She set her plate down next to mine and took my hand. “You know you can tell me anything.”
I nodded as a tear slid slowly down my cheek. “Rosa, I don’t know how to say this, but Steven and I had been having problems for a while …”
“Well, no wonder, with him cheating on you like that …”
“That’s not everything,” I cut her off. I took a deep breath, and then continued, “Rosa, I had an affair with another man the weekend before Steven died.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. Rosa just listened, saying nothing. “Then, Steven found out about it and confronted me right in the middle of having sex.”
“He what?!”
I nodded. “Yeah, that’s right,” I said. “I went in to work, mainly to give myself time to think everything through. Then, he went away for the weekend and so did I … with Lance. When I came back home, Steven never c
“Well, there she is!” Rosa greeted me when I walked through the hospital doors, ready for work. She had called me often while I was out, checking on me and making sure that I was okay, letting me cry or laugh when I needed to, in addition to dragging me out of the house this morning. If she hadn’t visited me the day before, I probably wouldn’t have been back at the hospital now.“Morning, Rosa,” I said cheerfully. I was surprised that I didn’t have to fake it. “What do we have going on this morning?”“Leila, are you okay?” Rosa asked, ignoring my question as concern filled her eyes.“Oh, no! Now don’t start that!” I said, reaching for a chart. “Who was it that came to my house last night, bearing Chinese food, telling me to get my ass back to work?” I joked. I looked at the chart and said, “I appreciate your concern, but please don’t treat me like I’
I walked down the hallway after leaving Ms. Johnston’s room, thinking about what she had told me, as shock and disbelief filled my body. I just couldn’t bring myself to think that a vampire I had an affair with was responsible for my husband’s death. Could Lance have killed Steven to get to me? I suddenly remembered what he had said: that he didn’t want to share. I shuttered at the thought as tears came to my eyes. If this was true, then I was indirectly responsible for my husband’s … and his mistress’ … deaths. I quickly pushed the thought aside, unable to accept it. It was just too much. I couldn’t let my mind go down that slippery slope. If I did, my heart would go so far into a pit that I feared it would never recover.Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach at the thought. I covered my mouth quickly and ran to the bathroom, then threw up everything that was in my stomach into the toilet.No, I refused to believe
“Leila, you don’t know that it was him,” she said in a low voice, sympathetically patting my arm. “It was just an unfortunate accident …”“But what if it was him?” I asked, cutting her off. “What if he caused the accident to get to me? To get rid of Steven? I don’t know if I could live with …”“Now, stop,” she said, forcing me to look into her eyes. “Stop that kind of talk right now! You’re sounding like a crazy person! You don’t know that was what happened. Here. Take a drink.” She pushed my coffee cup closer to me. “You just can’t think like that. How do you know that it was him? How do you know that it was intentional? The chances of him doing this on purpose …”“Rosa, he was looking directly at Steven’s car …”“That still doesn’t prove anything,” she interrupted. “A man
I finished my shift, despite the protestations of Leo and Rosa to go home, and I didn’t see Lance for the rest of the day. I wondered what Rosa had inadvertently done. I remembered the look of hurt and anger in Lance’s eyes as he walked away, and the most prominent of his emotions was the latter. You don’t upset a vampire and live to tell about it.“Are you sure that you’re going to be all right?” Rosa asked, pulling me in for a quick hug, something that she usually didn’t do at work.“Yeah, Rosa, I’ll be fine,” I said, smiling, then added, “Stop being such a mother hen!”“When you grow up, then I’ll stop mothering you,” she teased, patting my shoulder. “If you need anything, I’m just a phone call away.”“I’ll be fine, but thanks, Rosa,” I said appreciatively.“Don’t mention it,” she said.“Hey
He watched me, waiting to see what I was going to do, I guessed, but I didn’t pay attention. I walked in the darkness to the edge of the dam, lit up with white lights. It was truly a beautiful sight. Lance walked over and stood slightly behind me.“What was that all about at the hospital today?” Lance asked calmly, taking in the view.“Rosa thinks that you need to stop stalking me at work,” I said flatly.“What do you think?”“I just need for you to answer one question,” I said without looking behind me.“What is it?” he asked in a low voice, stepping closer.I turned around to look directly into his eyes. “Did you kill my husband?”Every emotion flitted quickly across his face from hurt, to anger, to disbelief. He swiftly composed his features, and then asked, “Why did you ask that?” There was hurt and anger prevalent in his voice.I took
“Who was he before he became a vampire?” I asked, not sure why.“I think he should be the one to tell you his story. After all, it’s not mine to tell,” she said, watching the castle.I nodded, and then smiled without humor as I shook my head in disbelief. “I’m sure that he wants nothing to do with me after tonight.”“What happened?” Charlotte asked, turning her eyes toward mine.I took a deep breath. “I accused him of killing my husband.”“What?” she asked, confused. “What evidence do you have?”I looked at Charlotte, wondering how much to tell her, not wanting to put Ms. Johnston in danger. After a moment, I relented and told her the story, but left her name out of it. Actually, it felt good to talk about it.“And you immediately thought of Lance?” she asked, her eyes giving nothing away.“Well, she described him t
I countered, taking a step toward the front of the car. He took another step around the car, away from the back door leading to the kitchen, just as I had hoped. “Oh? Have we met?” I asked, trying to sound casual.The man smiled, taking another step toward me as I stepped away. He seemed to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse. “A few weeks ago … in the castle … do you not remember?” he asked, clearly amused.Then, the realization of what he was set in: he was a vampire. Suddenly, a million ways to kill him ran through my mind … a stake through the heart … decapitation … silver … no, that was werewolves … or was it vampires? “Oh, I remember you!” I lied, trying to distract him, sounding matter of fact. “Well, of course you know I’m with Lance.”He shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said, taking another step closer to me. “You were
“You need to lie down,” Lance said, eying my pale features then walked back into the kitchen.I shook my head. “No, I’m fine,” I replied, then walked over to the kitchen counter. “Sorry. I usually have a stronger stomach than this.”Lance laughed. “You just killed a vampire. You’re probably in shock.” He pulled out a chair and forced me to take a seat. Then, he opened a few cabinet doors and pulled the coffee jar and filters from a shelf, then rinsed out the coffee pot and filled it with water. Surprisingly, he knew his way around my kitchen very well.“Who was that and why was he here?” I asked, taking a deep breath, trying to steady myself as another wave of cold sweats washed over me. Lance was probably right. I was probably going into shock. I concentrated on steadying my breathing.“He was one of my men,” he said through gritted teeth, pouring the water into the coffe