Blood Descent by Treanor Marie

Author:Treanor, Marie [Treanor, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-12-03T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“What are you doing?” Konrad asked suspiciously.

He’d eaten the meal she’d ordered for him, without touching the wine or even looking at her, before locking himself in the bathroom. Maggie had heard the shower running and a lot of water splashing. When he emerged, she saw some damp clothes hanging over the bath.

“Looking for a friend,” Maggie answered.

“To come and free you?” Konrad asked sardonically, lifting one hand to indicate her wrist cuffed to the bed.

“Don’t need a friend for that. I can do it myself.”

“Then why don’t you?”

She shrugged. “If you feel safer with me chained up, I’ll go along with it.”

He stared at her. After a moment, the hard eyes lightened, and a breath of laughter escaped his lips. “Just when I think you can’t get any more annoying.” He snatched the key off the desk and walked toward her.

He leaned over her to the locked handcuffs, and she could see the pulse beating in his throat, smell the rich, alluring blood in his veins. Still a hunter, he kept his throat out of easy reach of her teeth.

He took the cuffs off, and she let her hand fall to her side without rubbing the chafed skin. It would heal quickly enough. Unexpectedly, he sat down on the edge of the bed, facing her.

“You are masking, right?”

“Yes. It’s defensive instinct, although no one knows me here.”

“We’ve pissed off Georges and his friends. I doubt many of them were in Budapest so close to Saloman while they did their thing against Elizabeth, but they could be trying to track you down now.”

“My mask is good.”

Konrad bent and pulled something from his rucksack on the floor. The instrument they’d taken from Georges. “Maybe you can make it stronger.”

Happy enough to play with the toy, Maggie switched it on. She felt a tingle of power. It didn’t make her Supervamp, although it might cover her for odd moments of laxity.

“Do you know what struck me when we took it?” Maggie said. “It picked up our psychic energy as well as Georges’s crews’, even though we weren’t part of that mind union.”

Konrad continued to gaze at her, but his expression didn’t change. So he’d got that too.

“I think,” he said carefully, “something might have happened to it when it fell apart—or when it was rebuilt. Its power is still weak, but the unifying part, however the hell that works, is somehow stronger. Maybe because it collected some of Basilio’s life force when he died.”

Maggie frowned. “How can an inanimate object collect life force?”

“Not sure it’s any different from psychic energy. Let’s fill the thing up, see what we can make it do.”

He laid his hand on the instrument, and Maggie felt the jolt of his mind joining hers. Just for an instant, it felt comfortable, familiar, although she couldn’t put her finger on how. She could guess why, though.

Sometimes, I think you and I must have met before. Your mind feels almost familiar, she told him.

That’s because you’re never out of my bloody head.

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