Kismet Knight, Vampire Psychologist 3 - Dark Harvest (6 page)

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close for a deep, wet kiss. In the midst of appreciating the little lust fires breaking out all over my body, I
heard
a husky voice in my mind.

“Dr. Knight. I had no idea you were so … passionate. What a conquest you will make.”

I froze in mid-writhe, reeled in the tongue I’d been exploring Devereux’s tonsils with, and thought
Hallow?

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Devereux jerked up and stared at me, a horrified expression on his face.

“Why is Lyren Hallow in your mind? How do you know the Slayer? What conquest?”

Feeling slightly disoriented, I mumbled, “Oh, yeah. I meant to tell you. A day-walking vampire named Lyren Hallow called the radio program I was on this morning and said he’d come to kill someone I know. He said he’d heard of me, and …”

Devereux vanished.

“… Wanted to meet me. Hey! What the hell?”

I rolled out of the bed and circled, walking from one side to the other, lifting the corners of the bedding to look underneath. Of course, that was stupid. I knew Devereux wouldn’t be there, but I couldn’t stop myself from searching. I had to do something. After a few seconds, I stood naked in the center of the room, hands on my hips, scowling.

He’d done lots of popping in and out since I’d known him, but he’d never simply vanished when I was in the middle of a sentence. How rude! Yeah, as if vampires worried about impressing Miss Manners.

His clothes were still on the floor where he’d left them, which meant—wherever he was—he was nude.

I chuckled out loud thinking about him showing up somewhere in the altogether. But he must have been very upset about Lyren Hallow to suddenly blink out like that. I’d never seen him have such a strong reaction to another vampire.

The sensual voice in my head a few moments ago had caused the same fuzzy reaction as during the radio program. His tone had an oddly soothing effect. It was only after the fact that I felt creeped out by my uninvited visitor. While he was slithering around inside my brain, I didn’t seem to be in any hurry to show him the door. What did it mean that yet another vampire could invade my mind anytime he wished? And what
did
he mean by “conquest”?

“He meant exactly what he said.”

Devereux popped into the room a few inches in front of me. He collected his clothes and began dressing. “You should have told me immediately that you were contacted by that madman. I would have taken steps earlier to protect you. I have been so distracted by having to mediate a feud between two vampire covens that I did not realize Hallow had arrived during my absence. I am certain he planned it that way. But that cannot be helped, and I have made arrangements for you to move into my penthouse.

We will go to your townhouse first to gather clothing and supplies. You may return to your home when Hallow has been dealt with.”

He bent down and retrieved my dress from the floor. “Here. Put this on while I find your shoes.”

Fetch. Heel. Roll over. Play dead.

I took the dress, stomped over to the edge of the bed, and sat. He was doing it again. Proclaiming another crisis I needed to be protected from, exactly like the two thousand previous dramas. Without giving me any pertinent details, he’d just assumed he knew more about what was best for me than I did. I watched him pick up my shoes and walk toward me.

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He stopped in front of me and frowned. “Kismet. You are not dressed. What are you waiting for?”

My voice rose in pitch and intensity. “I’m waiting for the courtesy of some answers. What was it you were saying earlier about not wanting to bully me? What do you call this?”

He made a dismissive gesture with his hand, an arrogant expression on his perfect face. “We have no time for this now. It is important that you be somewhere safe. Somewhere I can watch over you.”

Imprison me, you mean. If I’m not careful, you’ll stick me in one of those old dungeons underneath The Crypt. For my own good, of course. No way do you get to flick me off so easily.

“Well, make time, your majesty, because I’m not going anywhere,” I said very slowly, struggling to hold back a sudden tidal wave of anger. When had I lost control of my life? I’d obviously been too accommodating. “Who is Lyren Hallow, and why is he such a big deal? You called him the Slayer. What did you mean by that?”

Okay, Kismet. Get a grip. What’s happening to me? Why am I overreacting?

He glared at me, his own anger spiking. “You need to stop being unreasonable. I will tell you everything as soon as we are in my penthouse where there are magical protections in addition to vampire security.

This is no time for you to misbehave.”

