I know you’re not even thinking that. Savannah’s outraged whisper was velvet-soft in his mind.
He sighed heavily. Woman, leave me in peace. I have to do what is best for our people. But he knew he wouldn’t. He knew he could not let Gary die. There was something he liked about the man’s courage and integrity, but, damn it, Savannah didn’t have to know he had any soft spots. He’d never had them until she came along.
Savannah’s laughter brushed along his spine like the touch of her fingers.
Gregori inserted his solid frame between the two men, shimmering in the air, wavering for a moment before materializing. There was instant silence. Even the third man managed to stop screaming, all of them frozen in place. Gregori smiled pleasantly, a show of gleaming white fangs.
“Good evening, gentleman. I heard you were looking for one of my kind. It might be in your best interest, Rodney, to put down the knife.” The suggestion was made in a black-velvet drawl.
Gary backed away from the newcomer, instinctively moving toward the stainless steel table. His hands were up in the age-old surrender sign. “Look, I don’t know who or what you are, but this girl had nothing to do with anything. Don’t hurt her. Do what you have to do to us, but get her an ambulance.”
Gregori kept his silver gaze focused on Rodney. The man was looking wild, the dark compulsion of the kill on him. Gregori could see so clearly; now so could Gary. Rodney needed to kill. It was as necessary to him as drawing in his next breath.
“Look out,” Gary warned as it occurred to him that the vampire, no matter how dangerous, had stepped between Rodney and himself to save him. He glanced over at the third man. It was clear that the vampire had saved him from Todd Davis also. Steeling himself, he moved around to get in a better position to help the creature.
“Do not,” Gregori hissed softly. He waved a hand, and Gary was unable to move, locked into some invisible prison. “Turn your head the other way.”
The flash in the room was bright, like a mushroom cloud of lightning. The sound cracked the walls on two sides of the structure, thundering in Gary’s ears so that for a moment he was deaf and blind. The house itself shook, rattling the windows like an explosion. When the smoke cleared, Rodney and Davis lay on the floor, lifeless.
Gary stared in horror at the two blackened bodies, then reached out a tentative hand to touch the invisible barricade that had somehow protected him. To his astonishment it was gone. Immediately he went to the girl. She was still breathing, but her pulse was shallow and thready. He tried in vain to undo the manacles locking her to the table.
“You are leaving fingerprints,” Gregori informed him softly. He stared at the wide steel bands for a moment, and they simply fell away from her wrists and ankles. “Go now, walk away from this place. I will meet you at the end of the block.” The silver eyes stared straight into Gary’s eyes. “Be there. I can find you any time I wish it.”
“She needs help.” The human was determined to stand his ground.
“A crowd gathers while you waste time. I can shield you from their eyes if you go now. Later, there will be too many. The girl will be fine. Do as I say.” Already Gregori was turning his attention to finding the damaging prints of the other man, removing all memory of him from the girl, and ensuring that those outside the house would not remember the short, slender man in the gray suit who went out the back way.
Gary Jansen made his way slowly through the people now rushing toward the house. No one even glanced at him, actually knocking into him without seeming to be aware of it. In the distance was the wail of sirens. Fire department. Police. Ambulance. He was shocked, his mind almost numb. Whatever creature had stepped in and saved his life had more power than he had ever conceived a being could have. His brain replayed every movement, every word. He couldn’t believe he had been allowed to simply walk away. The creature hadn’t even taken his blood. For that matter, he didn’t know if the creature drank blood. He got to the end of the block, and weakness hit him. His knees turned to rubber, his legs to jelly, and he had to sit abruptly on the curb.