I’d only met Vlad last year during that awful war, but he was someone I trusted. He’d saved my life, in fact, and even though I hadn’t seen him lately, I’d been right in guessing that he’d come if I asked him to. Plus, when doing a mental rundown of vampires in Eastern Europe who were both strong and feared enough that Gregor wouldn’t attempt a double cross, Vlad’s was the only name on the list. Dracula’s bloody reputation wasn’t only made during his days as the infamous prince of Wallachia.
“Okay, Gregor, I’m going to pull this knife out nice and slow. Once I do, you climb off. No tricks.”
Gregor glanced at Vlad, who smiled at him in a predatory way. Then Gregor nodded.
I sighed in relief and began to pull out the knife. Once the silver was out of his back, Gregor got up from the bed. He stood over me for a moment, his expression saying he still didn’t believe what had just happened.
“I’ll let you leave because I promised, but you are still bound to me, Catherine. You may have a few days to settle things, but then, you must return to me.”
“Clothes,” I prodded Vlad without answering. Frankly, I didn’t know what the hell to do about being bound to Gregor. It was obvious he wasn’t giving up just because I’d still picked Bones, even with my memory back. Did Gregor really think a few more days would mean I’d come to my senses and come back to him? God, he really didn’t know me.
“Another thing that makes this trip worthwhile,” Vlad commented, handing me a long dress.
I sat up and put it on without any false modesty. Vlad wasn’t leering, but he was a red-blooded male. I didn’t take it personally. “You’ve seen the top before, so I’m sure you’re not fighting a blush.”
“When has he seen your breasts?” Gregor hissed.
“When a horde of zombies ate most of my arm and all of my bra off,” I snapped.
Gregor let out a grunt. “That’s what you’re returning to? How you want to live? Think, Catherine!”
“Hasn’t she told you?” Vlad purred. “She doesn’t like to be called that name.”
I paused at the door next to Vlad. “Goodbye, Gregor. Don’t come after me, in person or in my dreams.”
Something hardened in Gregor’s face. It said loud and clear that this wasn’t over, and Gregor would still be chasing me. Why? I wondered. Was it just his pride refusing to accept that I’d chosen someone else?
Vlad smiled, rubbing his hands together. Sparks cascaded from them in blatant warning.
“Not thinking of trying to stop us, are you?” he asked silkily.
Vlad could burn someone to ashes with just his touch, even a powerful vampire like Gregor. So most people didn’t want Dracula to start playing with his matches.
“I won’t have to,” Gregor said, looking at me. “I’ll show you what Bones is. Then you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.”
“Goodbye,” I repeated. It summed things up right there.
We walked out of the large house with Vlad’s four escorts flanking us. No one attempted to stop us. Are they this afraid of you? I asked him. Or is Gregor up to something?
Just like Bones and Mencheres, Vlad could read minds. “Both and neither,” he answered, his dark brown hair swaying with his strides. “Gregor’s in a bad way. He needs his ghouls back.”
“Huh?”
Out loud this time. Vlad gave me a sardonic smile.
“You’ve driven Bones into rare form. It was smart of you not to have him come here. He’d have lost his mind completely if he’d seen Gregor poised naked over you. As it is, Bones will already suffer repercussions for what he’s done.”
“You told me on the phone that Bones was okay, that you spoke to Spade, and they were all right!” I burst out.
Vlad ushered me onto the waiting small plane, and his men climbed in after us. We taxied down a grass field before lifting off. Gregor had chosen a remote location as well.
“From what I gathered after speaking with Spade, Bones had you secured in a room during the attack?” he queried, continuing after my nod. “And at some point, Gregor called you and offered to stop the assault if you came to him?”
Another nod. “Cat, it was a ruse. Bones wasn’t outnumbered, and why you didn’t know that, I have no idea. Bones had over a hundred of the foulest undead mercenaries hiding beneath that house, just waiting for Gregor’s forces to get arrogant and rush them. By the time you reached Gregor, Bones already had the fight won.”
My mind went numb. Is this the whole crew? Or are there more lurking in the woods? I’d asked. And my mother’s response, instantly shushed, Oh, there’s more…