A Vampire’s Christmas Carol(8)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Snarling, Ben twisted beneath the demon. He ignored the burn of the knife as he punched out at William—

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Ben’s fist drove into the wooden wall of his cabin. He knocked a hole right through that wall, and cold air blasted inside.

“William!” Ben bellowed.

But the demon didn’t answer.

Ben yanked his hand back. He spun around. Searched the small cabin. There was no sign of the demon. Ben’s eyes narrowed. Was this another game? Another mind-screw that the demon was using to jerk him around?

But…it looked like Ben was back in his cabin, the little place in Desolate, North Dakota. The fireplace was empty. No more giant flames leapt from its depths. The cabin was ice cold inside and growing more so with each moment that passed, thanks to the new window that his fist had just installed.

“Stay away from me!” Ben yelled as he glared at the fireplace. “Do you hear me, demon? No more visits! No more games! Keep your ass away from me.” Or he’d finish what the shifters had started in that cemetery.

A soft rap sounded at his door.

Ben tensed. Had he not just told the demon to stay away?

The knock came again, more insistent this time.

“Go away!” Ben snarled.

But his visitor knocked once more.

He stalked forward, more than ready to beat a certain demon back to hell. He yanked open the door.

A demon didn’t stand on his threshold. A ghost did.

Her blonde hair slid over her shoulders. Her dark, warm brown eyes met his. She smiled. “Hello, Ben.”

Simone.

Chapter Five

Simone stared into Ben’s stunned eyes. Her gaze swept over his face. A face that had haunted her for so long.

High forehead. Strong cheekbones. A long, hard blade of a nose. And that jaw—the wonderful square jaw that she had loved to kiss.

“You’re dead,” he gritted out the words as he stood, frozen, in the doorway.

Simone let her stare sweep down his body. His shoulders were so broad. His arms and chest were muscled and powerful. He towered over her own five-foot-four frame and—

“You’re dead!”

His shout had her gaze snapping back up to his face.

Ben’s eyes were wild. “Is this another one of the demon’s games? Does he think it’s fun to torment me with images of you?”

In that moment, her heart broke even more.

“I already see you in all my dreams,” he whispered. “I think I’m tormented enough.”

Even though she wanted to crumble, Simone pushed back her shoulders and stiffened her spine. She’d known this wasn’t going to be easy. She just hadn’t realized how much it would hurt to see him again. “You’re dead, too,” she heard herself blurt.

Then she winced. That was hardly the introduction she’d intended to use with him.

His dark brows shot down.

“I, um, I mean…you’re undead.” That was the deal with vampires. Not totally dead and far, far from mortal.

He grabbed her then. Yanked her against him and into the cabin. Since he’d pulled her inside, she considered that an invitation to enter.

“Be real,” he rasped against her mouth, and then he was kissing her. She’d missed his kiss so much. He’d always kissed her as if he were desperate for the feel of her mouth beneath his. As if he couldn’t get enough of her.

Simone’s fingers sank into the thickness of his hair. She stood up on her toes as she tried to get closer to him. He was so solid and strong against her. So real. So…hers.

He tensed. His head lifted. His eyes blazed down at her, glowing now with the power of the vampire. “You’re dead.”

“You keep saying that,” she whispered. Simone licked her lips. She could still taste him. She wanted to taste him again.

“A dream? Is that what this is? Am I just dreaming about you again?”

She shook her head. “This is a visit,” she told him, fighting to keep the emotion from her voice. She’d fought so hard for this time with him. “I’m the second one to come and see you tonight.”

His brow furrowed.

Jeez, hadn’t William explained things to him? “Your life—your soul—is on the line, Ben. Tonight is your last chance.” His only chance. And she was so glad that she was with him. “Three visitors will come this night. One for the past. One for the present.” She swallowed. “One for the future.” She didn’t want to think about the future. She’d already glimpsed what could come, and it terrified her.

“I’m crazy,” Ben said flatly, but he didn’t let her go. “I’ve lost the little sanity I had, and I’m imagining you now.”

This was the part she dreaded. Simone exhaled slowly, and she let her own power slip out from her. Her shoulder blades tingled, then warmed as—

“You’ve got wings.” He leapt back, moving a good five feet in less than a second. “Fucking wings!”

Her hands twisted in front of her. She knew her wings—long, white, rather fluffy, especially when she got nervous—were fully extended. “When we met before, there were some…things…you didn’t know about me.”

His jaw dropped in shock.

“I was in New York because I was looking for you. But I…I wasn’t supposed to actually make contact with you.” She sure hadn’t intended to get physically involved with him, but Simone had broken all of the rules for Ben. “I was assigned to…help you. To guard you.”

He shook his head.

“I was your guardian angel.” Did he notice the emphasis she’d just put on “was” right then?

Ben shook his head again as he walked toward her. His hand lifted and he reached out to carefully touch one wing. “It’s real.”

“The wings are real, and so am I.” They didn’t have much time. This one night was the only shot that Ben had been given. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t stay with you.” She’d wanted to be with him. More than anything. But—

She’d changed.

He was still staring at her wings with something close to wonder in his eyes. “Why didn’t I see them before?”

Simone focused and slowly, inch by inch, those wings grew smaller. They kept shrinking until…now you don’t see them. “You remember the scars on my shoulder blades?”

He’d seen them. Kissed them. Asked how she’d gotten them. She’d lied to him and said that she’d been in a car accident when she was twenty-two. Well, technically, that had only been a partial lie.