Dark Needs at Night’s Edge (Immortals After Dark #5)(56)
Author: Kresley Cole

"Would they hurt Conrad?"

"In a heartbeat," she admitted. "Most of Lorekind hate red-eyed vampires."

Néomi sighed. "Do you?"

"Ah, snap, put Mari in the hot seat! Well, I used to be very certain that I did. But everybody at the gathering was talking about how Conrad Wroth stopped himself from drinking Cade. Even Bowen is in a wait-and-see mode."

"Oh, that’s a relief!"

"Still, I’d thought about checking on you anyway, dropping by with a type-A-positive pie or something."

"I’m glad you didn’t – I don’t want Conrad to learn that we know each other. He’d do nothing but hound you for my secret." Even now, she listened attentively for his return.

He always went straight to the kitchen to get a mug of blood. She’d hear him open the refrigerator door and close it with the side of his boot. Then he would sit for a spell on the porch steps, drinking and seeming to decompress from the night’s hunt. All they were missing was the Honey, I’m home. "Speaking of which – I don’t suppose Nïx is ever wrong?"

"That would be never."

"Bien. We’ll keep the secret forever, and then I won’t get capped." Néomi could speak Gang as well as the next former ghost from the Jazz Age.

"Néomi… " Mari was plainly troubled about her outlook.

"No, I know." She didn’t want Mari to be. She was utterly grateful. "Every day I last is just a bonus. And really, I was born a mortal. That means any time I had on earth would always be uncertain."

Mari looked unconvinced.

"We just worked with what we had. I have absolutely no regrets."

"What’d you tell him when he asked how you came back?" Mari asked.

"I told him I had a secret, and that I wouldn’t talk about it or we’d quarrel."

"And he just let it go? That’s weird. Vampires are notoriously single-minded."

Néomi nibbled her bottom lip. "Well, I distract him… ."

"You distract – ? Ah, I got it." She snapped her fingers again, and another teenager briefly appeared bearing a pastry box. "Beignet?" Mari opened the box and offered it through the glass.

Néomi was hungry. This would be her breakfast. Though Conrad escorted her to restaurants for most meals – he pushed food around on his plate and sipped "inferior" whiskey neat – she occasionally had to scrounge in the refrigerator. The shelves were divided in half, with his blood on one side and her juices, leftovers, and fruit on the other. "Café du Monde?"

"Where else?"

Néomi eagerly accepted, plucking one from the box. Still hot! She took a bite, sighing in delight as it melted in her mouth.

"Well, then… tell me, what’s it like living with a vampire? Is it everything you’d hoped?"

"Better than. Besides shopping, he’s been taking me to new places all over the world."

Tracing came in very handy when one had limited time and no passport. Though vampires could only trace to destinations they’d been to previously, Conrad had traveled all over the world in the last three centuries. "For our first foray, he made me close my eyes. When I opened them, we were on a moonlit beach on the Indian Ocean." The wave crests had been bright with luminescence, the breeze a balmy kiss.

It had struck Néomi then that she might just pack in a lifetime of experiences if she could last a year.

"I’ve never been. Bowen and I have got to travel more," Mari said. "So how’s the vamp doing with the rages you told us about?"

"Anytime a male casts an appreciative glance my way, I fear Conrad will attack him." He was still struggling to temper his aggression, still treading that path by the folly when he needed to cool off.

The men who regarded her had no idea they courted the wrath of a seventeenth-century warlord, ready to lash out over every long look… .

"Oh, you get used to that," Mari assured her. "Lore males can be really territorial with their females. But hey, aren’t the females right back?"

Though Néomi wasn’t of the Lore, she was extremely possessive of her vampire. With his towering, muscle-packed build and that jet black hair, Conrad’s presence was beyond arresting. Add the sunglasses, and everyone mistook him for a celebrity. Women, young and old, stopped in their tracks to gape at him. "When one woman continued to leer at his backside, I wanted to pull her hair. Even though she was easily an octogenarian."

Mari snorted at that.

"Are all Lore males ridiculously overprotective as well?" Néomi asked.

"Don’t even get me started."

Conrad could be so violent with others, but he’d proved to be protective of her to a fault. "At first I had trouble remembering that I can’t float through doors anymore, and I kept butting my forehead – "

Mari thought that was hilarious, coughing on her Slurpee.

Néomi quirked a brow and continued, "But Conrad winces over each slight mark. And a splinter in my finger was rated as calamitous in his eyes."

Mari offered another beignet.

"Merci." Néomi stretched to reach it. "Unfortunately, he’s getting more and more suspicious whenever I say or do anything that shows no concern for the future."

"Like what?" Mari asked, brushing powdered sugar from her hands.

"He’d wanted to repair some things around the house, like parts of this studio so I could start practicing again like I used to. I told him there were just so many things I wanted to see now that I can leave the property." She did want to dance, but she had to make choices with her remaining time. "And then, just yesterday, he asked me why I wasn’t worried about birth control. It got me thinking – should I be?"

Mari frowned. "I truly don’t know. I’ll ask around, post it to the discussion board."

What if Néomi could get pregnant? What if she could have their baby before she died? Would she trust the mad vampire assassin with her only child after she was gone? She thought of that fierce, protective light in his eyes whenever he looked at her.

Absolutely.

After a loud slurp, Mari said, "Tell me more… believe me, my minions are praying to Hekate that you’ll keep me occupied all afternoon."

"Well, he’s really intense. A few nights ago, he offered to desecrate the grave of the man who murdered me." Catching Néomi’s gaze, he’d rumbled, "Bid me to do this, koeri, and it’s done."

"Aw, that’s kind of sweet," Mari said.

"I thought so, too." Eventually. At the time, her lips had parted, and she’d murmured, "Oh, how… thoughtful, Conrad." Again, she’d understood the offer was akin to an affectionate gesture from a male like him. "But let’s leave the, er, grave alone for now. I just want to enjoy you… ."