My jaw fell. “Excuse me? Misbehave? You’re treating me like a naughty child again. Being older than dirt doesn’t give you the right to be condescending.”

Red alert, Kismet. Time to calm down. I don’t understand why I’m getting so upset. It almost feels beyond my control.

He opened his mouth to say something, obviously changed his mind, and sighed impatiently. “Please. Put on your dress and shoes. I do not wish to transport you nude, but I will if necessary.”

Okay. He’s still bossy, but at least he didn’t just zap us out of the room whether I liked it or not. Is that progress?

I simmered, studying him for a moment, trying to figure out why he was so spooked. It would have been easy for me to launch into the next verse of our familiar song about his domineering attitude, but the stern expression on his face and his taut body language made it clear I wasn’t going to win this one. I had the uncomfortable feeling that my relationship with Devereux wasn’t so different from the situations I discussed with the clients at my volunteer shift at the Battered Women’s Shelter. Maybe their mates weren’t nightwalkers, but the power imbalance felt the same.

“Okay,” I said, sliding my dress over my head. “I’ll let you take me to my townhouse, since that was my destination anyway, but when we get there, we’re going to talk.”

He gave a quick nod, then without waiting for me to put my shoes on, he wrapped his arm around my waist and we rode the vampire express.

We materialized in my living room and I swayed gently when he let go. It usually took me a moment to feel steady on my legs. The experience reminded me of roller-skating when I was a kid. After wearing the skates for so many hours, navigating flat surfaces felt weird. My depth perception was out of whack,
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and I felt dizzy. That’s what it was like to travel through thought.

I padded over to the couch and flopped into the cushions.

Devereux followed me, hands on his hips. He cocked his head and gave me an annoyed glare. “What are you doing? We must return to my penthouse. You should gather your clothing.”

I pasted on my best bland expression and spoke conversationally. “I told you. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on. Why does this Hallow upset you? Who is he? You might as well sit down and tell me, because nothing else is going to happen until you do.”

He scorched me with his gaze for a few seconds, then raised one perfect eyebrow. He sighed theatrically, and sat next to me.

Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks.

“Dog?”

“Never mind.” I imitated the dismissive gesture he’d used earlier. “Tell me about Hallow.”

He held up his hand, palm toward me, his voice cold. “You must stop saying his name. In the magical world, speaking someone’s name is an invitation. It is especially important for you not to, since he has already accessed your thoughts and influenced your behavior. You must discipline yourself to avoid even thinking it.”

“But why?” I asked, genuinely perplexed. Wouldn’t I know if someone had influenced my behavior?

“Were you aware of my influence on you when we first met?” he answered, in response to my unvoiced question. “Did you realize that your heightened interest in sex and your increased awareness of men in general were caused by dormant desires I had awakened in you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“At the time, you said you found yourself attracted to several men. In fact, you judged yourself harshly because of it.”

“Are you saying you did something to me? You caused my reactions?” My fists clenched.

“Yes.” He nodded. “But not intentionally. I simply enhanced your … repressed … sexuality.”

I
had
thought it was odd that I attracted so much male attention back then. How irritating that he hadn’t told me.

“You could’ve said something, you know, instead of letting me beat myself up about it.”

“Yes.” He shrugged. “I suppose I should have, but there never seemed to be an appropriate moment.”

“Never an appropriate moment? But you have plenty of time to warn me about this Hallow guy?”

Devereux closed his eyes for a few seconds, probably mentally counting to ten, or whatever vampires did to calm themselves, then he refocused on mine. “This individual is the oldest vampire on the planet.

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So old that I cannot even imagine the mind of such a creature. Something seems to happen when one lives so extraordinarily long. A change occurs. Time itself begins to distort the brain cells, causing a stronger reliance on the old brain—the primitive mechanisms.

“Humans are predators, of course, and vampires even more so. In this ancient’s case, the predatory instinct has been heightened beyond all known limits. The thinking part of his brain continues to evolve and expand, but it is governed by a dark, evil nature. He is, in essence, a perfect killing machine. As the centuries wore on, he became more violently sadistic. It no longer satisfies him to merely destroy his human food. He now requires ever-greater stimulus, so he has turned to killing his own kind. He takes great pleasure in torture and misery. He has a stable of female slaves to serve his needs, which he adds to frequently.”

