As Melanie crossed to his side, his eyes opened and rolled her way. Luminous blue, they speared her with hatred. Spittle flew from his lips as he shouted words so slurred she couldn’t understand them.
“Joe?” she said softly. “It’s Dr. Lipton. It’s Melanie.”
Nothing. No change.
She reached under the table and pressed the button that would open the manacle holding his head immobile.
The heavy metal clamp sprang open and slid apart.
Joe instantly raised his head and snapped at her like a feral animal.
“Joe.” She struggled to speak soothingly around the lump in her throat. “It’s okay, Joe. You’re safe now. Cliff is here. And Bastien. We’re going to take you home.”
He started to slam his head back against the table over and over again. His arms and legs flexed. The manacles dug deeper with every movement.
Melanie reached into her back pocket and withdrew one of the two auto-injectors she had loaded with the vampires’ dose. She flipped the yellow cap open.
“Everything will be okay,” she lied and pressed the pen to his shoulder.
His struggles slowed. His head fell still. His muscles relaxed.
She drew her hand over his tangled blond hair and met those burning eyes. “You’re with friends now.”
His lids drooped, then closed.
She circled the table to press the buttons on the other side. Bastien hovered in the doorway with Cliff in his arms.
As she raised her head and met his gaze, her chest hitched with a sob.
Both knew what the morrow would bring.
Chapter 18
As immortals, Seconds, and Chris gathered around David’s impressive dining table, conversation abounded. Seth and David took their usual places at either end of the table. The others filled in the chairs along the sides.
Bastien found himself seated between Melanie and Richart, with Richart’s siblings across from them.
Almost a month had passed since they had descended upon Emrys’s compound, though it seemed only days had instead. The time since had been a roller coaster of ups and downs, leaving Bastien feeling as if he had no control over anything in his life.
Joe had been beyond their help. Melanie had tried to reach him . . . tried so hard it broke Bastien’s heart. And made him love her all the more. But the young vampire had been lost to them, all sanity devoured by the virus.
In accordance with the living will Joe had created when he had moved into network headquarters, he had been sedated. Then Melanie had drained his blood. All of it. And he had . . . gone. Just like that. Leaving nothing of himself behind to bury.
Dr. Whetsman had argued and fought, trying to convince Chris to let him throw out the will and extract the vampire’s organs and brain for study.
Chris had held firm.
And Bastien had not antagonized the network leader once since.
The two had finally found common ground. Chris had lost his contacts. Bastien had lost his friend. Both held themselves responsible.
Cliff had bounced back. Bastien had not thought such would be possible. Nor had Melanie. But Cliff was still succeeding in staving off the madness that had claimed both of his friends. He was also mentoring Stuart, who—every day—sought new ways to make amends for the attack his entrance into their lives had instigated.
Food platters circulated the table on large hands. The scents suffusing the air were mouthwatering. Water, tea, and sparkling grape juice flowed freely. As did laughter and teasing.
Melanie rested a hand on Bastien’s thigh.
He glanced down at her.
“You okay?” she asked.
He nodded, clasped her hand, and brought it to his lips for a kiss.
The two of them were closer than ever. Though she could have returned to her cozy home, Melanie had spent every day here with him. Every night she continued her research at the network, given leave to do so by Seth, who thought her research more important than having her in the field, hunting vampires.
Across the table, Richart cleared his throat. “How is Cliff?”
Bastien felt Melanie’s surprise as she answered.
“He’s good. He hasn’t had any episodes since the day after we rescued him.”
Richart pushed his food around on his plate. “I was thinking of visiting him.”
She glanced at Bastien.
He was as shocked as she was. “I think he’d like that,” Bastien said slowly. “I’m sure he’s tired of seeing the same faces day after day.”
Étienne spoke up. “Perhaps I will visit him as well.”
Both Frenchmen had met Cliff while monitoring Bastien. Had they seen what he had seen? Someone worth saving? Worth fighting for?
Melanie smiled. “That would be wonderful.”
“Does he like sports?” Lisette asked, face hopeful.
“Yes.”
“Perhaps I could catch a game with him.”
Tanner nodded beside her. “I’d be up for that, too. We should catch a Lakers game. If I remember correctly from our days serving Bastien, Cliff’s a pretty big Lakers fan.”
