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Authors: D. B. Reynolds

Duncan (5 page)

“Victor had a remarkable collection,” said a cool voice.

Emma jumped guiltily and spun around. She stared at Duncan, her mouth hanging open in shock, until she realized it and snapped her jaw shut hard enough that it hurt. The man standing there was Duncan, but it wasn’t him either. The t-shirt and jeans were gone, and didn’t he fill out a suit nicely? Maybe the ambassador required him to dress for visitors, even the uninvited ones.

She blinked, tilting her head curiously as his words caught up with her thoughts. “You said
had
a collection. Past tense. Did something happen to Ambassador Victor? Is that why your boss is here now?” Her heart began to race at the idea that something had happened to Victor. The party Lacey had gone to was one hosted by the vampire ambassador himself, or so Lacey had told Emma. It wasn’t the first time she’d gone to one of Victor’s parties, but this one was supposed to be something special, a long weekend at a house outside the city. Lacey had been so excited. She’d blown her share of the rent money on a new dress and shoes, knowing Emma would forgive her and cover the whole rent—as always.

And right now, Emma would happily pay the rent for the next five years if Lacey would just show up safe and sound.

“Emma?”

She blinked. “I’m sorry,” she told Duncan and shook her head to clear it. “Um, right. Past tense.
Did
something happen to the ambassador?”
Or to Lacey?

“Nothing unexpected, no,” Duncan assured her calmly. “But the book collection goes with the residence, so it’s not really his anyway.”

“Oh, of course. I guess that makes it your boss’s now, right?”

Duncan smiled, seeming genuinely happy with her conclusion, or maybe it was more like he was amused. She scowled as he turned gracefully and strolled over to the heavy, ornate desk. Miguel slipped into the room like a dark ghost, making no more noise than Duncan had. He’d changed clothes, too, and now took up a position behind Duncan’s left shoulder as Duncan sat behind the desk.

“Have a seat, Ms. Duquet,” Duncan said, “and tell me what brings you here.”

Emma looked up in surprise as she settled into the chair. “Wait, I thought I was meeting . . .”
Shit.
Emma barely managed to keep from swearing out loud as she realized what was going on.

Duncan, meanwhile, turned sideways to the desk, leaning back in the big leather chair and crossing his legs at the knee, one arm on the desk in front of him. He didn’t fidget like some people would have, didn’t tap so much as a single finger on the desk. He just watched her intently, as if curious to see how she would react.

“You’re the ambassador?” Emma croaked.

“We don’t actually refer to it as an ambassador, but, yes.”

“That means . . . You’re a vampire? But that’s impossible. I mean, how old
are
you?”

Miguel stiffened and gave her an outraged glare, but Duncan tsked softly and said, “That’s a very rude question in vampire culture, Ms. Duquet. You work in this city. At least I assume you do. Surely they’ve taught you to be more delicate than that when dealing with other cultures.”

Emma narrowed her eyes in irritation. He was right, of course. She did know better than to ask a question like that, but he’d shocked her right out of her cultural awareness classes. And he knew it. He was toying with her, and she didn’t like to be toyed with.

“Look, Duncan, or whatever your name really is—”

Miguel actually growled at that, but Duncan raised a hand to stop him. “It’s all right, Miguel. She meant no insult, did you, Ms. Duquet?”

Emma didn’t answer for a moment. She was too busy staring at Miguel. She’d never heard a man actually growl before. A real, teeth-bared, saliva-dripping, I’m-going-to-rip-your-throat-out growl. Wow.

“Ms. Duquet?”

“Yes! I mean, no, I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m . . . I’m usually better than this.”

“But you’re worried about something. Something that brought you to see us, even though you’ve never been here before. Something important enough that you snuck through the gate and into our house without invitation.”

“The gate was open,” she protested.

“The gate was blocked by a truck actively engaged in loading trash,” Duncan corrected gently. “Obviously, it was not
supposed
to be open.”

Okay, so he had her there. “You’re right,” she conceded. “I’m sorry.
Again
.”

Duncan laughed softly, his warm brown eyes dancing. He sure didn’t look like a vampire. Miguel she could buy. He’d
growled
for God’s sake. Duncan looked like a blue blood Harvard business graduate with an expensive tailor and enough rebellion in his soul to let his hair grow long. But maybe that was the point. What better face to put on the vampire culture than someone who looked like the corporate executive next door?