He paused briefly before speaking, his eyes blazing murderously. “I believe he plans to add you.”

My mouth fell open and goose bumps crawled up my arms. I hugged myself to ward off the psychic chill. “Add me? Why would you think that? Hal … that guy hasn’t even seen me. What possible reason could he have for wanting me? Is it because of you?”

“Perhaps partially. You must not underestimate your notoriety in the vampire world. You are well known. It is possible that he is simply curious about you. Taking you from me would be icing on the cake, as they say. He would see you as a toy, a temporary distraction. Of course, by the time he had finished with you, there would not be much of
you
left.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my mouth dry, afraid I already knew more than I wanted to.

“I have seen the empty shells of the women Hallow leaves in his wake.” Devereux jumped up and paced, his hands clasped behind his back. “Their minds are useless and their bodies wasted. They have described their captivity in ways that sound like human heroin addiction: pleasure beyond belief followed by an aching need that never ends. Apparently, he can create such ecstasy in the women that they would rather die than leave him. Inevitably, their bodies begin to deteriorate as he depletes their life force and thrusts them into madness.” He returned to the couch, expression solemn. “That is why I became so upset when you said he had contacted you.” He tipped his head in a slow bow. “I apologize if I resorted to caveman tactics.”

I patted his hand and gazed into his sincere eyes. “Apology accepted. So, let’s say the energy sucker does intend to add me to his harem. Are you seriously suggesting that I hide out in your penthouse indefinitely? That I never leave the building?” I spoke with a playful tone, because it was simply beyond the realm of possibility that Devereux would propose something so ludicrous.

“Yes.” He nodded, eagerly. “That is the only way for you to remain safe. Your office is merely an elevator ride away, so there is no real reason for you to go anywhere else. I do not wish to curtail your freedom, but it is necessary. I must insist that you follow my guidance.”

And, here we go again …

“You must insist?” I fisted my hands in my lap and scowled. “So, you’re only willing to restrain your chest-beating instincts when it suits you? You really don’t see me as an individual, do you? Someone with her own goals and needs and desires? No. You only see me as some fated extension of yourself. What about all the other times you forced me to rearrange my life and my work because you thought I was in danger? Nothing bad ever happened. Why should I listen now? How do I know this isn’t just another excuse for you to stroke your ego? Do you know for a
fact
that he’s interested in me? Nope. Sorry. I
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won’t allow anyone to make decisions for me.”

Whoa. What’s up with my short fuse today? It’s true that he’s being his usual bossy self, but since when can’t I handle it? What’s wrong with me? My anger is way over the top. Breathe, Kismet. Just breathe.

I leapt up from the couch and wandered aimlessly around the room. He followed me, grabbed my upper arms, and gave me a shot of vampire voodoo with his eyeballs.

“I am willing for you to be angry with me if it means you will remain unharmed. We can return for your things later. I am taking you to safety now.”

His gaze had produced the usual hazy, entranced feeling, but I could still feel the edge of my anger underneath the fuzz. In fact, my anger felt pretty good.

But why am I angry? My head feels funny.

He slid his arm around my waist, and I twisted away, pulling him off balance. The shock on his face was almost comical. The master simply wasn’t used to disobedience.

Stress is an amazing thing. All that adrenaline pumping and cortisol surging.

He reached for me again, and I pivoted, shoving him with my hip. He growled and lunged. We performed a sweaty little grapple for a few frantic seconds, he trying to hold onto me without hurting me, while I struggled to get away. I don’t know how we remained on our feet. At one point we each had handfuls of the other’s hair. Lots of snorting and grunting ensued.

“Ahem.” Luna, Devereux’s hostile, femme fatale assistant stood a couple of feet away, sneering. She had a habit of showing up uninvited and unannounced.

“Forgive me for interrupting your disgusting little mating ritual, but the master is needed. The truce between the covens has been breached, and they’re at each other’s throats again. If you don’t mind, I’ll just go and stake myself now, which is the only way I’ll be able to rid myself of the grotesque scene I just witnessed, since it’s burned into my brain.”