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Vampire Most Wanted(56)

By:Lynsay Sands


            Divine felt pretty good after her shower, even better when she walked back out into the bedroom and spotted the clean clothes folded neatly and placed on the end of the bed. The fact that the blankets she’d tossed aside on waking lay half over them told her they’d been there when she’d got up and hadn’t been brought in while she’d showered. Jackie was obviously not only thoughtful, but the organized type, figuring out what needed doing and doing it before it was needed. Divine appreciated that.

            Dropping her towel, she picked up the clothes and began to pull them on, surprised to find there were still tags on everything. Pretty pink panties, a matching bra, a flowy skirt in deep red similar to one of her own skirts that had probably gone up in flames, and a white peasant blouse with red stitching along the neckline that suggested it was Mexican in origin. There was a large skirt scarf too, but without the coins that she’d sewn onto her own scarf. There was also a pair of high-heeled, knee-high black boots.

            It wasn’t as elaborate as the costumes she usually wore as Madame Divine, but it would do and she appreciated the effort put into the outfit.

            Once dressed, Divine grabbed the towel and returned to the bathroom to hang it over the shower door to dry. She then looked around in the drawers and found a brand-new toothbrush in its wrapper, toothpaste, and a brush. She used all three items to make herself more presentable, and then walked back out to strip the bed.

            There was a mattress protector, she saw with relief. So only the linens would have to be thrown out. No amount of washing would remove the stench and stains from a healing. After a glance at the windows showed her that it was early evening, the sun just setting, Divine rolled the pillowcases inside the sheets, picked up the bundle, and headed out of the room in search of Marcus and her hosts, sure that if they weren’t already up, they would be soon.

            The murmur of voices coming from below as she descended the stairs told her someone was up. Divine followed the sound up the hallway toward the kitchen, but slowed as she reached the door when she heard Marcus ask, “Lucian said he was coming here? Why? We don’t know that she’s Basha.”

            “I presume that’s why,” Vincent said, and she could imagine him shrugging as he said it. “To find out if she is.”

            There was a brief silence and then Jackie said, “Don’t worry, Marcus. Whether she is Basha or not, there is no way she is in league with Leonius. Lucian will see that. He got the wrong information. She would never be in league with him after the things he did to her.”

            “What the hell did he do to her?” Marcus growled, and the frustration in his voice suggested it wasn’t the first time he’d asked the question.

            “I told you, that’s not for me to say. You’ll have to ask Divine,” Jackie responded solemnly.

            Divine turned slowly away from the door and moved silently back up the hall. She carried the sheets all the way back up to the room she’d woken in, set them on the bed, and then simply stood there for a moment, her mind racing.

            Lucian was coming.

            The thought terrified her despite Vincent and Jackie’s reassurances to Marcus that everything would be well. The man was as much of a monster as Leonius had been. While Leonius had haunted her nightmares, Lucian had haunted her waking hours. The fear of his finding her, of his killing her and Damian. She’d been hiding from the man for more than two millennia. It was ingrained now and her mind was screaming at her to run and hide. But a lifetime of training kept her from simply running willy-nilly. That rarely led to good results.

            Stop, think, plan, Divine told herself. He wasn’t here yet. She had time. She had to do this all carefully, figure out where to run to, and where she could hide.

            Carnivals wouldn’t be safe anymore, they’d look for her there. She’d have to give up that life, but then she’d seen the end of that coming anyway. Hoskins was one of a dwindling number of self-owned carnivals left in the industry. Big corporations were moving in, buying them up, and taking them over as they did everything else.