First Drop of Crimson (Night Huntress World #1)(9)
Author: Jeaniene Frost

His expression practically dared her to argue with him. Denise paused. What if this was Spade’s way of trying to get out of helping her? If she refused to go along with this charade, he could abandon her without a second thought. Maybe he wasn’t as concerned about keeping Bones out of this as she’d bargained on.

"Fine," Denise forced herself to say, thinking of her parents. A little embarrassment was nothing if it ended up saving them.

Spade seemed to be waiting for her to say something else. Denise picked up her fork and began to eat the fruit salad in the next container.

"Good," he said at last. "We’ll be in St. Louis later today."

Spade snapped his mobile shut. That was the last of the calls he needed to make. While it wasn’t common for him to gather his people to introduce a new human as property, he’d been traveling most of the past year, so several things had piled up that needed his attention.

Denise had been very quiet the past three days. He suspected it had to do with the call she’d placed to her family, telling them she was taking off to grieve for her cousin privately. From what Spade could hear, that hadn’t gone over well, though she couldn’t explain that she wasn’t abandoning them in their time of need, but trying to help them instead.

Still, her brooding had to stop. If Denise slipped up in her charade as his latest property in front of his people, Spade could contain the negative results. In front of another Master vampire, one who wasn’t an ally? That could be deadly.

You need to get your back up, Denise, he thought. And I know how to help.

Spade went down to the first floor, guessing that he’d find Denise in the kitchen. She’d proven to have a voracious appetite regardless of her mood. All his residences had a cook to make sure the human members of his line were well fed. Henry, the chef for his St. Louis home, had been even busier since Spade arrived with Denise.

"Sire," Henry said to Spade.

It amused Spade to see Denise’s reaction. Her back was to him, but the tightening in her shoulders was unmistakable. His title among the members of his line made Denise uncomfortable. It didn’t bother Spade. After all, he’d been addressed far more formally back when he was human.

"Henry." Spade nodded at the young man before taking the seat next to Denise at the kitchen table. From the looks of her plate, she’d been eating lasagna, heavy on the garlic.

He stifled a smile. Cat had told Denise a lot about vampires, but not everything. Spade plucked a sauteed clove off her plate and ate it, making sure to grunt in feigned bliss.

"Ah, Henry, delicious. I’ll take a plate myself."

"Won’t that make you sick?" Denise asked in surprise.

He kept his expression blank. "I can eat solid food. I just don’t prefer to most of the time."

"Not that." Denise waved a hand. "Garlic. Doesn’t that make vampires sick?"

"Indeed not. That’s one of the reasons I so enjoy visiting Italy. Can’t swing a cat without hitting a vein seasoned full of that delicious flavor."

Spade licked his lips. Denise saw it and blanched, pushing her plate back. It was all he could do to contain his laughter.

"I have a present for you," he said, as if he hadn’t noticed her reaction.

Suspicion clouded her gaze. "Why?"

She really needed to work on her acting skills. No new human in his line would use such a tone with him, especially with others around.

He rose. "Come."

"Sire, would you still like the food?" Henry asked.

Spade held out his hand to Denise. She paused. "Keep it warm for me," he said to Henry, and hardened his gaze at Denise. Take it, he silently told her.

She slid her hand into his. Her flesh was warm, almost feverish, except there was no glaze to her eyes that spoke of illness. No, they were bright with irritation over his little power play. Spade ignored that, clasping her hand and pulling her out of her chair. He didn’t let go once she was on her feet, either, despite her tug.

"Let’s go to my room, darling," he said, making sure his voice was loud and clear.

Her eyes widened. She’d slept in her own room since they arrived, because demons couldn’t enter private residences, even if Raum had managed to follow them across several states. But it didn’t do for there to be doubts among the people here as to her station with him.

To her credit, Denise didn’t sputter out an indignant refusal. She pressed her lips together and let him lead her up the stairs. If he didn’t know better, he’d think her temperature flared a degree in just the time it took them to get to his room.

Once inside, she shut the door and then pulled her hand away. "There are limits as to how far I’m willing to take this act."

He didn’t show his irritation at her implication that he’d use the circumstances to coerce her into bed. "Name them."

From the way her mouth opened and closed, she hadn’t expected that response. Finally she said, "It would take less time to list the things I would do."

"So list that, and I’ll tell you if you need to add to it."

That challenging look was back in her eye. Spade smiled inwardly. Anger was good for her spirit. It was bad for his plan if she couldn’t balance it with common sense, but time would prove if Denise was as smart as she was lovely.

"All right." She squared her shoulders, her dark hair rustling with the movement. "Obviously I’m willing to bunk with you when the circumstances call for it. I can act subservient if necessary, but don’t expect it once we’re alone. I can act affectionate and even kiss you to make things look real. But it stops there, and I’m not letting you drink from me."

Spade couldn’t help himself. "With all that delectable garlic in your blood? I shed a tear."

Her gaze narrowed. "You’re making fun of me."

He allowed himself a smile. "A little."

"Are you done?" Her chin thrust out, as did her shoulders. Spade’s smile widened. If she knew how her aggressive stance made her br**sts jut out even more enticingly, he rather doubted she’d keep it.

And far be it for him to say such an ungentlemanly thing out loud.

Spade pushed that thought aside, because it led to other musings best not explored. "As to your limits, they should suffice, though you need to get over your aversion to close proximity with me. Vampires are often affectionate in public with their property. If I should lean close to you, or put my arm around you, it would look odd if you jumped like you’d been stabbed."

Denise had the grace to look abashed. "Sorry. I’ll work on that."

"Indeed." He couldn’t keep the dryness out of his tone. "And while I’ll confess it was fun watching you choke yourself on garlic the past few days, you need have no fear of me biting you."