Be Still My Vampire Heart(105)

 

He stumbled back as if he'd been wounded.

 

"I'm not taking it anymore." Emma turned to Giacomo. "Will you help me teleport to England? Tonight?"

 

"Anything for amore." Giacomo grinned. "There are two places he could be—either his office in Edinburgh or in London."

 

"You'd better go to London," Darcy warned.

 

"Of course." Giacomo's dark eyes twinkled. "Edinburgh would be… awkward."

 

"Why?" Emma stepped toward him.

 

Giacomo shrugged. "That is where Angus has stashed his harem, and I doubt—"

 

"His what?" Emma shrieked.

 

Giacomo winced. "Oops."

 

Darcy groaned. "Way to go, Jack. Emma, it's not as bad as it looks."

 

"You think not? The bloody man has a harem!" Emma's heart thundered loud in her ears. Was this why he was refusing to see her? Why would he want one vampire girlfriend when he already had a freaking harem?

 

She crumpled the note in her fist and tossed it across the room. "Take me to London now, Giacomo. Angus is going to talk to me whether he likes it or not."

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 24

 

 

 

 

Angus wandered quietly into the nursery at Romatech. Shanna had wanted a nursery next to her dental office, so she could tend the baby and the occasional patient, and Roman had readily agreed, for he liked having his family close by. She was busy changing the baby's diaper, and the mirror over the table reflected both her and the bairn.

 

Of course Angus didn't show up, so he cleared his throat to let Shanna know he was there.

 

She turned her head. "Angus!" Her smile started off joyful, but quickly faded to a look of concern.

 

He was used to that now. People looked at him like he was some sort of ghost. He felt like one, a shadow without a soul.

 

Shanna's gaze shifted back to the baby. "I didn't know you were in town."

 

"I just arrived."

 

She snapped the baby's outfit around his chubby legs. "Are you staying at the townhouse?"

 

"Aye." He could see her frowning in the mirror.

 

"That's good. Stay as long as you like. You… probably shouldn't be alone right now."

 

Did she think he was suicidal? Why kill something that was already dead? His body still functioned, but his heart had shriveled from constant aching, and his mind was worthless.

 

He'd tried to get some work done at his London office, but he couldn't concentrate. It was so bad, he was considering passing the business on to Robby. Every time Angus tried to look at a report, it blurred before his eyes. All he ever saw was a mental picture of Emma releasing her last breath of life. The image haunted him. It was the last thing he saw before slipping into death-sleep, and it greeted him each time he awakened.

 

He choked on his meals and could barely swallow. It always tasted like the last drop of blood he'd taken from Emma. He roamed from one place to another—Paris, London, New York — but there was no escape from what he'd done.

 

He handed Shanna a package wrapped in brown paper. "I brought this for the bairn."

 

"Oh, how sweet!" Shanna showed the package to Constantine. "Look! Uncle Angus brought you a present!"

 

The baby waved his arms and legs.

 

Shanna ripped off the paper, opened the box, and dug through the tissue. Her eyes widened as she pulled out a small pouch of black moleskin. "Oh, it's… lovely. Thank you."

 

"Ye're welcome."

 

Her blue eyes twinkled as she gave him a devious look. "So, you gave him a… purse?"

 

Even that didn't get a rise out of him. "'Tis a sporran for a young lad."

 

"Ah." Shanna opened it and removed the tissue paper from inside. "This will actually come in very handy. He can use it to carry around little toys or… a small chemistry set."

 

She made a face. "Roman's already bought him one."

 

"I would suggest duct tape."

 

Shanna laughed and gave him a hug. "Thank you. It was a very thoughtful gift."

 

He nodded. Now that he'd delivered the present, he didn't know what to do with himself. Shanna picked up Constantine and swayed gently from side to side. "Does Roman know you're here?"

 

He shrugged. "I doona think so."

 

"I'll get him. And don't make fun of his hair."

 

"What?" Angus stiffened when she shoved the baby into his arms.

 

"Watch the baby till I get back." She rushed from the room.

 

"But—wait!" Angus experienced a moment of sheer panic. What was she thinking, handing him a wee baby? He hadn't held one in five hundred years. His heart raced, pounding in his ears. What if he dropped the wee thing?