“What are we going to do?” Jaxon asked. “How can we stop all these deaths?” She looked around the room for a robe.
Lucian handed her one, easily reading her mind. He picked it out of the air while Jaxon was blinking up at him with her large, trusting eyes. She slipped her arms into the thick cotton and pulled the lapels together. Her eyes remained steadily on his face. You could use a robe, too.
He shook his head at her modesty but obligingly fashioned another robe, one far larger and longer, just to please her. He could that see she relaxed once his body was covered. He had to turn away from her to hide his smile. Jaxon was pacing back and forth across the floor, unable to be still with all the adrenaline pumping through her. “Tell me what we’re going to do, Lucian. How do we stop this monster from killing everyone I care about?”
“We have two choices,” he said softly, his voice forever tranquil, helping to calm the overload of nervous energy coursing through her veins. “We can stay here and attempt to draw out the vampire. It will not be easy. He is old and knows who I am. He will send his ghouls and other dark creatures to fight us before he shows himself. And he will expose himself only if he believes the advantages are his and very great.”
Jaxon shoved a hand through her wet hair, found her hand was trembling, and hastily placed it behind her back. Twisting her fingers tightly together, she did her best to look composed. “And the other choice?”
“We can leave this city. Go far away and hope our enemies follow us, drawing them away from your innocent friends. I believe Tyler Drake will come after us. It is possible the vampire will, also. There are very few human women like you. He will not want to wait to try to find another. It is possible he was already on your trail when I found you and believes I have unfairly taken you from him. If that is the case, he will follow us.”
“If he doesn’t, we leave everyone unprotected.” Jaxon sounded forlorn. “I don’t understand, Lucian. What is in me that attracts such monsters to me?” She turned to look at him, unaware of the raw pain in the depths of her eyes.
Lucian met her gaze squarely, steadily. He was a monster. A dark monster that had lived for more centuries than even most of his kind. He had committed crimes, was responsible for countless deaths. He had searched the world over for her, he would never allow her to escape him, never give her up, never let any other take her from him. What was the difference between him and the others who so desperately wanted her? Is that how she saw him? As a monster?
Jaxon threw her arms around him and held him close to her. “You are not a monster, Lucian. You are kind and honorable and a good man. Don’t even put yourself in the same category with someone like Tyler Drake or that evil thing you call a vampire.”
He bent his head over her, holding her tightly to him. She didn’t know him as well as she thought she did. He held so much power, he had been named monster many times over the centuries. Jaxon had read his mind. It amazed him that she had done so and not even noticed. She made him believe his soul was not damned for all eternity, that his deeds would be judged with compassion. She made him believe in miracles.
He whispered to her that he loved her, using the ancient language. He whispered to her in his mind, unable to say the words aloud and have her turn away from him. His hands moved through her hair possessively. “I have learned the meaning of the word fear, angel. It was no easy lesson and one I do not ever wish to repeat, but is has given me a small glimpse of the hell you have endured in your young life. Choose, Jaxon. Do we leave a trail for the vampire to follow? Lure him away from your friends? Or do we stay and fight here?”