Part 18 (1/2)

Ryan nodded imperceptibly and made ready to leave. Victor addressed Abigail and Marilyn.

”If you ladies will excuse us, we will be retiring.”

Abigail nodded, a knowing look on her face. She would be retiring herself shortly.

Marilyn watched Victor lead Ryan from the room, and Abigail watched her. A mixture of emotion was on the dark-haired woman's face: anger, jealousy, but mostly desire.

Abigail turned to the young man who approached her. He was not an Old One, but neither was he terribly young. It would be a coup for him if she accepted his invitation, but he might make for an interesting evening.

Abigail accepted his proffered hand and she began to leave. She nodded to Marilyn, who was still standing as if frozen in place. Marilyn was already surrounded by those vying for her attention, and more than likely would accept more than one invitation.

But for the moment Marilyn stood unmoved by the attention. She returned Abigail's nod, her face returning to its icy repose. But her eyes returned to the now-empty door and the dangerous desire still burned within them.

Abigail's final fleeting thought as she left the room was one of curiosity. She knew Marilyn's bloodl.u.s.t was for Victor, as always.

But she also wondered how much of that bloodl.u.s.t was now directed at Victor's dark and bewitching child.

Victor spirited Ryan away from the gathering and they fled on foot into the night. When they reached the outskirts of the city it was evidently Victor's intention to stop.

But the gathering had left Ryan with a strange, pent-up energy. She did not wish to stop and continued on foot, laughing at Victor's stern orders to halt.

Victor watched his wild prodigy run into the night with exasperation. The gathering had left him with pent-up energy as well, but he knew what release he needed. He set out after Ryan.

She was fast, Victor thought to himself, and agile. Although this annoyed him as he had to chase her, it was coupled with a sense of pride.

Ryan sensed that Victor was not angry with her and increased her speed. She knew if she could reach the trees, she might have a chance at escaping him in the undergrowth. She could then take to the treetops and possibly outdistance him.

Victor sensed her intention and decided he was tired of this game.

Ryan was running full-tilt now but seemed to lose contact with Victor. She turned her head because she no longer sensed him behind her.

She ran headlong into an object that did not move, knocking her to the ground. Victor was no longer behind her because he was standing in front of her. Although she was knocked backward several feet, the collision did not move him.

”That's not fair,” Ryan said, brus.h.i.+ng herself off with feigned irritation. In reality she was fascinated when Victor revealed the full scope of his abilities.

She leaped to her feet but again he was there. She made as if to dodge around him but he grasped her by her s.h.i.+rt collar and lifted her effortlessly off her feet.

Denied of all leverage, she could do little but struggle in his grasp. He drew her close, gazing into her eyes with his preternatural amus.e.m.e.nt.

”Just so you have no doubt who is the master here.”

Ryan held his gaze, cunning in her own. ”I have none,” she said.

In a lightning movement she leaned forward and fastened her arms about his neck, slicing into the flesh with her razor-sharp teeth. The move was unantic.i.p.ated and Victor was so simultaneously startled and aroused, he could do little but wrap his arms about her as she began to drink.

Her hunger was so overpowering to him he staggered backward until he found a seat on a nearby stump. He intertwined his fingers in her hair as she fed off him, and he felt her mind become one with his. The sensation was one of ecstasy, almost as much an ecstasy of the mind as of the body.

He could control how much access she had to his Memories, to a degree. But the link between the two of them was powerful and grew more powerful each time they Shared.

Victor's own hunger was immense and as soon as he sensed she was sated he pulled her from his neck and set upon her own. He had near-absolute access to her mind and he saw the events of the night through her eyes. The blood flowing back into his body was powerful, and each time they Shared it became more so.

CHAPTER 23.

VICTOR WATCHED RYAN MOVE UP THE WALKWAY away from his carriage. Abigail waved to him from the doorway and he nodded to her before he slapped the reins onto the horse's back.

He had misgivings about leaving Ryan, but he knew she would be safer with Abigail than by herself right now. He did not completely trust Abigail, but he trusted her more than any of the Others. And he could not take Ryan with him.

Ryan had her own misgivings, but they had nothing to do with Abigail. She did not understand why she could not accompany Victor. She had been apart from him in the past, often for long periods of time. But her introduction to the Others filled her with questions and feelings that Victor had not yet had time to address. His absence right now was at the very least inopportune.

Ryan tried to tell herself that was all there was to it as she walked up the steps. She was dressed in her usual attire, an oversized s.h.i.+rt tucked into leather breeches which in turn were tucked into high boots. Ryan cared little for fas.h.i.+on and generally went about dressed as a man.

Abigail, on the other hand, was dressed in her usual finery. She eyed the youngster coming up the walk. Of course, if she looked the way Ryan looked in her clothing, she probably would dress that way, too.

Abigail was like most of her Kind, appreciative of all that was aesthetic. It explained why most of their Kind were extremely pleasing to the eye; they were attracted to only the most handsome of humans. Abigail watched the lithe figure come up the stairs; Victor had chosen well.

Ryan greeted Abigail, very much aware of the woman's presence. Abigail watched the flush creep into the girl's cheeks and felt her own inner response. This was going to be more difficult than she had imagined and she mentally reminded herself of both her promise and loyalty to Victor. It might be a good idea to set the girl on her own for a little while.

One of the servants showed Ryan about the grounds. The huntmaster's b.i.t.c.h had just given birth to a litter of pups and Ryan spent some time playing with the tiny hounds. When she had finished her tour, she returned to the house, seeking Abigail out.

Abigail was seated in the salon working on some st.i.tchery. She raised her eyebrows upon Ryan's entrance, but continued her work. Ryan sat down restlessly on a nearby settee, watching Abigail's fingers fly.

It was not Abigail's duty to entertain Ryan, but she felt some obligation to keep the youngster occupied. Abigail smiled at that thought. Youngster, the girl was probably over a hundred years old.

It was Ryan who broke their silence however, and she did so with a question that was surprisingly blunt.

”Abigail, what did I feel at the gathering the other night?”

Abigail's fingers paused. ”You do not know?”

Ryan shook her head. ”No, I have no idea.”

Abigail's fingers began to move once more, but now more slowly. ”How much do you know about our Kind?”

Ryan shrugged. ”Very little. I did not know there were Others until Victor and I came here.”

Abigail's fingers stopped again and this time she had to make a grab for her tapestry as it began to slip to the floor. ”You know nothing of our Kind?”

Ryan sensed the surprise and disapproval in Abigail's voice. She shook her head.

Abigail began st.i.tching again, thoughtfully. She knew why Victor had kept Ryan ignorant of their Kind. She glanced sideways at the girl; she probably would have done the same if Ryan belonged to her. Abigail returned her attention to her st.i.tchery. Victor's instructions had been quite specific, but he had mentioned nothing about educating the child.

”Do you remember the Young One, Jacque? I introduced him to you early in the evening.”

Ryan had a vague recollection of the blond-haired young man. She nodded.

”What you felt was his death.”