Be Still My Vampire Heart(60)

 

She rounded the desk and saw that a new message had arrived. The message was from Mikhail. The subject—E. Wallace's parents.

 

Her heart stuttered. Her parents? She clicked the message open.

 

Still investigating the murders of E. Wallace's parents. Attaching a list of all known Malcontents in Moscow during that summer.

 

Emma's heart raced as she opened the attachment. A list of eighteen names appeared. She recognized only one name—Ivan Petrovsky, and he was already dead. Of the remaining seventeen, two had to be her parents' murderers.

 

Seventeen vampires. Could she kill that many? Did she have any choice?

 

She clicked on Print and straightened.

 

"Did ye find something useful?" Angus asked softly.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 14

 

 

 

 

The fleeting look of guilt on Emma's face did little to soothe the pain twisting in Angus's gut. How could she? How could she writhe under his touch, scream with pleasure, then spy on him at the first chance?

 

As the whir of the printer started, Emma raised her chin defiantly. "This is information about my parents. You said you would share it with me."

 

"Did a message arrive from my operative in Moscow?"

 

"If you're referring to Mikhail, yes."

 

"Then apparently ye're more up to date than I am."

 

"Why shouldn't I be? They're my parents."

 

"And that was my e-mail on my computer." He dropped her clothes and backpack on the red velvet chaise. "I hope ye have yer cell phone here somewhere." It certainly hadn't been on her body. He'd explored every inch of that.

 

"It's in my backpack. Why?" She removed the paper from the printer.

 

He tamped down on the anger growing inside him. "Sean Whelan will be calling ye any second now. He's downstairs and refuses to leave until he knows ye're all right. He thinks I'm holding ye prisoner and torturing you."

 

"Oh." A light blush dusted her cheeks. The afghan around her waist loosened, and she dropped the paper on the desk to adjust her makeshift skirt. "What did you tell him?"

 

Angus gritted his teeth. She was so damned lovely when she blushed. "I lied. I told him I'd taken ye home."

 

A jangling sound came from her backpack. She dashed around the desk to the chaise and unzipped her backpack. The phone continued its annoying musical phrase.

 

"Shit," she muttered as she rummaged through the backpack. The afghan slipped just as she located her phone.

 

He caught the afghan around her hips.

 

"Thanks," she breathed, then opened her phone. "Hello?"

 

Angus yanked the afghan off. Her mouth opened with indignation.

 

"Oh, hello, Sean," she spoke into the phone while giving Angus an annoyed look.

 

He stepped back, dropped the afghan on the desk, and picked up the paper she'd printed.

 

"I'm fine." She glowered at Angus. "Perfectly dandy."

 

He leaned against the desk, examining the list of names Mikhail had sent. They were all Malcontents who had been in Moscow the summer Emma's parents had been murdered.

 

Angus wondered if he'd overreacted to her snooping. It was natural for her to be curious about her parents. How could she have resisted such a message?

 

He could hear Sean Whelan's strident voice on the other end of Emma's phone.

 

"No, he didn't harm me." She smoothed down the tail ends of her shirt as if to make sure all her private parts were covered. When she glanced up, Angus winked at her. She made a face and turned her back to him.

 

He cocked his head, admiring the sweet curve where her upper thighs met her rounded arse. A man didn't need to be undead to want to sink his teeth into that glorious flesh.

 

"He took me home, using teleportation," Emma continued to talk to Sean. "No, I'm fine. I felt a little woozy, but that's all. And they took Garrett home, too. What happened to you?"

 

Angus winced as he heard Sean's tirade on evil experiments, his victimized daughter, and the demon baby she would deliver in a few days.

 

Emma glanced back at Angus with a worried look. "I don't know what to say, Sean. We can only hope for the best."

 

She leaned over to examine the clothes Angus had deposited on the chaise. He tilted his head more to the side. What a view.

 

"There's nothing more you can do right now." She leaned over more. "I'm sure they'll let you go. They let me go."

 

Angus tilted more. Good God, he could see heaven.

 

"All right. Good-bye." She closed her phone and dropped it in the backpack. "Sean says the Scotsman is escorting him to his car. But there's another problem. I can't find my underwear." She glanced back, then straightened with a jerk.