Gregori lifted an eyebrow, his face an unreadable mask, the pale eyes glittering with more than menace. White teeth flashed, a baring Of fangs.
“Maybe not,” Gary conceded. “Not the best idea after all.”
Savannah was up and moving with her sensuous grace to fit herself beneath Gregori’s shoulder. She looked impossibly small next to the big Carpathian, delicate, fragile even. It wasn’t so much Gregori’s height but the rippling muscles, the thickness of his arms and chest, and the power emanating from him. Her face was turned up toward his, her soft mouth curved with laughter, in no way intimidated by him.
Gregori’s arm swept around her and crushed her to him, nearly enveloping her completely. “She thinks I am going to take her on this ridiculous vampire hunt.”
“She’s right, too, isn’t she?” Gary grinned at him.
“Unfortunately,” Gregori admitted. “Do you have enough food until tomorrow night? We will have a plan of action by then.” He dropped several large bills on the nightstand, hiding his actions from Gary as he did so.
“What plan of action? What can be done? We can’t fight the whole society.”
“I was thinking we could use you as bait and draw them into a trap,” Gregori said, straight-faced.
Gary’s eyes widened in alarm. “I’m not sure I like that plan. Sounds a little risky to me.” He looked at Savannah for support.
Gregori shrugged his broad shoulders in a casual shrug. “I do not see a risk.”
Savannah’s small clenched fist thumped his stomach in retaliation. Gregori glanced down at her with surprise. “Is this when I am supposed to say ouch?”
Savannah and Gary exchanged a long, mournful groan. “Why did I want him to have a sense of humor?” she wondered.
Gary shook his head. “Don’t be asking me. You created the monster.”
“I know I would be unable to stand the press of human bodies in Preservation Hall,” Gregori said suddenly, “but perhaps we could listen to the music from the street. It would get you out of here for a few hours and, with the severity of the storm, hopefully the tourists will have stayed inside.”
Gary leapt at the chance to get out of his room. “Let’s do it.”
Savannah held back, her hand tightening on Gregori’s arm. “Is it safe for him?”
Enfante, I cannot believe you would doubt my ability to protect you and the mortal.
The mortal? He has a name. He is easily killed, where we are not.
The silver eyes roamed over her face. His hand came up to caress her cheek, his thumb feathering gently back and forth. “I would not allow Gary to be in any real danger. He cannot live his life in hiding.”
I should have protected Peter. He would be alive right now if it wasn’t for me. Savannah’s voice was husky with grief, the unshed tears clinging to his mind.
I alone am to blame for Peter’s death, ma petite. It was my responsibility to detect the vampire’s presence. I had not felt any emotion in so long, so many centuries, and when I went into your show and saw you, colors nearly blinded me. Feelings overwhelmed me. I was sorting them out and trying to get my self under control. In all the centuries of my existence, it was the only time I have failed to detect the presence of the undead. Peter’s death is something I must live with.
He felt her instant denial of his assessment of the situation, the quick spring to his defense. And it warmed him as nothing else ever could.
As they moved out of the rooming house and through the rain-wet streets, mingling with the unexpected crowds, he thought about the way she made him feel. He was always in control—it was necessary for one of his power and predatory nature—yet she could make him feel as if he was spinning into orbit.
Gregori glanced down at the top of her silky head and allowed the emotion to wash over him, through him. Just watching her brought him a measure of peace and a flood of warmth. He found he could enjoy the upbeat music, even the craziness of the tourists laughing and crushing close in the streets and on the sidewalks. Merged with her, he could feel what she was feeling—carefree, her sense of humor, the quick interest she had in everything and everyone around her. She spoke to people easily, held them in the palm of her hand with the same ease she held him so captivated.