Blood Ties Book Three: Ashes to Ashes by Jennifer Armintrout

Author:Jennifer Armintrout
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MIRA Books
Published: 2007-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Thirteen: Triangle

“That’s him, it has to be.”

I ignored Cyrus’s declaration of certainty. He’d spotted Clarence at least five times since we’d parked a discreet distance from the mansion.

“That’s not him.” I barely had to open my eyes to tell. “What is the matter with you? Did you never look at the man?”

“I looked at him,” Cyrus admitted a little sheepishly. “But not often.”

“Because you’re a stuck-up, imperialistic bastard.” I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. It wasn’t because I hadn’t had enough sleep. It just made it easier to ignore Cyrus if I could pretend to be unconscious.

The dream had really screwed up my head. Even he, shameless though he was, felt it. Now that I was blood tied to him again, the old attraction returned with a vengeance. But it hadn’t ever really gone away. I suppose it had just lain dormant during his brief stint of humanity.

There was no chance of a return to that relationship. I loved Nathan, and he almost loved me—at least he had until I’d fucked that up again. Even if we weren’t on the best of terms, sleeping with Cyrus would be a slap in Nathan’s face.

Cyrus looked more petulant by the minute. “Why not let me go in and speak with Dahlia on my own?”

“Because she filleted you the last time you were alone together and…” I blinked. “You’re just trying to get sex from anyone, aren’t you?”

“Well, someone has been bombarding me with pornographic dreams.” He pointed down the street. “That’s him!”

“It’s not him. That man is six feet tall at least, and probably twenty years younger than Clarence.”

“At least,” Cyrus repeated, giving me an unreadable look. “I’m sorry, he just looked so similar.”

“Why? Because he’s black?” Of course I’d have to sire a white supremacist.

“Because it’s dark and I can’t see that well. Apparently, losing both eyes in a past incarnation has that effect.” He raised his hands helplessly. “I’m as surprised as you.”

“We should get you some glasses,” I mused, scanning the sidewalk. “That’s him!”

I could tell by the way the figure hunched over and kept close to the wall. His clothing was anachronistic to say the least—in the mansion, he didn’t seem out of place when paired with antique furnishings, but on the street he looked positively Victorian—and he scurried like a spider toward the house.

“That is him,” Cyrus observed. “I never realized how very strange he looked.”

“You stay here,” I commanded, pushing open the door. “I’ll be back.”

I didn’t give him a chance to argue before I slammed the door. Clarence had nearly reached the gate to the servants’ lodgings, and I had to jog to catch up with him.

“Clarence!” When I called his name, it was as if a shock went through him. He saw me, and for a moment I thought he would bolt. Something in his servant’s nature seemed to stop him, and he waited patiently until I reached him.

“Doctor, what are you doing here? Are you trying to get killed?” He cast a worried glance at the house.

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