“They’re fine, but their mother isn’t,” Emma explained. “She called Caitlyn, and apparently, she was screaming and terribly distraught—”
“Darlene is never distraught!” Sean Whelan shouted in the background. “She’s always perfectly calm!”
“Well, she isn’t calm now,” Emma told him. “Gregori, Roman’s coming back soon. Caitlyn and Shanna are meeting their mother here at Romatech.”
“All right.” Gregori hung up, wondering what was wrong with Sean Whelan’s wife. Maybe she’d finally figured out what a jerk he was.
He stuffed the stress ball in his pocket, and strode to the main foyer.
The night shift at Romatech was small compared to the large number of mortals who worked during the day, but he had warned them that the president’s daughter would be touring the facility. The marble floors had been polished, the offices and laboratories tidied up. He’d arranged for the cafeteria to be kept open late, and a gourmet chef had been brought in to cook a few of his specialties.
Phineas had requested the night off, so he could return to DVN with Madison. He’d called earlier to report Josh was watching him like a hawk. Gregori supposed Charles would be coming with Abigail.
He punched the code on the security pad by the front door to unlock it, then stepped outside to wait. A light rain had left the black-topped parking lot wet and gleaming under the lampposts. As usual, his gaze drifted to the spot where his life as a mortal had ended eighteen years ago. Casimir had attacked him and left him dying on the dark asphalt.
Then there was the other spot where he’d been caught in the blast of a car bomb set by the Malcontents. There’d been a church service that night in the Romatech chapel, led by Father Andrew. The chapel was a sad and empty place now, just a vase of flowers on the altar in memory of the mortal priest who had become a father to them all.
Gregori sighed. Everyone was glad Casimir was finally dead, but the cost had been too high.
His gaze wandered back to the first spot where he’d been transformed. Twice he’d cheated death in this parking lot. You’re not immortal, you fool. He could die as easily as Father Andrew. He should stop playing at life and make his life mean something. But what gave life meaning?
Father Andrew would have said love.
Headlights flashed in the distance, pulsating like a strobe light as a limo passed through the wooded grounds.
Abigail.
She was coming. His heart squeezed with a knot of longing.
The limo came to a stop under the porte cochere. While Charles climbed out of the driver’s seat, Gregori opened the back door.
“Step back, please.” Charles gave him a stern look, then rushed over to assist Abigail.
Gregori moved back. Apparently Charles had been warned that the lusty vampire wanted to jump on Abigail like a rabid dog.
Unfortunately, the minute he saw her emerge from the limo, he did want to get his paws on her. He had to swallow hard to keep from drooling. And it wasn’t like she was dressed in a sexy outfit. She was wearing jeans, a navy and green plaid blouse, and a green raincoat.
She was beautiful.
The mist in the air had made her hair curlier, her cheeks rosier, and her skin look even more dewy soft. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked around.
He inclined his head. “Welcome to Romatech, Scholar.”
She smiled. “The place is huge! And the grounds are beautiful. I’m already impressed.”
“Great.” Gregori swiped his ID to unlock the front door, then followed them inside the foyer.
“I’ve noticed several cameras,” Charles said as he watched Gregori punch in the code to reactivate the locks. “Is there a security problem here?”
Gregori considered how to respond, then decided honesty would be best. “We’ve been bombed a few times.”
Abigail gasped. “Why? Synthetic blood saves thousands of lives. Who could object to that?”
“The Malcontents,” Gregori explained. “They hate synthetic blood. They figure if they can get rid of Romatech, they can force Vamps to go back to biting.”
Charles frowned. “If Miss Tucker is in danger, then we should leave.”
“She’ll be safe,” Gregori reassured him. “We have an excellent security force. Would you like to see their office?”
“Yes.” Charles nodded.
Gregori led them down the hall on the left. He reached in his pocket to squeeze the stress ball. The damned Secret Service man was hovering close to Abigail. At this rate, he’d never get some time alone with her to know how she truly felt.
“Our security is provided by MacKay Security and Investigation,” he explained. “The CEO is Angus MacKay. If you have a secret mission in mind, he can provide you with the best operatives in the Vamp world.”