Vampire, Interrupted - 9 by Lynsay Sands

Author:Lynsay Sands [Sands, Lynsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2011-09-03T21:52:55+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Marguerite stared past Tiny's back to them en on the stairs, her brain roaring with horror and drowning out any possibility of thought.

"Is Marguerite my mother or does she just look like her?"

Christian's question was screaming in her head, repeating over and over like a skipping record.

"Marguerite?" She blinked her eyes, seeing that Julius was off the stairs and moving toward her with Marcus and Christian following. Pushing Tiny out of the way, he hurried forward, his eyebrows drawn down with frustration and concern.

Marguerite backed away as he approached, feeling as cornered as she'd been in that stall the night before. She moved back until she came up against the couch, and then flinched when he reached for her. "Don't touch me. Leave me alone." The words were wooden rather than panic filled as they should have been. She felt disconnected, empty.

Julius let his hands drop, but didn't back off. Instead, he said calmly, "I can explain." Marguerite stared at him, waiting. She wanted him to explain. She wanted him to have an answer that would fix everything so that her heart would stop breaking… and so she waited, giving him that chance, but he hesitated, and then said almost helplessly, "No, I can't."

Marguerite sucked in a breath, staring at the man she'd found such pleasure with. She'd thought he was her lifemate, had foolishly allowed herself to love him, to dream of a future together. But nothing was as she'd thought.

She knew she wasn't Christian's mother, which meant that she just looked like his mother. She looked like a woman Julius had obviously loved deeply and whose picture he'd kept near at hand for five hundred years. It was Jean Claude all over again, she realized and felt her heart crumbling to dust in her chest.

He reached for her again, but this time Marguerite struck out, slapping him sharply across the face. Julius stilled, eyes glowing black. He didn't try to stop her when she walked around him and pushed her way through the others to leave the room. She could feel their eyes following her as she walked upstairs.

Marguerite went straight to her room, closed the door behind her and just stood there for a moment, the silence crowding around her… and then the chittering began in her brain.

"You look like Christian's mother," it taunted. "Julius must have loved her dearly to still have her picture. She was his true lifemate, you just look like her."

"He can probably read you and was simply saying he couldn't because he wanted you… because you look like his lifemate."

"Every time he made love to you he was thinking of her."

"Every time he touched you, he was touching her."

"It's not you he wants at all. You're just a stand-in."

"It's Jean Claude all over again." She should leave, Marguerite thought numbly. She should go… somewhere. Find someplace where she could be alone to lick her wounds and think. She moved away from the door and peered around the room, her eyes landing on the bed.

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