Lover Avenged(97)
“I’m so goddamned sorry,” he said. “No wonder you’re not into all this. If I had known-”
“No, it’s okay. Really. I should have handled it better when I arrived. I’m just off tonight. Not myself at all.”
He gave her a squeeze and settled back into his chair as if he didn’t want to crowd her. Which was normally what she liked, but tonight she found it a pity-to use a word he enjoyed. The weight of his touch through her coat had been very nice.
Speaking of which, she was getting really warm.
Ehlena unbuttoned herself and took the wool from her shoulders. “Hot in here.”
“Like I said before, I can cool things down for you.”
“No.” She frowned, glancing over at him. “Why are you always cold? Side effects from the dopamine?”
He nodded. “It’s really more why I need the cane. I can’t feel my arms, legs.”
She hadn’t heard of many vampires reacting in that way to the drug, but then, individual reactions were legion. And also the vampire equivalent of Parkinson’s was a nasty disease.
Rehvenge pushed his plate away and the two of them sat in silence for a long while. In the candlelight, he seemed dimmed somehow, his usual energy dialed down, his mood very somber.
“You’re not yourself, either,” she said. “Not that I know you very well, but you seem…”
“How.”
“Like I feel. In a walking coma.”
He chuckled in a short burst. “That is so apt.”
“You want to talk about it-”
“You want something to eat-”
They both laughed and stopped.
Rehvenge shook his head. “Look, let me get you some dessert. It’s the least I can do. And it’s not date food. The candles are out.”
“Actually, you know what?”
“You lied about having eaten before coming and now you’re starving?”
She laughed again. “You got it.”
As his amethyst eyes stared into hers, the air between them changed and she had the sense that he saw so much, too much. Especially as he said in a dark voice, “Will you let me feed you?”
Hypnotized, captivated, she whispered, “Yes. Please.”
His smile revealed long, white fangs. “That is so the answer I was going for.”
What would his blood be like in her mouth, she wondered in a rush.
Rehvenge growled deep in his throat, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. But he took it no further, rising to his great height and going into the kitchen.
By the time he returned with her plate, she’d managed to pull herself together a little bit better, although as he put the food down in front of her, the whiff of spices that drifted around her was too delicious-and had nothing to do with what he’d cooked.
Determined to keep it together, Ehlena put the napkin in her lap and tried the roast beef.
“My God, this is fabulous.”
“Thanks,” Rehv said as he sat down. “It’s the way the doggen in our household have always done it. You get the oven up to four seventy-five and you put the roast in, blast it for a half hour, then turn everything off and let it sit in there. You’re not allowed to open the door to check it. That’s the rule, and you have to trust the process. Two hours later?”
“Heaven.”
“Heaven.”
Ehlena laughed as the same word came out of both of their mouths. “Well, it’s really good. Melts in the mouth.”
“In the interest of full disclosure, lest you think I’m a chef, it’s the only thing I know how to cook.”
“Well, you do one thing perfectly, and that’s more than some people can say.”
He smiled and looked down at the pills. “If I take one of these now, are you going to leave right after dinner?”
“If I say no, will you tell me why you’re so quiet?”
“Tough negotiator.”
“Just making it a two-way street. I told you what’s weighing on me.”
Darkness shadowed his face, tightening his mouth and drawing his brows together. “I can’t talk about it.”
“Sure you can.”
His eyes, now hard, flashed up to her. “Just like you can talk about your father?”
Ehlena dropped her stare to her plate and took special care cutting a piece of meat.
“I’m sorry,” Rehv said. “I…Shit.”
“No, it’s okay.” Even though it wasn’t. “I push too hard sometimes. Great for being in health care. Not so hot when it comes to the personal stuff.”
As silence flared again, she ate faster, thinking she’d go as soon as she finished.
“I’m doing something I’m not proud of,” he said abruptly.