“Francesca?” Skyler sounded tired and forlorn. “I want to go home with you. When can I get out of here? Everything scares me, even Dr. Brice, and I know he means well. I just can’t stand to be around him anymore. He doesn’t feel the same.”
Skyler was very sensitive to the emotions of others. All around her, the plots were thickening. Francesca had to get Brice to agree to allow the child to go home with her. She would have to face him and use the power of her voice if necessary. They could better protect her if she was in their home.
“I think you’re right, honey. I’ll track down the good doctor and get his permission to allow you to leave. You’ll like the house. It’s big and roomy and filled with all kinds of books and treasures.”
“I’ve seen stained glass in churches before. Is that what you do?”
“Most of the time I create pieces for private homes. Sometimes I’m asked to do windows for a church or cathedral. I mostly like to do residences. I want to know all about the people and get a feel for who they are and what they need. I try to incorporate feelings of safety and comfort into the patterns.” Francesca shrugged casually. “Sometimes I’m successful.”
“Can you teach me how to do it?” There was interest in her voice. Real interest. “I drew pictures of wolves one time. They’re so beautiful. I used to read everything I could find on them. That’s why I love my blue-eyed wolf. I always wanted to study them, but I know it won’t ever happen. Not here anyway. But maybe I could do a picture in stained glass.”
“You can do anything you want, Skyler, anything at all. If you wish to study animal behavior, I am behind you one hundred percent. And I know you can make stained glass. I would love to work with you. Rest now while I go to find Brice.” She patted the wolf gently and bent to kiss the girl’s head before leaving.
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Chapter Twelve
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Francesca bit her lip as she quietly closed the door to Skyler’s room. The reporter was waiting as she had known he would be. She had heard his footfalls, the sound of his pacing. She read his determination to confront her even as she was speaking to Skyler. It was okay, it was what she wanted, too. She needed information and he was conveniently outside the door. She wouldn’t have to go looking for him.
The man spun around with a determined look on his face. “I need to talk to you.”
Francesca’s smile was mysterious and inviting. “What can I do for you?”
His eyes were devouring her, roaming freely over her body. There was something about her that made him a little crazy. The way she looked, the sway of her hips, the sultry smile. He had never seen a woman who moved him in quite the way she did. He liked women, in their place, but he had always bought the right to their bodies and kept it strictly business. No fuss, no emotional entanglement. This woman was very different from the average woman. There was something mysterious and sexy about her. He could stare into her eyes forever, listen to the sound of her voice for eternity. All at once his suspicions seemed totally ridiculous. This was no vampire preying on the human race. She was a woman of extraordinary talents and he wanted to protect her from those who sought her for study.
Francesca could feel Gabriel’s power flowing through her when she looked into the reporter’s eyes. It was not the same as hers, but far more aggressive. Gabriel would make sure this man would never harm her, would in fact die to save her. He did it easily as he did all things, the commands flowing through her mind into the reporter’s. She had no idea how Gabriel could do the things he did. He was helping her at the same time as he hunted the undead and watched for traps along the way. He seemed capable of operating on more than one level at a time. Even when the stakes were as high as his own life.