Destined for an Early Grave(84)

“You’ll be sorry for this,” I got out as soon as he paused.

“You threaten me?” A brutal punch to my stomach doubled me over as much as the metal clamps would allow. Goddamn, who ever said you couldn’t feel pain in dreams? “I am your husband, even though you don’t deserve to call me that, you traitorous bitch!”

Suddenly the punches stopped, and Gregor caressed my cheek. “Chérie, why do you do this? Why do you persist in angering me? You know I must punish you for your adultery, but it pains me to do so.”

I managed to laugh even through the pain. “Oh sure. This hurts you more than me, huh? You are the world’s biggest asshole, Gregor.”

“You will do as I say!” That false sweetness was gone. He was back to whacking me with every other word. “You will return to me right now, or you will wish you had.”

“Go ahead. Show me everything you’ve got! I’ve been beaten and tortured before, but with you, it all goes away as soon as I open my eyes. You don’t scare me, Gregor.”

He seized my hair, yanking it so hard I felt clumps pull out. “If you let him turn you into a vampire,” he hissed, “I will make sure you suffer. Do you understand me?”

I stared at him. “When I was sixteen, I used to care about you. When I first got my memory back, a little part of me still did. Now, however, as God is my witness, I swear I will put you in the ground. Do you understand me?”

He hit me so hard everything went black, but his temper was to my advantage, because it knocked me right back into reality. I heard an anxious voice.

“Kitten, wake up!”

Bones was shaking me. My cheek stung faintly, and I knew it wasn’t residual pain from Gregor’s fists. Bones had been doing more than shaking me.

“Stop that, I’ve had enough of being beaten,” I muttered, trying to brush his hands away.

He didn’t let go, but he did stop shaking me. “He was beating you? You were crying out in your sleep because he was striking you?”

I sat up, pulling the covers over me and trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. The phantom pains from it were dissipating with every second. “He was pissed.”

Bones growled low in his throat. His whole body was tense. “You only slept ’round an hour, but should you stay up? Or do you still have those pills? I can’t bear the thought of him abusing you if you fall asleep again.”

“No pills.” I grimaced at the memory of how they’d made me feel. “Gregor’s never come at me twice in one night—or day, I guess. I think it takes too much power for him to make a first attempt, and he needs time to rest up before his next one.

“He won’t get a next one,” Bones said in a grim voice.

No, because later tonight, I’d be turned into a vampire. That’s why Gregor had been so pissed. He knew he’d lose access to me once that happened. Bye, bye, Gregor. Hope you sleep tight. I know I will.

Bones kissed the top of my head. “Then try to go to sleep, luv. Soon this will be over.”

No, I thought. It won’t be over until I kill Gregor. And once I’m a vampire, I’ll be another step closer to doing that.



When I woke up again, Bones was gone. The curtains were still drawn, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was well after one. My last morning as a half-human had passed. This could be the earliest I’d be waking up for a few months after I became a new vampire, unless all those years being a half-breed would help shave time off that.

Now that the day had arrived, a twinge of nervousness wormed in me. What if changing over didn’t make me stronger but weaker, like I was starting from scratch? God, I’d hate to wake up afterward and find out I was a wimp. Furthermore, what did not breathing feel like? How would I handle never hearing my heart beat again? How long would my new bloodlust last? A few days, a week?

And what would it be like to no longer be the rare half-breed but just be plain old Cat, the newbie vampire? Actually, that thought pleased me. Nothing unusual to see here, folks. Move along. Yeah, I’d wanted that my whole life.

The door opened, and Spade strode in. I snatched at the sheet, since I was still naked, and gave him an aggravated look.

“Don’t you know how to knock?”

“I heard you were awake,” Spade replied. “Here. Brought you breakfast, or I suppose lunch, considering the time.”

He set a tray down on a nearby table before giving me a wicked grin.

“I see you and Crispin resolved your differences. Indeed, the pair of you kept the whole house up last night.”

I closed my eyes. By now I should be over the embarrassment of having anyone with undead ears privy to hearing my intimate moments, but it looked like that still wasn’t beyond me.