She nodded slowly, watching him carefully. “I have escaped him many times. I nearly managed to kill him once.”
Sara felt his great body tremble at her words. “You tried such a thing? The vampire is one of the most dangerous creatures on the face of this earth.” There was a wealth of reprimand in his voice. “Perhaps you should tell me the entire story.”
Sara blinked at him. “I want to get up.” She felt very vulnerable lying pinned to the floor beneath him, at a great disadvantage looking up into his beloved face.
He sighed softly. “Sara.” Just the way he said her name curled her toes. He breathed the syllables. Whispered it between exasperated indulgence and purring warning. Made it sound silky and scented and sexy. Everything that she was not. “I do not want to have to restrain you again. It frightens you, and I do not wish to continue to see such fear in your beautiful eyes when you look upon me.” He wanted to see that loving, tender look, that helpless wonder spilling from her bright gaze as it had when she first recognized his face.
“Please, I want to know what’s going on. I’m not going to do anything.” Sara wished she didn’t sound so apologetic. She was lying on the floor of her home with a perfect stranger pinning her down, a stranger she had seen drinking the blood of a human being. A rotten human being, but still… drinking blood. She had seen the evidence with her own eyes. How could he explain that away?
Falcon stood up, his body poetry in motion. Sara had to admire the smooth, easy way he moved, a casual rippling of muscles. Once again she was standing, her body in the shadow of his, close, so that she could feel his body heat. The air vibrated with his power. His fingers were wrapped loosely, like a bracelet, around her wrist, giving her no opportunity to escape.
Sara moved delicately away from him, needing a small space to herself. To think. To breathe. To be Sara and not part of a Dark Dream. Her Dark Dream.
“Tell me how you met the vampire.” He said the words calmly, but the menace in his voice sent a shiver down her spine.
Sara did not want to face those memories. “I don’t know if I can tell you,” she said truthfully and tilted her head to look into his eyes.
At once his gaze locked with hers, and she felt that curious falling sensation again. Comfort. Security. Protection from the howling ghosts of her past.
His fingers tightened around her wrist, gently, almost a caress, his thumb sliding tenderly over her sensitive skin. He tugged her back to him with the same gentleness that often seemed to accompany his movements. He moved slowly, as if afraid to frighten her.
As if he knew her reluctance, and what he was asking of her. “I do not wish to intrude, but if it will be easier, I can read the memories in your mind without your having to speak of them aloud.”
There was only the sound of the rain on the roof. The tears in her mind. The screams of her mother and father and brother echoing in her ears. Sara stood rigid, in shock, her face white and still. Her eyes were larger than ever, two shimmering violet jewels, wide and frightened. She swallowed twice and resolutely pulled her gaze from his to look at his broad chest. “My parents were professors at the university. In the summer, they would always go to some exotic, fantastically named place, to a dig. I was fifteen; it sounded very romantic.” Her voice was low, a complete monotone. “I begged to go, and they took my brother Robert and me with them.” Guilt. Grief. It swamped her.
She was silent a long time, so long he thought she might not be able to continue. Sara didn’t take her gaze from his chest. She recited the words as if she’d memorized them from a textbook, a classic horror story. “I loved it, of course. It was everything I expected it to be and more. My brother and I could explore to our hearts’ content and we went everywhere. Even down into the tunnels our parents had forbidden to us. We were determined to find our own treasure.” Robert had dreamed of golden chalices. But something else had called to Sara. Called and beckoned, thudded in her heart until she was obsessed.