Sexiest Vampire Alive(6)
No one was sure how Sean would react to becoming the creature he hated the most, but Shanna had begged her husband to save him. Sean had been a vampire less than a week now, but he appeared to be taking it in stride. Apparently his desire to survive was stronger than his desire to kill Vamps.
“Sit down, please.” Roman motioned to the end of the table.
A mile away from them? Why did he feel like a lab rat in one of Roman’s scientific experiments? Gregori took a seat and rested his forearms on the table. “So do you need my help coordinating emergency shelters?”
“Nay,” Angus said.
“Each Coven Master is responsible for the safety of the Vamps in his region,” Roman explained. “I appreciate your help with my area. I’ve been . . . distracted with other matters.”
Gregori nodded and adjusted his cuff links. “Then you devised a plan of action?”
Roman gestured to his father-in-law. “Sean is using his government contacts to negotiate a deal.”
“We’re waiting on approval from the president,” Sean said. “I’ve arranged for us to meet with the president and his advisors tonight after sunset.”
“What kind of deal are you talking about?” Gregori asked.
“Basically, we’re asking the government to declare the vampire video a hoax and state categorically that vampires do not exist,” Sean explained.
“So the government would lie to the people,” Gregori muttered. “That’s new for a change.”
Roman frowned disapprovingly at him. “Surely you can understand why we need this lie.”
Sean leaned toward Angus and whispered, “He won’t do.”
“Aye, he will,” Angus insisted quietly.
The prickle on Gregori’s neck crept down his spine.
“Sean, the sun will rise soon,” Roman said quietly. “You should see Shanna and the children while you still can.”
Sean glared at his son-in-law, then slowly rose to his feet. “Don’t think you can leave me out of the loop.”
“We appreciate your help,” Roman told him. “We’ll let you know our final decision.”
Sean snorted, then glanced at Gregori. “I’ll talk to you tonight after sunset.” He strode from the room.
Gregori watched the door shut, then turned back to face Roman. “I won’t be here. I’m shooting a commercial for Blardonnay.”
“They’ll have to do it without you,” Roman said.
Gregori sat back. “But they need—”
“Like Sean said, we need approval from the president,” Roman added.
Gregori shrugged. “What has that—”
“Is it true that all your meals have been bottled?” Jean-Luc interrupted him.
What? What did his eating habits have to do with this?
“You’re very young for a Vamp,” Jean-Luc explained. “By the time you were transformed, we already had synthetic blood. So are we correct in assuming you’ve taken all your meals from bottles?”
What the hell? They were on the verge of a Vampire Apocalypse and these guys wanted to tease him again for being a bottle-fed baby?
“Lad,” Angus grumbled impatiently. “We need to know if ye’ve ever bitten anyone.”
He moved his hands into his lap so they wouldn’t see him clenching his fists. “My fangs work just fine.”
Zoltan leaned forward. “Then you have bitten someone?”
This was getting too damned personal. “I have never bitten for food. And I’ve never bitten a mortal.”
“Good. I thought so.” Roman nodded approvingly, then glanced at the other CMs. “Gregori has always taken the Romatech mission statement quite seriously. Make the world safe for mortals and Vamps alike.”
“Ye have never given a mortal reason to fear you?” Angus asked.
Gregori’s jaw shifted. Did they think he was some kind of wimp? “I’m sure I have, but they don’t remember it. I always wipe memories and clean up after myself.”
Roman nodded again. “For a young Vamp, Gregori has shown an impressive talent for mind control.”
Again with how young he was. Gregori gritted his teeth. Next they would congratulate him for being potty trained.
“He also has an excellent track record for getting a job done,” Roman continued.
Gregori arched a brow. “Am I applying for a new job?”
“Have you ever fought in battle?” Zoltan pressed. “Ever killed anyone?”
Gregori glared at him. “Why? Are you looking for an assassin? I left my résumé at home with my AK–47.”
Angus chuckled. “Ye’re no’ a killer, lad.”
Don’t push me. Gregori shoved back his chair and stood. First Simone had called him a coward, and now these guys were insinuating it. “Enough with the bullshit. You guys know I never fought in battle. I wanted to. I trained for it, but Roman promised my mom he’d never put me at risk. I went along with it for her sake, but that doesn’t mean I need to grow a pair. If there’s a fight in our future, you can count on me.”