He flinched at the name he had used as a mercenary and assassin. Giovanni had chosen a different name for a reason.
“Please,” he offered a stiff smile, “call me Giovanni.”
Baojia nodded with respect before his eyes flicked to the room where Beatrice had gone to rest.
“So, you are here to guard my woman?”
He smiled again. “Does she like it when you call her that?”
Beatrice didn’t like it in conversation, but he knew without a doubt she liked it in other, more intimate, moments. “She prefers it.”
“That surprises me.”
“Do you think you know her?”
“She’s an interesting human,” Baojia said, avoiding the question.
“She is.” Giovanni paused. “And to what lengths will you go to protect my woman, Baojia? What did Ernesto ask of you?”
“That is between my father and me.”
Giovanni cocked his head. “Is that so?” He looked between Baojia and the door Beatrice had walked through. “He told you to turn her if she is in danger, didn’t he? Ernesto told you to sire her if her human life is at risk.”
A shadow flickered in his black eyes, and Giovanni leaned forward. It was the truth, but Baojia was not pleased by the command from his sire.
“I was instructed to protect her by whatever means necessary.”
Giovanni gave a rueful smile. “Not particularly pleased by that, are you?” He wasn’t either, which was one of the reasons he was so eager to join Tenzin. The reassurance of Beatrice having the protection of another immortal—one he trusted implicitly—was vital to him.
“I have no desire for children,” Baojia said.
Particularly not a human you are interested in.
Giovanni decided he was tired of parrying with the vampire, so he stood up and stretched his tall frame. “I’m going to retire for the day. I hope you’re comfortable on the couch.”
“I am perfectly comfortable, thank you.”
Giovanni grunted and walked to the bedroom door, opening it, then locking it behind him with the multiple deadbolts, safety latches, and bars he used to secure the room. He turned to see Beatrice watching him with a sleepy smile.
“You’re in a mood tonight.”
He shrugged. “I don’t trust him.”
“I think he’s fine.” She yawned, reaching across the bed toward him. He stripped off his clothes and climbed in next to her. Tugging her arm, he pulled her on top of him and began kissing along her neck. Beatrice continued, “As interested in me as Ernesto is, I hardly think he’d send anyone to guard me that wasn’t trustworthy.”
He tugged at the small shorts and tank top she had put on to sleep. Her habit of dressing for bed annoyed him. Sleep clothing was an unnecessary layer, in his opinion, and highly uncomfortable against his skin.
“I’m going to donate all your night clothes to charity,” he murmured against her neck as his hands slipped under her shorts, sliding them down her hips.
“And you know how much Ernesto is scared of you and Tenzin, so I hardly think—”
“Beatrice?”
“Hmm?”
He rolled them over and pressed his hips into hers, smiling when the sigh left her throat.
“I don’t want to talk about your grandfather.”
His gaze traveled from her dark eyes, across her pale skin, and down the slim column of her neck before his mouth followed.
“Okay,” she breathed out.
“I don’t want to talk.” His mouth moved down her body, and he enjoyed the rush of energy that followed his lips and hands as he explored her skin. “At all.”
“Okay.” Her voice was higher pitched, and he smiled in satisfaction as he nipped at the inside of her thigh.
She may not have kept quiet, but he decided he didn’t mind after all.
Giovanni woke the next evening to see her smiling at him.
“You think you’re so sneaky.”
“Hmm?” He rubbed at his eyes.
“I don’t think you wanted me to be quiet at all, Mr. Possessive.”
He grunted and blinked as she propped her head on his chest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She gave an adorable snort. “I should be pissed off, but—”
“We’re going to a place with far thinner walls and far more vampires, so I suggest you get over any unnecessary modesty,” he said as he ran a hand along her back.
She rolled her eyes at him, and he grinned at the gesture. The previous months had been the happiest in his memory. The move to Los Angeles had gone smoothly for the whole family, and he was satisfied with the security he had arranged for Ben, Caspar and Isadora while they were gone. Matt Kirby and Desiree Riley were aware of the situation, and Ernesto Alvarez had arranged his own security for Beatrice’s grandmother, who had charmed him, to no one’s surprise.
His family was as protected as it could be, and Beatrice was with him. Despite the danger and uncertainty he knew they were facing, Giovanni was content.
“I love you,” he said quietly as he ran his fingers over her skin, causing her to shiver.
She sighed and laid her cheek on his chest. “I love you, too.”
He knew the plane had landed, but he delayed leaving the safe cocoon of their cabin, knowing that an uncertain reality would face them as soon as they unlocked the door. They weren’t meeting the boat to the island until midnight. Her fingers played along his chest, waking him and arousing his hunger. As if she could sense his fangs descending, she moved up his body, tilting her head to the side.