Faris continued to smile. “Do you know how vampires share information?”
I tried to swallow; I did, but I had no spit left.
Did it matter that he was going to kill me, then Alex, and put Pamela into some sort of servitude? Yes, it did matter, yet I couldn’t stop myself.
“I’m going to go with smoke signal for the win.”
“Do you ever learn?”
I did my best to shrug. “Only when I want to.”
His lips pulled back from his fangs. “I want to share with you all I know, Rylee. It’s a gift, one I do not bestow lightly. Even Milly hasn’t gained this honor.”
“I’ll pass. You go give your cooties to someone else.”
Even if he bit me, he couldn’t turn me. But I had a bad feeling that it wasn’t a bite I was about to get. Faris’ tongue flicked out over the tip of his left fang, drawing blood. With an infinite slowness, his head lowered to mine, his one hand held my jaw still, and his body easily kept mine pinned to the wall.
“Relax, Tracker, this will only hurt a little bit,” he murmured as his lips covered mine, the taste of coppery sweet blood coating the inside of my mouth. His power washed out over me, and I responded to the heat of his kiss, my mind blank as to why I shouldn’t. He let go of my hands, and I didn’t push him away, instead twinning my fingers through his hair and pulling him tight against me. The taste of his blood was sweet like honey and I couldn’t get enough of it or him. His arousal pressed against my belly and I squirmed, wanting more of what he had, what he was forgotten under the haze of what he was doing to me.
His fingers slid down my arms, taking one hand and shifting it between us, placing it over his hardness, groaning as my fingers clenched on him.
And then the world around me scattered, pain lighting up my nerve endings for a single heartbeat before I was inside his memories.
*-*-*-*
O’Shea had no fucking idea where he was. London, yes, but other than that his senses had been completely turned around. When they’d reached the carriage, Milly laid a spell on him blocking his sight and hearing. Except for his nose, which kept on picking up the scent of fish, he had nothing to rely on.
His gut still churned from what had happened at the police station. The look on Rylee’s face, the fact that he’d charged her and could have killed her if Milly had commanded him too. There had to be a way for him to stop this. He had to believe that he could break this spell or he’d go mad.
Finally a gust of new air washed in and around him; likely Milly had opened the door. Not that he could do anything about it anyway—commanded as he was not to move. Ocean air filled his nostrils followed by a sharp tang of men’s sweat, diesel fuel and fish. Lots and lots of fish. They were either on the docks or very close.
With a blinding flash, he could see and hear, the noise of the docks making him cringe—or they would have if he’d been able to move. Yes, they were on the docks, a large boat trimmed in red and black waited directly ahead of them. The Saint Marie II.#p#分页标题#e#
“Come along, Liam.” Milly called over her shoulder as she headed toward the boat.
Come along? Could he circumvent that? He took a step toward her and then one to the side. Yup, he could do this his way. With her back to him, confident in her spell, she couldn’t see what he was up to; this might be the only chance he got. Zig zagging he tested the limits of what he could do. As long as he went in her general direction, he could go side to side. On the far left was a vendor selling wax candles and a thought popped into his head. Would the torc work if his ears were plugged?
He ran hard for the candle maker, feeling the tension of the torc on his neck increase the further from Milly he got. Literally at the end of his leash, his throat tensed, squeezing shut on his breath.
“Liam!”
Shit, she was on to him. One last heave and he leapt toward the candle maker’s stand, sending the entire wares and the shop owner crashing to the ground. Fumbling in the mess, while the shop owner screeched creating a perfect diversion, he grabbed a chunk of soft wax and tucked it into the hole in the waistband of his khakis. It would have to wait for later, but it gave him a bit of hope that perhaps Milly hadn’t bested him yet.
There was no way he was going to just lay down and let her win, not with his life, and more importantly, Rylee’s on the line.
*-*-*-*
Faris’ memories were not what I expected.
In fact, there was no blood, no gore, no tearing of throats or even mutilated bodies.
I was at a ball, one of those old school, big fluffed-up dresses kind of balls. Blinking, I stared around me, knowing that I wasn’t there, not really. A waltz played in the background, smooth and elegant; it seemed to be keyed to the dancers instead of the other way around. All of the couples who swept past me were vampires, the tilt of their heads, the tips of fangs glimpsed and then gone, showing me clearly what I was looking at. They weren’t trying to hide what they were. The thing is, there were only about thirty couples, which meant that every goddamned vampire in the world was attending this soiree.