Destined for an Early Grave (Page 44)

His lips curved. "I already told you, my feelings for you aren’t romantic. I’m here because you are a friend, and for me friends are much harder to come by than a f**k."

What I felt for him didn’t have to do with attraction either, even though Vlad was certainly attractive. No, I felt an odd sort of kinship with him instead.

"I’m glad you’re here," I said. It was true. I couldn’t handle this being around Mencheres, or Spade, or anyone else who would have taken me on out of a pitying sense of responsibility.

Vlad squeezed my hand. "You will get through this, but before you can do that, you have to face him."

Him. Bones. I looked away.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but for this topic, it’s wasted. I’m not going to see him. I don’t want to see what he’s doing, or with whom."

"Catherine, you’re being stupid."

I stiffened at the insult and my real name. "How so, Drac?" I snapped, using the name he never went by as well.

"You haven’t truly started getting over him because you’re still wondering if he’s really gone. It’s why you won’t let go. It’s also why you’ll end up getting killed, because you’re so distracted over that, you didn’t notice a vampire in your room until he crawled into bed with you. Settle things with Bones, once and for all. Then move on, either with him or without him."

"I know it’s over," I said with a catch to my voice. "He told me loud and clear that it was."

"And you wonder if he really meant it. You’re wondering if he hasn’t done this just to hurt you, like you hurt him by leaving with his enemy during a battle. You’re making yourself crazy wondering if he’s waiting to see if you’ll go after him just like all those times he chased after you."

"Stop prying into my mind!" To hear my hidden speculations aloud was like surgery without the anesthesia.

"It’s not such an ill-conceived notion," he went on coolly. "He’d be inflicting your worst fears on you as you did to him. It’s a fair punishment, in my opinion. I just doubt Bones has the backbone to do it."

"Then why are you telling me to find out if you think I’ll only get shot down again?"

"Because if you’re right, he’ll be knocking on my door soon anyway. If not, then you’re devastated but resolute since you’re much stronger than you realize."

I chewed my lower lip. Risk getting my heart trampled on again just to see if this was some sort of weird vampire power play? And if it was, could I forgive it? Would I want to?

Either way, I’d know, which I guess was better than driving myself crazier hanging on to that slim thread of wonder.

Vlad must have read it in my mind, because he nodded. "In the morning, call Spade and schedule your meeting with Bones. Bones won’t refuse to see you, no matter his intentions toward you. Then you’ll know if it’s over for good."

This was too much to contemplate with a low iron count and little sleep. I lay back down with a sigh, forgetting to be self-conscious about being in bed with him.

Vlad settled next to me, putting his head on my pillows.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat. "Didn’t we just agree that we were only friends?"

"Sex isn’t what I’m after. It’s just been a long time since I’ve slept next to a woman who meant something to me."

"Oh. Well." A slumber party with Dracula? All things considered, why not? "Okay, but I snore."

He grinned. "I have been under the same roof with you for a week, so I already know that."

I gave him a dirty look but then stretched in bed as I normally would.

Vlad put his arms around me and rested his head on my pillow. I should have been embarrassed to be in bed with him, especially since he was bare-chested, and I only had on a long sleep shirt over my underwear, but I wasn’t. It felt nice to fall asleep with someone again, even if he wasn’t the someone I’d been missing.

"Good night, Cat," he said, though it was almost dawn.

I yawned and closed my eyes.

"Good night, Vlad."

The knock at the door didn’t wake me. Must have been too soft and tentative. Only when Vlad said, "Come in," in a less-than-pleased tone did I wake up. God, he was right. My reflexes were shit.

Shrapnel stuck his head inside. I mentally berated Vlad for not giving me a chance to disappear into the bathroom. How incriminating did this look?

"Forgive me, Master, but the caller says it’s urgent. May I give you the phone?"

He held it close to his side, obviously nervous. Maybe Vlad was grumpy when he woke up.

Vlad gestured. "Very well, bring it."

Shrapnel moved like a jackrabbit, then hurried out, closing the door behind him.

"Who’s this?" Vlad snapped into the phone.

Spade’s voice blared out loud enough to bolt me upright.

"If you don’t put Cat on the line this time, I’m going to roast you alive in your own sodding juices – "

I snatched the phone away from him. "What is it? I’m here, what’s wrong?"

There was a loaded moment of silence. Too late, I realized what I’d done. Vlad lifted a shoulder as if to say, You’re stuck now.

"I was told Vlad couldn’t be disturbed because he was in bed." Each word was a blistering accusation. "That he was extremely indisposed. Lucifer’s bloody balls, is this why you haven’t returned my calls?"

"I-I-I didn’t…" Good God, I was stammering.

"Indeed!"

"Look, don’t even!" My anger came to the rescue. "If something’s wrong, tell me, but if you’re just going to play Pussy Police, you should start with your best friend. He’s probably nose deep in one right now."

"He’s arse deep in danger, if you still care," was Spade’s icy reply.

That took all the hostility out of me. Spade wasn’t one for hysterical exaggerations. I clutched the phone like it was slippery.

"What happened?"

Maybe I sounded as fearful as I felt, because Spade’s voice lost some of its anger.

"Fabian, your helpful ghost, has been in New Orleans trying to speak with him. From what he can deduce, Crispin will be forced to leave the Quarter soon. And Gregor’s lying in wait outside the city."

"What do you mean, ‘forced to leave’?" My voice couldn’t get more shrill. Vlad winced.

"Crispin went to New Orleans to have a meeting with Marie. After it took place, from what I’ve gathered, Marie closed the Quarter to any more undead visitors, and Gregor’s assembled a slew of forces beyond the city’s outskirts."

I jumped up and began rummaging for clothes. Vlad scooted into my spot, unperturbed. "Are you there? On your way?"

"We can’t, that’s the whole bloody problem! Because of you, Gregor has clear rights to take Crispin out under our laws. No vampire can come to his aid over this."