“Your problem?”Duncan prompted her.

Emma drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “My roommate, Lacey,” she started, then stopped. Lacey was way more than just a roommate, but he didn’t need to know that. “She went to one of Victor’s parties. It was a weekend thing, but she should have been home by at least Sunday night, because she had to work Monday morning. That was three days ago, and I still haven’t heard from her. Lacey wouldn’t do that.”

She looked at Duncan, waiting for him to respond somehow. To tell her everything was okay, that the party was still going on, or they’d decided to take a plane to the Bahamas and there was no cell coverage. Something, anything, to explain Lacey’s silence. He didn’t say anything right away. He sat almost perfectly still, clearly thinking about everything she’d said, but not rushing to respond. It was frustrating for someone like Emma, who tended to live life at full throttle, but at the same time, there was something mesmerizing about his stillness. She didn’t think she’d ever met anyone who could remain so still. She would have attributed it to him being a vampire, except that Miguel, standing right next to him, was fairly bristling with energy, his muscles bunching beneath the lines of his elegant suit.

Duncan, on the other hand, was like a big cat—a tiger, maybe—so beautiful and sleek on the outside. But even as you admire his beauty, your heart’s racing with fear, because some part of you knows that this is danger, this is death. There was a coiled power to Duncan, as if it was barely contained within his skin. It demanded all her attention, and yet, outwardly, he was just sitting there, still and quiet, waiting. Just like that tiger.

Emma wasn’t a tiger. She was always fiddling with
something
. Her teachers used to scold her constantly for her twitching, as they called it. But the truth was she had too much energy to be still. It would burn her up from the inside if she didn’t use it somehow.

“Was this the first time your friend joined Victor at one of his events?” Duncan asked.

Emma stifled her jerk of surprise at his sudden question. “No,” she admitted. “Lacey likes to party. Working and living in D.C. was my idea, but she agreed to come with me for the social scene. There’s a party of some sort almost every night in this town. More than one most nights, and on weekends—” Emma shrugged, then hesitated. She didn’t want to tell Duncan the rest of it, didn’t want him to think badly of Lacey, but . . .

“Lacey’s sort of obsessed with you all,” she added reluctantly.

“You ‘all’ what?”Duncan prompted.

 “Vampires,” Emma said, wincing. “She must read ten books a week, absolutely gobbles them up. Paranormal romance mostly, and most of that vampires. She met Victor at a VIP function hosted by the company she works for. They’re a K Street lobbying firm—big, big money. Anyway, she came home that night happier than I’ve ever seen her, because she’d finally met a real live vampire. Two days later, there was an invite in her work e-mail, a party here at the embassy.”

“Here.”

“The first party, yeah. That was maybe two months ago. I’d have to look it up to be sure. I don’t keep track of Lacey’s social calendar, but I’m sure she’s partied with your vampire guys at least once a week since then.”

“Were they feeding from her?”

Emma blanched at the straightforward question. She’d asked herself the same thing a thousand times, but she’d never asked Lacey. She didn’t really want to know.

“I don’t know,” she admitted to Duncan. “I never saw—” She drew a shaky breath. “I never saw any marks on her neck or anything.”

“You wouldn’t necessarily. It is likely, however, that your friend was permitting—”

“Lacey,” Emma interrupted. “Her name is Lacey.”

Duncan acknowledged the correction with a dip of his head. “As charming as I’m sure Lacey is, I doubt Victor would have continued to invite her unless she was providing blood. It’s not uncommon, you understand.”

Emma looked at him blankly. “What’s not uncommon?”

Duncan gave her a pitying look. “There are many humans, Ms. Duquet, who are eager to serve as a blood source for vampires. It can be quite enjoyable for them.”

She frowned. “You mean for the humans? How can that be enjoyable?”

“Sexually,” he drawled, and the word seemed to whisper seductively from his kissable mouth directly to her ear. It was so real she could feel the warmth of his breath teasing her cheek as his voice curled around her senses.