“Excellent,” Lisette proclaimed. “I’ll bring the peanuts and popcorn.”
The rest of the meal passed in a blur. Bastien may not be as hated as he had been before, but he wasn’t yet welcomed into many conversations. Not that he really noticed. He was too busy wondering if Hell had frozen over.
Immortals making friends with a vampire? What the hell would happen next?
He and Melanie made their escape shortly after dinner, which technically was their breakfast or brunch since it was their first meal of the night.
Holding hands, they slipped down into the basement, dodged Marcus’s partially bald cat, Slim, and headed for their quiet room, where they would make love before Melanie headed for the network and Bastien left to hunt and possibly recruit more vampires.
Emrys was dead. What was left of his shadow army had been disbanded with no memory of how they had spent recent months. And Seth had erased Donald and Nelson’s memories.
But the vampire population in the area continued to flourish and grow.
The whole situation sort of reminded Bastien of newspapers and scandal sheets. Accusations of this or that would be splashed across the front page in large letters. Then, if they proved unfounded, apologies and retractions would be offered in tiny print on the bottom of page thirty-seven, where few would notice them.
Well, news of the uprisings and wars being waged in North Carolina had circled the globe. Word that those uprisings and wars had ended with Immortal Guardians the victors, however, had garnered little attention.
“Bastien. Melanie.”
They turned at the sound of Chris’s voice.
“Seth meant to catch you before he left, but got called away early.”
“Did he need something?” Bastien asked.
“No. He wanted you to have this.” Strolling forward, Chris held out a set of keys.
Melanie took them and turned them over in her hand. “What are these for?”
“Your new home. Seth thought you two might like to have a place of your own, but Melanie’s house isn’t secure.”
Bastien stared.
Chris pulled out his trusty notepad, flipped through it, and tore off a sheet. “Here’s the address and directions to it. It’s fully furnished, but you’re welcome to make any changes you want. I knew you guys wouldn’t have a lot of time to shop and just thought I’d get you started. The house is in a suitably isolated location. The kitchen is fully stocked. There’s blood in the fridge. Toiletries in the bathroom. An escape tunnel in the basement. And I dropped by there on my way here and turned on the heater, so if you want to go check it out or spend the day there after work, you’re good to go.”
Feeling Melanie’s stare, Bastien glanced down at her.
“We have our own house?” she asked. “Just the two of us?”
Uncertainty rose. “If you don’t want to live with me . . .”
She frowned, then hit him hard in the shoulder. “Of course I want to live with you. I love you, Bastien. And I fully intend to marry you whenever you get off your ass and ask me.”
All conversation in the house ceased.
His mouth fell open.
Chris’s did, too.
“Seriously?” they both asked at the same time.
Melanie rolled her eyes. Tilting her head back, she told the ceiling. “Yes. Seriously. I am in love with Sebastien Newcombe. I intend to spend all of eternity with him. If any of you don’t like it, get over it.”
Bastien grinned. He had known she cared about him. He felt it every time he touched her. He supposed he had just thought that might change if she spent more time with him and. . .
Well, she pretty much knew all of his secrets. So maybe it wouldn’t change?
Dipping his head, he kissed her lips. “Will you marry me, Melanie?”
“Hell, yes. Now let’s get out of here and go check out our new home so I can talk dirty to you without all of them listening.”
Laughing, he reclaimed her hand and headed back upstairs. By the time they reached the front door, they were practically running, eager to embrace their future.
And damned if some of the other immortals didn’t hoot and cheer.
Ami gritted her teeth as her stomach churned and turned and threatened to eject her dinner.
A large, warm body pressed up against her back. Marcus dipped his head and kissed her neck as he slipped his arms around her middle.
Relaxing back against him, she closed her eyes.
The room they now shared at David’s place held a tropical feel, the humidity from their shared shower lingering in the air.
“Your heart is racing,” Marcus murmured between kisses.
Ami forced a smile. “You tend to have that effect on me.”
Turning her in his arms, he brushed his lips against hers, trailed them across her cheek, skipped to her forehead. “You feel warm.”
“You do that to me, too,” she teased. “Well, you and the shower. That’s a powerful combination.”
He laughed, low and husky. “I wish we could spend all night in that shower.”
