The Secret Vampire Society by Lisa Childs

Author:Lisa Childs [Childs, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9781426841781
Google: VHje1HQix8sC
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2009-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Miranda’s hands trembled as she grasped the stake, her palms damp against the wood from an ash tree. She’d researched everything in preparation for this day…when she would finally exact her revenge. She’d planned for every contingency—most likely his fighting her.

But he didn’t fight. He just stood—naked—before her and waited for her to sink the stake deep in his muscular chest, to pierce his heart. A laugh bubbled out of her throat with her sudden realization.

“I can’t kill you,” she admitted as she pulled away the stake and dropped it onto the bed.

His blue eyes glittered with awe, as he studied her face. “You’re no killer….”

“No, that’s not why,” she insisted. “It’s because you have no heart.” She, of all people, should have known that.

“You’re no killer,” he repeated as if he hadn’t heard her. He reached out, skimming his fingertips along her jaw then across her cheek. “And you’re no corpse.”

She’d done her best, with stage makeup, to make herself look like death. Over the past fifty years, she’d gotten adept at disguising herself. She raised her hands and tugged the pale blond wig from her head; it was the disguise, a prop, as it had been fifty years ago. Red was her natural color…along with the unusual amber hue of her eyes. The green had been contacts that had been too thin to completely hide the irises.

“I can’t believe you’re alive,” he murmured as he continued to stroke her skin.

She shivered. “You thought you’d killed me.”

“Yes,” he admitted, as he released a ragged sigh.

She reached for the stake again, closing her fingers around the wood. He might not have a heart, but the stake would stop him long enough for her to escape this time. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint?”

“You must be disappointed,” she persisted, “that you failed.”

“Failed?” His blond brows arched as his forehead furrowed with confusion. “Failed at what? I don’t understand….”

“And I thought I was a good actor,” she mused with another chuckle. She had been wrong about that, too, she’d realized when she’d watched her old movies. She hadn’t experienced enough emotion, until after Conner had destroyed her career, to portray her characters with any accuracy or depth.

“You are a good actress,” he assured her, “Brandi.”

Amused that he would continue trying to charm her, she smiled. “Now. It took me a while to learn, but you gave me plenty of motivation to get better.”

He shook his head. “You were always a great actress. In fact you should have won an Oscar for that death scene fifty years ago.”

“Scene?” she asked, repeating just one word of what he’d said—as he had with her.

“Obviously it was all an act—playing dead.” He pushed a slightly shaking hand through his hair.

“Playing?” she repeated, her voice cracking with emotion. “You thought I was playing?”

“Yes,” he said, gesturing at her. “You had to have been acting because you’re very much alive.”

“No thanks to you.” She lifted the stake and pressed the point against his chest again. “You drank my blood and left me for dead.

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