“And what about Lucan?” Gabrielle asked softly. “How old does all of this make him?”
“Ah, he is a rarity, if for his lineage alone. There are few left of his generation.” Savannah’s expression held a trace of awe and more than a little respect. “Lucan can be no less than nine-hundred years, possibly more.”
“Oh, my God.” Gabrielle fell back against her chair. She laughed at the absurdity of the idea, and yet realized that it made perfect sense. “You know, the first time I saw him, I thought he looked like he should be on horseback, brandishing a sword and leading an army of knights into battle. He just has that carriage about him. Like he owns the world, and has seen so much that nothing surprises him. Now, I know why.”
Savannah was looking at her sagely, her head tilted. “I think you’ve been something of a surprise to him.”
“Me? What do you mean?”
“He brought you here, to the compound. He’s never done that, not in all the time I’ve known him, and not before either, from what I gathered from Gideon.”
“Lucan says he’s brought me here for my own protection, because the Rogues are after me, now. God, I didn’t want to believe him—about any of this—but it’s all true, isn’t it?”
Savannah’s smile was warm, sympathetic. “It is.”
“I saw him kill someone last night—a Minion. He did it to protect me, I know, but it was so violent. It was horrific.” A shiver snaked its way up her limbs when she pictured the gruesome scene that took place in the children’s park. “Lucan bit into the man’s throat and fed off him like some kind of…”
“Vampire,” Savannah answered softly, with neither accusation nor condemnation in her voice. “That’s what they are, Gabrielle, how they were born. It’s not a curse or a disease. It’s just the way they live, a different kind of consumption than what we as humans have grown to accept as normal. And vampires don’t always kill to feed. In fact, that’s rare, at least among the Breed’s general population, including the warrior class. It’s completely unheard of with blood-bonded vampires, like Gideon or Rio, since their nourishment is provided regularly by their Breedmates.”
“You make it sound so normal,” Gabrielle said, frowning as she ran her finger around the edge of her teacup. She knew that what Savannah was telling her had a certain logic, despite its surrealism, but accepting it was not going to be easy. “It terrifies me to think about what he really is, how he lives. I should despise him for it, Savannah.”
“But you don’t.”
“No,” she confessed quietly.
“You care for him, don’t you?”
Gabrielle nodded, reluctant to speak the words.
“And you’re intimately involved with him.”
“Yes.” Gabrielle sighed, and shook her head. “And really, how stupid is that? I don’t know what it is about him that makes me want him like I do. I mean, he’s lied to me and deceived me on so many levels I can’t begin to count them, but even still, just thinking about him makes my knees weak. I’ve never known this kind of need with another man.”
Savannah was smiling over the rim of her cup. “They are more than men, our warriors.”
Gabrielle took a sip of her tea, thinking that it probably wasn’t wise to consider Lucan as her anything, unless she planned to put her heart under his boot heels and watch as he ground it to dust.
“These males are passionate in all they do,” Savannah added. “And there is nothing that can compare to the giving and receiving of the blood-bond, especially while making love.”
Gabrielle shrugged. “Well, the sex is amazing, I won’t even try to deny that. But I haven’t shared any kind of a blood-bond with Lucan.”
Savannah’s smile faltered slightly. “He hasn’t bitten you?”
“No. God, no.” She shook her head, wondering if she should feel more appalled than she did. “He hasn’t even tried to take my blood, as far as I know. Just tonight he swore to me that he never would.”
“Oh.” Savannah carefully set down her teacup.
“Why? Do you think he will?”
Gideon’s mate seemed to consider that for a moment, then gave a slow shake of her head. “Lucan has never made a promise lightly, nor would he about something like this. I’m sure he means exactly what he told you.”
Gabrielle nodded, relieved, yet curious why Savannah’s assurance sounded almost like a condolence.
“Come,” she said, rising from the table and indicating for Gabrielle to follow. “I’ll show you the rest of the compound.”