Night's Honour(48)
He put one slim, strong hand on her arm and gently turned her around. “Enter the room once again, and this time, do so slowly, if you please.”
Ah, that phrase again. It would be her nemesis yet.
Intensely conscious of his touch, she walked back to the door. To her own frustration, she noticed her all too human reactions were out of control again. Her breathing accelerated, along with her heartbeat, and a fine tremor shivered through her hands.
Still, it wasn’t quite from panic. Not quite from terror. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She had no idea why she was reacting so strongly to him, and she had no words to describe it. He simply approached, and all her systems went haywire.
Baffled at herself, she plunged into talk again. “You should know, I’m beginning to develop a conditioned reaction to the phrase ‘if you please.’”
“Are you?” The Vampyre quirked an eyebrow as he kept a smooth pace beside her. “And why is that?”
“Raoul says it all the time, usually just before he slams me to the ground or throws me into a wall.” Reaching the doorway, she used it as an excuse to pull away from his hand as she turned to face him again.
He frowned, his lips drew tight and the small scar at the side of his mouth whitened. Her gaze lingered on it. She had seen that scar whiten once before. It was a tiny tell, and she wasn’t sure what it meant, except that it revealed some kind of deeper emotion.
He said, “I noticed you were moving rather stiffly yesterday evening.”
She knew where his thoughts went, and she met his gray-green gaze. “It’s all right. I’m handling it.”
He shook his head. “You should not have to deal with pain, or handle any discomfort.”
The way he said it made her pause as her perception underwent another small but irrevocable shift. If Xavier refused to take advantage of his human attendants during a blood offering, then the act of the blood offering itself was all for their benefit, not for his. Theoretically, Raoul could draw blood from everyone, and Xavier could get his needs met quite well from a distance.
So he didn’t say what he had because he needed or wanted the blood offering. He said it out of concern for her well-being.
Oh hell, he was going to make her give up the whole concept of “monster” entirely, wasn’t he?
“I understand,” she said softly. “And I’m on my journey toward making that choice. But for now, do you know what I did this morning?”
He studied her. “Raoul told me what happened in the gym. You surprised him.”
“Yes.” She pointed to her own chest. “I did that. Nobody enhanced me, or gave me special powers. I thought the plan up, and I executed it. And because I’ve worked my ass off these last six weeks, I was fast enough to pull it off. Barely, but I did, and that feels nice. I know I’m not where I need to be yet, but for now I feel pretty good about where I’m at.”
His lean jaw angled out slightly, but he refrained from saying anything further. Instead, he stood back. “Fair enough. Now, please go down the hall and come back in. Show me that you know how to walk, not bolt like a runaway horse.”
She sighed but complied. As she walked into the room again, she found that he had moved some distance away. When she paused, he walked toward her, moving with his characteristic seamless, balletic grace. She watched warily as he gave her a slight bow, inclined his head and offered his arm.
“Good evening. May I escort you into dinner?”
She squinted one eye at him. “I’m supposed to be your attendant, not a guest. Attendants are supposed to be invisible and anticipate your every need, not be escorted in to dinner.”
He sighed. “Well, I do not see any evidence of you anticipating my every need at the moment.”
“Didn’t you ask me to walk out and come back in?” she said. “And didn’t I do it?”
He looked at her in exasperation. “For the love of God, querida, do not argue over every little thing. Just go along with this.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, stung. Gingerly she put her hand into the crook of his elbow, feeling the bulk of hard muscle move underneath the cloth of his jacket like a panther’s muscles shifting underneath its fur.
He led her around the table, smoothly matching his longer stride to hers. “If you were attending me at a function, what would you do?”
“How many attendants do you have with you?”
They reached where one of two formal dinner settings had been laid, and she waited while he pulled out the chair for her, then sat.
He said, “For this hypothetical scenario, I have just you in attendance.”
“Then I would keep pace a few steps behind you until we reached the room.” She watched him walk to the place setting on the opposite side of the table and sit. “After you sat down, I would take the position just behind your chair, so I could serve you wine or whatever else you might need. If this was a function without a banquet table, where people stood to mingle, I would find a place against a wall to stand and watch until I’m needed.”