Stephan couldn't understand how Aya had managed to evade him for years, he was getting rusty.He was tired of working with the German mafia, he needed a new plan.He flipped through the unopened mail on his desk. Electric bill. Gas bill. Here was a stack that was postmarked several weeks ago. He shrugged. What was three weeks when you were more than nine hundred years old? Besides, he hated being connected to the mundane, mortal world.He ripped open the first envelope. Oh, his lucky day. He was eligible for life insurance. Morons. He tossed it into the trash.An ivory envelope caught his eye. Return address— Baaltech Industries. A growl vibrated low in his throat. He had the envelope and contents almost completely torn in two when he paused. Why would that accursed Malcolm Baal send him mail? They weren't even speaking to each other.Stephan removed the card and laid the two halves side by side on his desk.
it was a shame mortals needed so much blasted light to see. Malcolm closed his eyes against the glare of the overhead lamp. He was stretched out flat on his back in the dental office with an infantile bib around his neck. At least, so far, the mind control was working. He could hear Aya moving about with robotlike efficiency. As long as he kept everything calm and controlled, the procedure should be a success. Nothing could be allowed to jolt Aya out of what she thought was a dream."Open." Her voice was quiet and monotone.He felt a sharp prick in his gums. He opened his eyes. She was removing a syringe from his mouth."What was that?""A local anesthetic, so you won't feel any pain."Too late. The shot itself had caused pain. But Malcolm had to admit that dentistry had come a long way since his last encounter with the profession. As a young child, he'd seen the village barber wrenching out people's rotten teeth
She dropped the gloves on the tray, then closed her eyes. Slowly she swayed to the side."Aya?" Malcolm stood. He caught her as her legs gave out."What's wrong?" Gustavo grabbed for a button, but there was none left. "It was all going so well.""It's fine. She's sleeping." Malcolm laid her on the dental chair. He'd done this to her, telling her that once the job was finished, she would sleep soundly for ten hours."I'd better call Jacob." Gustavo withdrew his phone from his pocket and headed for the waiting room.Malcolm leaned over Aya. "I'm proud of you, sweetness." He brushed her hair back from her brow. "I shouldn't have told you to fall asleep afterward. What I really wanted was for you to throw your arms around me and give me a passionate kiss. That would have been so much better."He ran a fingertip along her jaw. Ten hours she would sleep. That would make her wake up around four in
She'd slept with a corpse. Granted, the few men she'd shared a bed with in the past hadn't exactly set the world on fire. And after a while, they generally walked away, never to return. Aya had never considered their mobility a plus before.Even after her earth-shattering screech, Malcolm was still lying there, peaceful as ever. He had to be dead. No, dammit!She screamed again.The door slammed open. She jumped and turned all at once."What's wrong?" The man she had seen earlier in the hallway was now standing outside the door, a pistol in his hand.Aya pointed at the bed. "Malcolm Baal is… dead.""What?" The man slid his gun back into its holster."He's dead!" Aya pointed once more at the bed. "I woke up and found him in my bed. Dead."With a worried look, the man approached the bed. "Oh." His frown vanished. "No problem, miss.He's not dead."
Elizabeth's eyes widened. "That is not what I meant."Aya grimaced. "I might have overdosed him. Or I was too heavy for him to carry. Either way, I think I killed him.""Don't be silly, child. Why do you blame yourself?""I don't know. It's what I do, I guess." Aya's eyes filled with tears once again. "I blame myself for what happened to Karen. I should have helped her somehow. She was still alive when I found her.""She was your young friend who died in the restaurant?"Aya sniffed and nodded her head."I am so sorry. I know this is hard for you to believe, but once the anesthesia wears off, Malcolm will wake up, and you will see for yourself that he is perfectly fine."With a groan, Aya sprawled onto the couch."You like him very much, don't you?"Aya sighed, staring at the ceiling. "Yes, I do, but I don't have much hope for a lasting relationship
Malcolm Baal woke up with no memory of how he had returned to his bed. He was lying on top of the suede comforter with his clothes and shoes still on. He ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth. The wire splint was still there. He felt the fang with his fingers. Solid. Of course, he wasn't sure if the fang could still extend and retract, and it would be impossible to put it to test as long as the tooth was wired in place. He'd have to convince Aya to remove the splint.After a quick shower, he threw on a bathrobe and padded into his office to check for messages.Elizabeth's spidery handwriting caught his eye. She'd completed the shopping for Aya. Good. She was going to Baal corp early to make sure everything was ready for the Vampire Ball. Since she was now working night and day, she felt she deserved another raise. Another one? Fine.Van Nilsen and Henri Guisan, northern and southern europe coven masters, were due to arrive a
Aya was trying hard to mask the pain. She really did care about him, and he was fumbling about like an idiot, frightening her during the day, and now hurting her feelings. He had so damned little experience with mortal females.The microwave dinged once more. He strode toward the machine and yanked the plug from the socket. There, it would stop tempting him with warm blood. Unfortunately, Aya presented a temptation much harder to resist. She was fresh."I'd better be going now." She retreated to the office door. "I… I'm happy you're alive, and that your tooth is fine. And I appreciate your protection and all the nice… gifts, which I really can't keep.""Aya."She reached for the doorknob. "You're a busy man, so I'll stay out of your way. In fact, I'll be leaving—""Aya, wait." He moved toward her. "I need to explain."She refused to look at him. "There's no need.""Yes, there is. Last n
On the way down the stairs, Aya's thoughts centered on Malcolm. Thank God he was alive! The question now was should she stay under his protection or make other arrangements with Bob Mendoza? It was very tempting to stay with Malcolm. She'd never felt so attracted to a man. Or so intrigued.She sauntered into the kitchen and found Erling at the sink, rinsing out bottles and setting them in the dishwasher."Are you all right, ?""Sure." She noticed a box of Band-Aids that was sitting on the counter. "Did you cut yourself?""Nay. I thought ye might be needing one." He peered closely at her neck. "Och, a silver chain.That'll protect you.""Malcolm gave it to me." Aya admired the antique crucifix."Yeah, he's a good man." Erling swept the box of Band-Aids into a drawer. "I should not have doubted him."Aya opened a cabinet. "Where do you keep your glasses?"