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“Okay, okay.” She was smiling wider now. “I'll see you next weekend. Happy now?”

“No,” he grumbled, closing his eyes again. “But shut the curtains on your way out and I might begin to be.”

“Fine, then. Be that way.” She heaved a long, exasperated sigh as she got off the bed. A moment later blessed darkness reclaimed the room. Conrad relaxed in relief. His conscience, however, was not as easily assuaged. As he heard his bedroom door begin to close, he knew he could not let her leave so soon.

“Wait,” he commanded as he threw back the covers and got out of bed.

“What now?” She paused in the doorway while he shrugged into his dressing gown and crossed to where she stood. He pulled her back into the room and shut the door. Then he pushed her against the wall and kissed her thoroughly, giving her something to remember him by and further cementing his influence over her.

“Now,” he said, eyeing her sternly as his hands caressed the curves of her waist. “No more foolishness. You will tell me exactly what I wish to hear. Where will you be next weekend?”

“I'm coming here,” she answered obediently. “To see you.”

“And you will not forget?”

Her laugh sounded a little forced, a little uncertain but she shook her head and murmured, “No. I won't forget you. I promise.”

“And if you need anything before then, you'll call me, yes?”

“I-I…what?”

She looked surprised, which pretty much mirrored his own thoughts on the subject, especially when he found himself elaborating on his instructions. “Before you leave the house today I want you to find Armand. He should be downstairs somewhere. Wake him up, if you have to. Tell him I said he should give you my private phone number. Is that clear?”

“Armand? You mean he lives here
too
?”

“Yes. Make him write it down, so you don't forget it. I'd do it myself, but I don't have anything to write with up here.”

“I don't get it. Does he, like, work for you, or something? I thought he was your friend?”

“He is,” he answered, not even attempting to explain the complexities of vampire relationships. “He's my friend who works for me.” And who would likely be extremely surprised at being asked to give out Conrad's phone number. That number was private for exactly one reason: it was
never
given to
anyone
outside of his nest. Why he was choosing to break the rule now, he couldn't imagine. But, it was
his
rule, which meant it was his right to break it any time it suited him to do so. Without having to give anyone a reason for it. Not even himself.

“Okay. I'll call if, if I need to.”

“Good.” After brushing another brief kiss across her lips he opened the door and ushered her into the hall.

He walked her to the top of the stairs then kissed her again, still toying with the idea of holding her captive a little while longer, of feeding from her again before he let her go. Frankly, he could use it. The sudden exposure to so much daylight had left him with a pounding, debilitating headache. He felt like crap. But he'd taken quite enough from her last night. Besides, perhaps leaving a faint edge on his hunger for once would be good for him. It would, at least, be an interesting experience, one that might sharpen the anticipation of seeing her again.


Au revoir,
mignonne
,” he said as he let her go. She tripped lightly down the stairs and disappeared from his view. A minute later the murmur of voices reached Conrad's ears.
Good girl
, he thought approvingly. Half a minute more, and Armand appeared, his face pensive as he climbed the stairs. “
Ça va?

Conrad asked the younger man as he came to stand beside him on the landing.
It goes well?


Oui
.” Armand nodded in grudging assent as they leaned on the rail together, side by side, both of them watching through the stained-glass window as Desert Rose made her way down the walkway. “It goes well enough, I suppose. Although I do not think our friend is very happy with me this morning.”


Ah, mon pauvre garçon.

Conrad threw an arm around his friend's shoulders and patted him consolingly.
“Is she no longer interested in you then?
Pardonnez-moi.
My fault, I suppose.”

“Yes.” Armand frowned sullenly. “It certainly is.” He shot Conrad a curious glance. “She said you wanted her to have your number. I take it she'll be back?”

“Definitely. Next weekend, in fact.”

“Really?” Speculation gleamed in Armand's eyes. “And yet…she seems not to have realized what we are?”

