Destined for an Early Grave (Page 29)

Gregor sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to stop me from rolling away. The lack of synchronization in my movements frightened me. I wanted to jump out of the bed, but all I could do was twitch.

"I know what you know," he said, tracing his hand down my arm. "I cannot transport someone, or invade their mind, without their blood having been inside me. Even though it was many years ago, your blood is still a part of me, Catherine."

Another tidbit no one had mentioned before. "If you know what I do, then you’re aware I love Bones," I answered.

"You think you do." His hand slid lower, to the bottom of the blanket and slowly up inside it.

Feeling his fingers climb up my calf didn’t arouse me. It pissed me off.

"What kind of piece of shit would fondle a woman who can’t move to stop him?"

His hand froze on my leg. I managed to flop back around and keep the blanket over me with a shaky grip. At least now I was facing him instead of craning my neck around.

"The only reason I agreed to withdraw my men in exchange for your compliance is because Bones has saved you from death several times," Gregor ground out. "But now, he gets no more passes from me."

"Is that what you call not murdering him, my mother, and my friends in a dirty ambush at dawn? A pass? How’d you find us, anyway? It wasn’t from me this time.

Gregor’s jaw clenched. "I found you because of Bones’s stupidity, and if he’d had me and my men in a similar circumstance, he’d have acted with the same ruthlessness."

I opened my mouth to respond when there was an urgent knock.

"I said no interruptions," Gregor barked, streaking to the door and flinging it open.

It was Lucius again. He almost hopped up and down in nervousness. "Master, you must come with me. I-I have…news."

The way his eyes kept flicking to me had me swinging my rubbery legs out of bed and managing to stand.

"What happened? Did what’s-his-name not get the message?" I asked, fighting dizziness.

"You need me to come with you now?" Gregor repeated, gesturing to me. "This is the first I’ve spent with my wife in a dozen years. This can’t wait?"

"No, monsieur," Lucius whispered, lowering his head.

"Is it Bones?" I demanded, staggering and falling when my legs wouldn’t hold. "If he’s dead, Gregor – "

"Is that swine still alive?" he interrupted. "Answer so she won’t become hysterical."

"Ah, yes, he is." The sweetest of words. "If you would please come this way – "

"My mother?" I cut him off, thinking what else might have gone tragically wrong.

"I have no knowledge of any fatalities among your friends," Lucius said, almost wringing his hands.

"You’ve heard what you requested," Gregor said, picking me up and depositing me back in bed. "If you don’t want to injure yourself, stay there. I won’t be long."

With that, he swept out. There was the distinct sound of bolts sliding after he shut the door. Left with few other productive options, I lay there and practiced moving my limbs.

Gregor came back about an hour later, dressed in pants but no shirt. Some clothes were better than none. I sat up with the sheet to my chin and pillows propped behind me. When he met my gaze, something flickered across his hard features. His mouth softened, but he didn’t quite smile.

"You remind me of the girl you were. You’re not her anymore, but right now, you look like you are."

It was incredibly strange. He was remembering someone I used to be, and I had no idea who that was. A sixteen-year-old Catherine who didn’t hate vampires and went to Paris with one? Never met her.

"No, I’m not her anymore," I agreed. "Since there’s no turning back the clock, why don’t we part in a semifriendly manner now?"

He didn’t respond to that. "Your body’s also different. You’re an inch taller, and you’ve gained weight."

"Everyone’s a critic," I muttered.

That made him smile, creasing the scar on his eyebrow. "Twas no insult, ma femme. It plumps your br**sts and softens your thighs."

Way too much information and in the wrong, wrong direction. "Gregor," I shifted, and a strained breath escaped me. The movement put pressure on my ribs.

In the next instant, he was looming over me. "You’re hurt. I thought it was just unease after the transport, but you’re in pain."

"It’s nothing." I brushed his hands away. "Got banged up sparring with a friend, I’m fine. Where are we? You never said."

"Austria." He sat without being invited, and I scooted back, not liking his proximity.

"And what’s this news Lucius doesn’t want me to know?" My brow arched as I asked, daring him to tell me.

His shoulder lifted in a half shrug. "No one you hold dear was captured or killed. My men ceased as instructed, and my promise is fulfilled."

"Not all of your promise." Sharply.

"Nor all of yours. It’s your turn." From his pants pocket, he withdrew a small silver knife, intricately etched. "Drink from me. Learn what was stolen from you."

Now that it was time for me to discover what had been ripped from my mind, I was uncertain. Was it possible I’d loved the vampire in front of me? I couldn’t imagine that, but Gregor seemed so sure. What if learning this piece of my past did change things between Bones and me? Could I risk that?

But on the other hand, I didn’t have a choice. If Gregor wanted to force me to drink his blood, in my condition, it would be easy. Besides, I refused to let doubt dictate my actions. I loved Bones. Nothing I remembered would change that, no matter what Gregor thought.

I didn’t look away as I accepted the knife. When I reached for his hand, however, Gregor stopped me.

"No. Take from my neck, as I once took from yours."

I really didn’t want to be closer to him, but refusing would be irrational. At least Bones was wrong, I thought. He swore Gregor would make me bite him.

Without hesitation, I jabbed the dirk into Gregor’s throat and sealed my mouth over the wound, sucking. As I swallowed, I felt his arms go around me, but they didn’t fully register. Something exploded in my brain. I wasn’t falling this time; I was being propelled forward.

I waited downstairs by the front door as Cannelle, Gregor’s housekeeper, had instructed me. She’d muttered something in French I hadn’t completely understood, but it didn’t sound friendly. Oh, in front of Gregor, Cannelle was polite. But as soon as his back was turned, she was cold and cutting. I didn’t know why, but it made me sad. I was a long way from home, and I hadn’t seen another soul aside from the few people in this house. A friend would have been so nice.