Kathryn Smith by Kathryn Smith - B 1 Be Mine Tonight

Author:Kathryn Smith - B 1 Be Mine Tonight. [Tonight., Kathryn Smith - B 1 Be Mine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-18T12:36:56+00:00

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Chapter 13

"Our Father must have a plan, mon ami, for you to live another day, comprendez vous?"

Strangely enough, Chapel did understand, and he agreed wholeheartedly. He was not going to die. He didn't want to die. For the first time in centuries he very much wanted to live, even if it meant hurting like hell for a while.

Most of the pain had subsided. He had spent much of the day before in Molyneux's wardrobe, healing himself with sleep and darkness. As far as the household was concerned, Chapel suffered only from his "allergy" to the sun, but that didn't stop the seemingly endless knocks upon the door inquiring after his health.

Every time someone came calling, the arrival woke Chapel, put him in an even more feral, on guarded state. It wasn't good for the healing process, so Molyneux finally left the room for a few hours. He gave the family an update on Chapel's condition and left express instructions that the servants not enter his room. He even went so far as to lock the door, for which Chapel was thankful. It would be hard enough to explain his appearance, never mind the murder of one of Mr. Ryland's servants.

Molyneux looked after him, as he had many times over the course of their partnership.

Every once in a while, the sight of Francis Molyneux was a shock to Chapel. When he looked at him, he expected to see that same fresh-faced young priest who'd been assigned to watch over him as though he were an unruly child or an exotic pet. He'd let the church believe they could contain him and his fellow vampires, all the while praying that they could.

Molyneux had been assigned to him forty-five years ago, an eager young man with the fire of God burning in his belly. Now his black hair was liberally streaked with gray, his once-youthful countenance lined and not as bright. He was heavier, a little shorter, but to Chapel he would always be that stiff-spined boy who stared down what he had been told was a demon, confident that God would protect him. Chapel had delivered him of that notion quickly enough. He bared his fangs, took the boy down to the ground and held him there, letting Molyneux stare death in the eye.

Molyneux had lain beneath him, his heart hammering like the flutter of a hummingbird's wings. He stared with wide eyes, and then Chapel felt the sharp point of the stake against his chest. The boy was as brave as he was terrified, and he was the first of a long line that Chapel actually believed could and would kill him if the need arose. That knowledge alone had earned the young priest his respect, and eventually his friendship. That friendship was why it was sometimes so painful to watch Molyneux age. He was going to die someday—they all did—and Chapel would miss him greatly when he was gone. There would be another young priest, eager to prove

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