“No.” Conrad could not help smiling as he thought about it. “Intriguing, is it not? The matter appears, somehow, to have escaped her attention. I'm thinking of keeping things that way for a while.”

“Is that wise?”

“I don't know. But it's what I want.”

Armand shrugged. “
Tres bien
.” He paused for a moment, then murmured hopefully, “She's pretty, no?”

Conrad sighed. Wrapping his arms around the other man, he pulled him close, his chest to Armand's back. He leaned into the boy's shoulder and whispered warningly, “I would hate for you to be unclear about my wishes in this matter, Armand. She's pretty, yes. She's also mine.
All
mine.
Elle est la mienne.
Comprenez-vous
?”


Oui
.
Je comprends
.”

“Good.” Conrad kissed him on the cheek. “Make sure everyone else understands that as well, would you, dear?”

Armand nodded, but his voice still sounded a trifle sulky as he muttered, “
D'accord
.”

Conrad sighed. “Oh. You're disappointed.” Taking hold of Armand's shoulders, he turned him so that they were face to face. He gazed at him thoughtfully. He was a beautiful boy, this newest of his children, but still very young in many ways. Young enough to be hurt by a pretty girl's rejection? Perhaps. Young enough to be angered by another man's succeeding where he had failed—or not even failed, but rather, been forced to give way? Definitely. It was, after all, only a dozen or so years since Conrad had sired him. He was still
very
human. “Perhaps I should make it up to you. You'd like that, yes?”

Comprehension flooded Armand's face with color. He nodded eagerly. “I would. I'd like that a lot.”

Conrad smiled. He did so like to see that look. Almost nothing made him happier than an eager gleam in his lover's eyes. And he was sure nothing would restore his depleted energy faster, or make him feel more like his usual self again, than the dark kiss of another vampire. “As will I,
mon cher
,” he murmured as he drew Armand into his embrace. “I will like it very, very much.”

Chapter Five

Present Day

Despite having gotten a full day's rest, Marc was still feeling sulky and out of sorts the next evening. “Why are we in here?” he demanded of Damian, gesturing at the suspiciously immaculate room in which they had gathered. “Why does Conrad even
have
a kitchen? Does anyone here ever actually use it for anything?”

“Not very often,” Damian replied with insufferable calm. “Which is precisely why I chose it, Marc. I find it's almost impossible to keep a subject secret for very long once you take to discussing it in the middle of crowded rooms.”

“Besides.” Julie lifted the blood bag from which she'd been sipping, and waved it in his face. “News flash for ya, bro. Refrigerator? Hello?”

Marc glared scornfully at his sister. “You don't think there are people here to feed from?” He turned to Damian again. “You
do
have people here, don't you?” He knew there were people in the house, damn it. He'd sensed them as soon as he woke up. He'd smelled them right through the walls. He could almost taste them now. It annoyed the shit out of him that that should be the case.

Vampire
.

Damian sighed wearily. “We went through this with you when you were a teenager, Marc. Must we do so again? There are people here, yes. Housekeepers, gardeners—we have an entire staff, if you must know. They're all very well paid for their services and generally not averse to taking on certain
additional
tasks, if one were to ask nicely.” He nodded at the bags piled on the table. “I just remembered these as being more to your liking. But perhaps your tastes have changed?”

“If they have, it's just since we got here,” Julie said. “But, hey, what about the guy at the gate last night—tall, blue eyes, really nice muscles? He looked rather delicious. How additional-task-averse is he?”

“At the gate? Ah, yes.” Damian smiled appreciatively. “You must mean Brennan. He
is
appealing, isn't he? And usually very accommodating. I believe he's on duty again tonight, if you're interested.”

“I thought we were going out tonight to try and find Conrad,” Marc reminded his sister.

“Well, I can eat first, can't I? I'm sure I'll hunt much better on a full stomach.”

