“Yes, Aidan,” she replied demurely. Then she spoiled the effect by laughing. “But we have to have blood tests. You can’t just get married in a minute.”
He rose.
“You forget the power of mind persuasion. We will be married tomorrow morning. Now get dressed, cara. You are tempting me all over again.” His hands wandered down her slender body to caress her bottom.
Her smile was slightly wry. “You’re going to give me all kinds of trouble with your chauvinistic ways, aren’t you?”
He laughed in answer. “I was just thinking you were going to give me all kinds of trouble with your independent thinking.”
She tilted her chin. “You have heard the word compromise before, haven’t you? You do comprehend its meaning?”
He looked thoughtful, taking his time before replying. “As I understand it, compromise means you do what I say as soon as I command it. Is that about right?”
Alexandria pushed at the solid wall of his chest. “You wish, Mr. Savage. It’s never going to happen.”
He pinned her arms to her sides and nuzzled the top of her head. “We will see, my love. We will see.”
Laughing, Alexandria pulled away from him and began to dress. The dawn was brightening the sky, and with it came the terrible lethargy she was becoming familiar with. She wanted to see Joshua, to have normal mornings with her brother. Dress him, feed him, spend time with him before he went off to school.
Aidan allowed her to escape him, letting her keep her illusions of normalcy as long as possible. He liked to see the happiness in her, and he had a bad feeling about the vampire’s blatant challenge. The creature was up to something. He was the last one remaining from the group that had come to the city, terrorizing the population and leading the police on a wild goose chase. The vampire was not stupid; he would have studied Aidan and his strengths and weaknesses before issuing such a challenge. What was the undead up to?
He glided through the house silently, inspecting each entrance, window, and pathway leading to the house. Every safeguard was in place. The house was impenetrable, even with him sleeping beneath the earth in his secret chamber. No, the vampire could not strike at the house. Where, then?
He followed the sound of hoeing and found Stefan in the huge garden. Whenever he was upset or tired, Stefan gravitated to tending his plants.
When Aidan joined him, he leaned on the hoe and regarded his master steadily. “So, you feel it, too. I had trouble sleeping last night.” He spoke in their native language, another sure sign of his state of mind.
“The vampire howled last night. A distinct call for vengeance. I thwarted their plans, whatever they were, and now the one remaining undead intends to destroy me. How he will attempt it, I do not know.”
“It will be through one of us,” Stefan said sadly. “We are your Achilles’ heel, Aidan. We always have been. He can bring you down using Marie, the boy, or me. You know he will.”
Aidan frowned. “Or Alexandria. I fear her reaction to what must come.”
“She is very strong, Aidan, very courageous. She will be fine. You must have faith in your chosen lifemate.”
Aidan nodded. “I know what is in her heart and mind, but I want her happiness above all else.” He gave a humorless smile. “I remember a time many years ago, I went to the aid of Mikhail. He had found his lifemate, a human woman. She was very strong-willed, and I remember thinking that he should better control her, make her do his bidding at all times so that she would remain safe. We cannot afford to lose even one of our women—you know that. She was so strange to me, so unlike the women of our race. She showed no fear even of me, a Carpathian male she did not know. I vowed if I found my lifemate, I would not do as Mikhail and bow to her wishes. Yet now, I cannot stand to see sorrow in Alexandria’s eyes. I feel sick when she is hurt or upset with me.”