Emma’s heart beat faster. Sweat popped delicately between her breasts, and moisture of an entirely different sort pooled deep between her thighs. She felt her nipples tightening and was glad for the heavy fabric of her jacket which would keep anyone from noticing. Except the heated look on Duncan’s face said that he knew she was aroused, knew that her nipples were scraping exquisitely against the lace of her bra. She wanted to clench her legs together against the ache, but refused to give him the satisfaction. She clenched her fingers around the chair arms instead.

This was ridiculous.

She gritted her teeth, forcing her brain back on track. “Look,deli she said. “I don’t know anything about human and vampire interactions. I don’t even like the movies. All I know is that Lacey partied with you guys, and now she’s missing. She hasn’t come home or even called me in three days. Something’s happened, and I want to know what you’re going to do about it.”

“Is it not possible, Ms. Duquet,” Duncan said patiently, “that Lacey has met someone she enjoys and is spending an extra few days alone with him?”

“She’d have called me. She knows I’d worry.”

“Did you call her office?”

“Yes, of course.”

He gave her an inquiring look. “And?”

Emma pinched her mouth angrily. Damn him. “And she supposedly took the week off.”

“Ah.”

“No. No
ah
. She didn’t tell
me
she was taking the week off, and she would have. Something is wrong here, and if I wait too long, I’ll never—” Her voice broke as she fought back tears. Why couldn’t she make anyone understand? Lacey was so much more than a roommate. They were best friends, sisters in every way that counted. They were all each other had in the world, and Lacey would
never have done this to her!

Duncan didn’t move except to frown thoughtfully. “I believe you,” he said unexpectedly.

“Thank you,” Emma whispered, nearly choking on the sob that was trying to force its way up her throat.

“Mind you,” he cautioned, “I’m not convinced anything dire has occurred, but I do believe you know Lacey quite well, certainly better than I do. And if you say something is off about this situation, then it’s worth looking into.”

She nodded, biting her lip to keep from blubbering like an idiot.

Duncan’s gaze sharpened on her mouth, and he stiffened from his relaxed sideways pose, turning smoothly until he once again faced her across the desk. “As I said earlier, Ms. Duquet, we’ve only just arrived in this city. Last night, as a matter of fact. Victor departed rather unexpectedly, which leaves us to dig through his records on our own.”

“Can’t you call him or something?”

“I’m afraid he’s not reachable, but I’ll do what I can.”

Emma sighed. He was humoring her. He had no intention of trying to find Lacey. He wasn’t even willing to call Victor, much less anything else.

“I’m not only saying this to appease you,” he insisted, and she frowned. That was the second time he’d seemed to read her thoughts. Was it possible?

“And I’m not reading your thoughts either,” he added, smiling. “What I have is many years experience reading human expressions, and your face is very expressive.”

Emma blushed. “Um, thank you. I guess. So, how long—”

“I know you’re anxious, but give me a couple of days. I
will
get back to you, I promise.”

Emma wanted to protest.
Two more days!
But it was better than she’d honestly expected before she got here, and it was probably the best she was going to get. She drew a deep, calming breath, in and out.

“All right. Thank you,” she said, and reached into her pocket to pull out her cell phone. “I left my purse in the car, so I don’t have any business cards with me, but I can text my numbers to you, or—” She raised her head to meet his very human brown eyes. “Do vampires use cell phones?”

Duncan grinned. “We do indeed. All the modern conveniences.” He slipped a hand into his jacket pocket, retrieved his own phone, and rapidly tapped a few keys. Then he slid it across the desk to her.

“You can enter your number there.”

Emma took the phone and glanced down at the screen. Her name had been typed in and was just waiting for a number. Feeling as if she were crossing some invisible line, she entered in her cell and work numbers, then put the phone back on the desk.

“I have a land line at home, but I never use it. Just the cell,” she said. “And my office number. I gave you that, too.”

“Very good, I’ll—”

“Shouldn’t I take your number?”

Duncan had already pushed away from the desk and stood, as if the interview was over. He stopped and gave her a bemused look. “Of course. Miguel.”

Emma frowned. He couldn’t tell her his number? He needed Miguel to do it for him? But Miguel was leaning across the desk, holding out a thick, white business card. Emma looked down as she took it. There were two lines on the card. Duncan’s name, which apparently included a last name of Milford, even though he hadn’t introduced himself that way, and a phone number. No title, no identifying affiliation of any kind.

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