Wings In The Night 12 - Prince of Twilight by Maggie Shayne

Author:Maggie Shayne [Shayne, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction, Paranormal, Fantasy, General, Occult & Supernatural, Gothic, Fantasy Fiction, Suspense, Suspense Fiction, Love Stories
ISBN: 9780778329060
Google: wXHyJDvPcgcC
Amazon: 0778329062
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2003-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 10

As Stormy walked in the clear, warm night, she felt the rush in her mind as more of Vlad's blocks fell away and more memories of her time with him sixteen years ago returned.

She and Vlad had returned to the castle with Rhiannon, to find Rhiannon's mate, Roland, there waiting for them. Roland had, she recalled, coaxed Stormy into taking him for a drive into the local village for a proper meal. Partly to give Rhiannon time to speak to Vlad in private, Stormy suspected, and partly to give Roland time to speak to her; to ascertain for certain whether Vlad was holding her against her will. She had assured him that wasn't the case.

But as they'd driven back, along the winding road to the castle, she'd seen something that had hit her hard. A meadow, with an old foundation crumbling in one corner. She'd stopped the car and gotten out, compelled beyond reason. And then she'd blacked out.

When she roused again, Roland had been carrying her into Vlad's castle. And then…

She felt weak, sick, achy. Her body was limp, her head down, supported against Roland's shoulder, and her eyes refused to stay open for more than a heartbeat at a time.

"What the hell happened?" Vlad demanded.

"Damned if I know, my friend."

Vlad took her from Roland as he spoke, then turned and carried her into the castle. He laid her on the chaise, hands going to her cheeks as she felt his senses probing her mind. "Tell me everything, Roland."

"Of course. We had dinner, talked a bit. She seemed perfectly all right. Healthy, strong. But on the way back here… " Roland paused, and Stormy forced her eyes open in time to see Vlad shoot him a look, one that begged the rest of the tale.

Rhiannon sucked in a breath. "By the gods, Roland, what happened to your face?"

Roland touched his own face, and for the first time Stormy noted the four long scratches that ran from high on his cheek nearly to his jaw.

"Roland?" Vlad prompted.

"I don't know what happened, Vlad. She stopped the car and got out, hurrying into a meadow to examine an old foundation. I went after her, naturally. She seemed… distressed. Kept saying, 'She's coming.' And then… then she changed."

"In what way, Roland?" Rhiannon asked.

"In every way," Roland whispered. "Her voice, her stance, her scent. The color of her eyes turned to black, and she began speaking in a language I do not know. But I'm certain it was Italic."

"Romanian," Vlad said softly. He was stroking her hair now, leaning in close to watch her face, willing her to come more fully awake with his mind. She felt it but was too weak to obey. "It's happened before." Vlad looked away from Tempest only long enough to glance at the other man. "She put those scratches on your face?"

"Yes, when I tried to keep her from running off into the forest." He frowned. "She was strong, Vlad. Stronger than a mortal should be.

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