Bones laughed, savage and exultant. "You'll drain me dry, but not my neck, and you'll beg me to stop before I'm finished," he promised before abandoning himself to the battle.
Chapter Thirty-Three
WAKE UP, LUV. IT'S NEARLY NOON."
My lashes fluttered open to meet a pair of dark brown eyes. Bones sat on the bed. Or the remains of it.
Lucidity returned with a vengeance. He laughed at the color that immediately scalded my face.
"And there is my payment, the rubies in your cheeks. Are you properly scandalized by your wicked behavior? If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to. Do you remember making me swear to repeat all those naughty actions again, no matter what you said this morning?"
Now that he brought it up, I did recall saying that. Great. Betrayed by my own immorality.
"God, Bones...some of that was depraved."
"I'll take that as a compliment." He closed the distance between us. "I love you. Don't be ashamed of anything we did, even if your prudery is on life support."
I studied his neck where I'd bitten him. There were no marks, of course, and none on my own throat. With all the blood I'd drunk from him, I'd probably heal as fast as he did for the next few days.
"I'll never look at your fangs the same way after last night. A part of me wants to apologize for holding you back before, and the other part wants you to apologize to me because you knew better!"
He laughed again. "I still have more to show you, trust me, but there isn't time now. We're behind schedule as it is since I let you sleep."
I threw the covers off me and headed to the bathroom. Behind schedule or not, I was taking a shower. Bones was already washed and dressed. His hair was still slightly damp.
"There's something you should know," he called after me. "Tate's here. He spent the night."
The shampoo squirted across the wall instead of in my hand. For the first time, I noticed the heartbeat downstairs. "Why?"
There was tempered deliberation in Bones's words as he entered the bathroom. "He convinced Rodney to drop the others off and bring him back here, out of misguided concern for you. When he arrived, you and I were well occupied. Annette invited him to stay and entertain her. He accepted."
The shower rod came off when I yanked the curtain back too hard to look at him. Bones caught it and hung it back without comment.
"Tate and Annette? Not playing poker, were they?"
"No, why, are you jealous?" he bluntly asked.
"No, are you?"
"Not at all. Just annoyed at her spite toward you, but that's been dealt with."
"Tate called me a necrophiliac once." There was an edge to my voice. "I'll have to return the compliment."
"You just did. He's listening, I can feel it."
Was he? Nosy prick. He knew I didn't like Annette. She wasn't the only one being spiteful. Another thought registered. "You knew last night, didn't you?"
Bones inclined his head in acknowledgment. "You can forget asking me why I didn't tell you. Not for worlds would I have interrupted us, and if he chose to stay, that was his prerogative. Never fear-I forgot about him at once, because you demanded all my attention."
As I lathered my hair, I decided I wasn't upset at Bones. After all, it was pretty damn difficult to even shower and not throw him back on the bed. My modesty might still be outraged, but the rest of me wasn't.
Bones inhaled, his eyes glinting as he caught my scent. "I'm going downstairs. I can't be so close to you without wanting you, and there's no time."
He left in a swish of motion, making me smile as I resumed washing.
Four heads swiveled in my direction when I came down. The kitchen table was full. Since most of the chairs were broken from yesterday, we were short a seat. Bones pulled me onto his lap without pausing in his conversation with Rodney, tapping the plate of food in front of him.
"Eat something. Can't have you getting faint because you keep skipping meals."
"I'm amazed she can even walk," Tate griped without looking up. "You must have given her a gallon of blood after what I heard last night."
"Is that any concern of yours?" Bones coolly inquired, tightening his grip when I would have risen to smack Tate. "At work you have your seniority, Kitten, but he's on personal ground now, so those rules don't apply."
"I'd keep a lid on it if I were you, Tate," I warned. "Nice to see you walking without a limp, too, or are you? You're seated so I can't tell."
Tate didn't back down. "You're the one who said once you go dead, no one's better in bed. Thought I'd see if you were right."
Rodney laughed. "You said that, Cat?"
Bones gave me a sideways smirk. "Happy to represent my kind," he assured me.
I glared at Tate, but then my mouth twitched. His did, too, and he grunted once in bemusement. "Christ, Cat, can you imagine Dave looking down on us now? He probably doesn't believe his eyes. Breakfast with a table of vampires."
Tears clouded my eyes at the mention of Dave. Tate glanced away in embarrassment at the sudden moisture in his own gaze.
"Wish we would have had you with us that day, deadhead," Tate said gruffly to Bones. "At least you could have probably saved him with that turbo blood of yours. Cat couldn't get enough in him, even when she squeezed the other vamp like a sponge. If you can keep that from happening again, maybe it's worth having you on the team. Even though I can't stand you."
Instead of being offended, Bones tapped his chin thoughtfully. He exchanged a glance with Rodney, and then turned me around more fully in his lap.
"Kitten, you didn't tell me you poured vampire blood on your friend as he died. Did he swallow any of it?"
"Juan made him swallow a little, but God, Bones, Dave had been missing almost half his throat. He bled to death before it could heal all the way."
"Tricky," Rodney stated.
I shot him a look. "A lot more than tricky. He was a friend."
The ghoul started to open his mouth when Bones cut him off.
"Not now, mate. Kitten, the timetable's been moved up. While you were sleeping, Ian called me and said he'd gotten information on your location. We knew it was only a matter of time, though I would have preferred another week or two to get everything in place. No matter, the die is cast. I told Ian I'd found you myself just last night, and that I'd have hostages for him later today. Ian was overjoyed, and he's assembling a welcoming party. Bloody bloke always did like things flashy."
I stiffened. "Okay, well, then we do this tonight. I'll tell Don, we'll get the rest of the guys assembled, and...we'll settle things."
