Night's Touch (Page 42)
Anton Bouchard invited the two gray-clad women into his house, bid them make themselves comfortable, and offered them refreshment. He had only recently returned to town, having decided that a lengthy vacation would be good for his health. He had spent the last several months enjoying la dolce vita. During his absence, he had enlisted two of the witches from his mother's coven to keep an eye the DeLongpre-Cordova families.
Now he was back and eager to hear of any developments that had taken place while he was away.
Enough time had passed that DeLongpre had probably forgotten him, Anton thought, but he would never forget them-not the vampire who had killed his father so many years ago, and not the people responsible for ruining his mother's plans so that, instead of raising his father, she had raised a monster.
Anton stared at her. "Pregnant!" That was something he hadn't counted on. "Are you sure?"
The witch delved into one of her voluminous pockets and withdrew Cara's medical records. "She's due any day now."
As much as he wanted revenge, he wasn't sure he could destroy Cara while she was pregnant. Of course, he could take the baby from her. There were spells that required the blood of an unborn child...
He shook the thought from his mind. He would not go down that path. His parents had both dabbled in Dark Magick, and both had met untimely ends.
A spell he had learned in Italy, a fire, and all those who had harmed his family would at last meet their doom.