Damian frowned. “You are
not
going hunting. Have I not already explained that to you? I have put together a list of places for you to go—various clubs where others of our kind congregate—but, I don't want you two putting yourselves in any unnecessary danger. I do not expect you to actually find Conrad on your own, remember. All you need to do is to gather what information you can. Find out if anyone has been expressing any undue interest in him, if there have been any odd rumors circulating lately. That is all. I will take it from there. Under no circumstances are you to try and take things into your own hands and locate him by yourselves. Is that understood,
niños
?”

Damian glanced sternly from one to the other. The twins nodded obediently, their expressions studiously innocent. Marc could not repress a twinge of guilt over having pressed Julie into questioning Armand the previous night. When their glances met, he could tell his sister was recalling the same thing. But why should either of them feel guilty? They'd only been following Damian's orders, after all. Besides, it had all been a waste of time, anyway. There'd been no harm done and no benefits gained. Armand hadn't been able to tell them anything they hadn't already known—although, that might have been at least partially Julie's fault for having led him off onto weird tangents. House parties? Yeah, that was real germane.

“I still don't understand, Damian,” Julie said. “Why does
everything
have to be such a secret? Why don't you want anyone here to know about Conrad except us? Couldn't they help? I mean, they're his family, right? If they knew he was in trouble, wouldn't they
want
to find him?”

Damian shook his head. “As I told you both last night, you know very little about our lives. You're thinking this is like a human family. It's not. Nests are quite a bit different from anything you're used to. You two grew up around Conrad. Your relationship with him is more unusual than you realize. It's not something any of the others have ever had or ever could have with him. Even those of us who were directly sired by Conrad do not share the same kind of bond with him that you do. As for the others…they're bound to him mostly by instinct, partly by fear. They're not to be trusted.”

“What others?” Marc asked. “Are we talking about vampires from other nests now? And—directly sired? I don't even know what that means. Can't you just speak English?”

Damian's dark eyes flashed dangerously. “I was under the impression I was.”

“Stop it, Marc.” Julie patted Damian's hand reassuringly. “What did you mean, Damian? Who are these others?”

“As I've explained, this nest is a very large and complex organization. A good many of the vampires within it were sired by Conrad, a rare few are the spawn of vampires Conrad turned.”

“Like us, you mean,” Julie prompted. “Right?”

Damian merely smiled in reply. “Then there are the others, the legacies, those whose nests Conrad has assimilated over the centuries. Though they were originally spawned by someone else, they all look to Conrad as their sire now. In theory, he offers them all the same protection and benefits he offers us and they owe him the same allegiance in return. In practice…” He broke off, shrugging carelessly. “Well, in practice, I've found things rarely work out as smoothly as they ought to do. Instinct is a mindless, heartless force. It's difficult to resist, but not impossible, and when will and emotion enter the equation, the outcome becomes too uncertain for anyone to accurately predict.”

“Assimilated,” Marc repeated thoughtfully. “Great. Now you're making him sound like the Borg.”

Damian frowned. “You mean the Borgia?” he asked, doubtfully.

Marc snorted.
One of the world's first crime families?
“No, not exactly.”
Although, come to think of it…

“Forget it,” Julie said, shooting Marc a dirty look. “It's not important. Just Marc being all sci-fi geeky again. Go on with what you were saying, Damian.”

“What I was saying is that you both need to understand some of the basic realities of vampire society. A strong sire is an imperative. I'm sure you've both noticed by now how difficult it is for you to oppose Conrad's will—yes? Well, it's the same for us all, to a greater or lesser extent. It's part of our nature. It's how we survive. But, if something were to happen to Conrad, if his ability to lead were compromised in some fashion, then the instinct to preserve the integrity of the nest would likely supersede any other loyalties we might have. Whatever our feelings for Conrad—and irrespective of whether or not we were originally sired by him—those of us who are strong enough to do so would feel the need to challenge him, to test our mettle against his diminished capabilities and, if at all possible, to replace him. Such a force would be most difficult to resist, no matter what our personal feelings for him might be.”

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