"Actually, luv, there are a few problems. Ian wasn't satisfied when I told him I had three of your men as collateral. He wants more, and he's dispatched someone to get it."
A chill ran up my spine. "What's more?"
"Noah," Tate bluntly supplied. "And that's not even the punch line."
"Do you mind?" Bones glared at Tate before continuing. "Your rash bloke is correct, Kitten, and that's the second problem. Ian figures he'll kill one of your men in front of you, both as incentive for you to heed his demands, and as payback for you slaying his butler Magnus. Ian intends to save Noah for the coup de grace, however, because whoever gave him information about you didn't know you'd broken up with Noah. Furthermore, he sent your father, Max, to get Noah, since apparently Max offered to do it."
I shoved the plate away and vaulted off his lap. "Don's watching Noah's place, right? We'll catch Max, that piece of shit, and I'll kill him. It'll make my whole existence."
Bones shook his head. "We can't, luv. If we do that, Ian will know we're playing him false. How else would you have a team of vampire killers there at the ready? We'll lose our advantage of surprise, and I'm not endangering you that way. Why do you think Max offered to go? He's probably intending to set Noah up as his own blackmail and then kill you on sight! Ian doesn't know that, but we do. Don't fret; I'm sending Rodney to ensure Noah's safety. He'll grab him first and beat Max to it. Ian's not going to kill Noah-he thinks he's too valuable. Max, on the other hand, would do just that to enrage you into coming after him."
"You go," I said at once. "Rodney, it's nothing against you, but if something goes wrong...if Max shows up sooner than you expect, I want someone there who'll scare my father into not pulling any tricks. That's you, Bones. You're not just an old vampire with a badass hit man reputation, you're higher up in Ian's line and Max knows it. He wouldn't dare try shit with you around, and without you, I have visions of Noah's tombstone dancing in my head."
"No," Bones said inflexibly. "I'm going to be with you, helping to capture Ian's guards. Annette can accompany Rodney to get Noah, if you're concerned about Max."
"Please," I scoffed. "Like Annette would care if things went wrong with Noah. It would hardly break her heart if Noah died, or yours, for that matter, but it means something to me!"
It was a low thing to say, but still true. Bones lifted a shoulder in admission.
"Left to myself, I couldn't give a rot if Noah dies. I won't deny that. But you'd suffer for it, and that I do bother about."
"I'll take Annette." The words flew out without much forethought. "She can come with me as backup to help with Ian's guards, then you can be with Rodney to get Noah."
Bones gave me a look like I'd gone crazy, which wasn't a far trip for me. "You think I'd let you attack a group of vampires-a group you're not even intending to kill, which as we all know makes it bloody harder-while I'm off securing your pet vet?"
His scathing delivery on those last two words made me even more determined to ensure Noah's protection. Rodney would know Bones wouldn't really be upset if anything happened to Noah. Annette would know it, too. But if Bones went himself...then he'd feel honor-bound to make sure Noah was kept safe. No matter how much he didn't like him.
"Actually, it would work better this way," I said, improvising. "We can assume two things: one, the guards won't know who I am at first, thanks to my brown hair, and two, once they do realize who I am, they'll try not to kill me. Ian would be pissed at being denied his prize, right? They'd know that. I'm safer with them than anyone else."
"It may indeed work better, Crispin," Annette offered. "They'd be less likely to suspect an ambush if they thought we were there for their...entertainment."
Bones didn't respond for a long moment, then he turned to Annette and smiled coldly at her.
"After yesterday, I have cause to wonder if you're offering with ulterior motives, so let me tell you what will happen if any harm comes to her. I'll cut you off from my line." Bones took a knife out of his pocket and sliced it across his palm, his eyes never leaving Annette's. "On my blood, I swear I'll cut you off. And then I'll offer a standing reward to anyone who makes your life an unbearable hell, do you understand me?"
Annette actually gulped. I couldn't help but wince in empathy for her. What Bones had just promised her was worse than a death sentence. Annette would be open game for anyone undead and uncaring, and she wasn't strong enough to protect herself. Throw in some cash prizes to any interested Dead Depraved, and she'd be truly screwed.
Bones arched a brow at me. "Now you can have Annette accompany you, and I'll go after Noah."
Poor Noah. The only reason he was involved in this to begin with was that he'd had the misfortune to date me. In fact, out of everyone, I was the only truly safe one in this whole messed-up scenario. Annette would protect me with her whole afterlife now, and Ian's men would probably risk getting killed themselves rather than hurt their sire's coveted new toy. That left Bones at risk trying to keep Noah safe, not to mention if Annette and I couldn't beat Ian's men, my three guys were in the most danger of all. Ian had said he'd kill one of them, for revenge and to prove a point. Tonight would decide everything, and suddenly I couldn't bear to just gamble that we'd be all strong enough or smart enough to pull it off. What if we weren't? Why should any of them have to risk dying to save me? After all, there was another way out. It only required my sacrifice, and I made the decision in a split second.
"Bones." I came over and grasped his hand. "None of this has to happen at all. Ian only wants me because being a half-breed makes me rare, but if I'm a full-blown vampire, then I'm nothing special. So do it. Change me over. Make me a vampire."
The howl of protest I expected from Tate, but the most emphatic refusal came much softer.
"No."
I blinked in surprised anger. "Come on, dammit, do it! Or was Annette right? Does my body temperature mean that much to you?"
Cheap shot number two. Bones tightened his grip when I tried to tug free.
"You're not leaping before you look on this one. Balls before brains won't do it." His refusal finally penetrated the rampage by Tate, who shut up and stared at Bones with disbelief. "You don't want this, luv," Bones continued. "You think you have no choice, but I've told you time and again, there is always another way. If you truly desired me to change you, then I would. You know that. But not like this. There's no going back from this decision, and then even the most poignant regret is wasted."