from the high of arousal. The scent of sex and cigarettes shrouded him.
Shoving him off, Vail tripped over the mans legs and plunged forward, landing on the cobblestones. He looked up. The vampiress paused at a turn at the end of the alley. She flashed a defiant smirk at him and took off.
Its not going to be that easy to ditch me.
Charging up from all fours, he performed a racers dash and made the corner, careening around it in time to spy the vampiresss long legs slip into the open maw of a warehouse.
Taking in the buildings structure as he approached, he decided it was abandoned. The missing windows and flat, pebbled roof would provide her an easy escape while he wandered about in the dark trying to sense her. He could see well enough in the dark, but preferred to track her heartbeats.
Sniffing, he noted the jasmine and cherries. Youre the one I want, he said. But I think Ill let you come to me. Always prefer to be the one in control.
He turned right and walked along the side of the building, tendering careful footsteps so he would sense any noise from inside. She wouldnt be so stupid now she knew someone was after her.
At the opening to a main street, Vail got another whiff of jasmine. He eyed the stretch of apartment buildings and walk-ups directly across the street. Older, and likely lower rent, though this area was nothing to sneeze at. But dark. No streetlights to expose anyones secrecy.
Perfect.
FUCK.
Shoulders glued against the corrugated iron warehouse wall, Lyric listened for the strangers boot steps.
Why had he run after her? Who was he? And what a way to spoil supper. She hadnt a chance to sink in her fangs and now she was beyond hungry.
All the adrenaline pumping through her system over the past twenty-four hours had stripped her energy and weakened her. In fact, she breathed heavily and panted. What was with that?
Shed gotten a quick look at him. Hair darker than Himselfs heart, slicked back like some kind of goth Elvis. Dark clothing and dark eyes. Really dark, like he used guyliner and smudged it.
Could be a druggie. Mortals, when high on meth, were strong, and if hurt or wounded, could still function without noticing the pain. That had to be it. He was a junkie whod stumbled onto the scene of her trying to get the mark off, and decided hed wanted a piece of her for himself.
Which meant she may get lucky and hed forget what hed witnessed and be diverted to a quest for more drugs.
Daring a peek around the doorway, she scanned the alley. The room she was squatting in was down the street. She could make a dash for it if she kept to the left side of the street in the shadows that hugged the walls. So she did.
Taking the back stairs up the side of the building to avoid the lobby, she then had to jump onto a neighbors balcony and lean over to slide through the window shed left open a few inches. Years of training with Leo and her acrobatic skills aided her as Lyric mastered the leap and slipped into the apartment.
A twin bed with a lumpy mattress sat below the window. She landed on it in a roll and came up to sit on the edge of the mattress. The apartment, a recent acquisition, was dark. The full moon had cruised behind nasty gray clouds that promised rain before morning.
Could she do this? Actually pull it off? It wasnt as though shed ever spent time away from the family mansion. She possessed some facsimile of a social life, went clubbing and made dates, and hunted. But to live on her own?
Lyric sighed and wondered how long it would be before she dared go out again to look for supper.
So, this is how the young and the kidnapped live.
A tall, dark-haired man strolled out from the bathroom, leaned against the kitchen wall and hooked one foot up on the side of the butcher block.
Double fuck.
CHAPTER THREE
CAUGHT.
Eyes wide and mouth gaping. Blond hair tumbled from beneath the black scarf. Unbelieving. Now that was a look Vail would cherish.
Who are you? She backed toward the window, but he didnt think she would bolt, because her body language said I want to listen instead of Im out of here. Who sent you?
Ah, now that is the question, isnt it? Who sent me?
I just asked that. Got a hearing problem?
I found you by sound and smell, sweetie. That perfume is sexy, by the way.
She rolled her eyes.
And whats a pretty little vampiress doing away from her kidnappers like you just were? They give you a long leash? Where are those rascally kidnappers, by the by?
Get out of here. This is private property.
Vail looked toward the front door, where hed had to break a security lock to get inside. The smell of jasmine wafting out from inside had told him this was the right place. Yet the fact he could enter without a proper invitation told him a lot. Vampires could only freely enter public property. Yet another frustrating hazard of living in the mortal realm.
It may be private, but its not your property. Which makes it vacant, and that falls under the public category. You always come through the window?
Standing and marching across the room, the vampiress tugged off the scarf and tossed it aside. She was trapped and, like prey, paced in abandon like they always did when seeking an escape. She worked it, though, her long strides swinging her narrow hips, which revealed a peek of sexy skin between waistline and the hem of her shirt.