right to know what she does, Nico. She’s promised to me!”
“There was never a promise, Ion, there was only the hope. One day you’ll understand the two are not the same. In the meantime, I’m the head of this family and I demand your exit.”
Ion left, slamming the front door behind him. Nico said, “Follow me,” and headed for his sitting room.
Cara followed meekly. Her face was burning with shame and she knew that all of the family knew what she had done, at least that she had kissed a gadjo who might be a Hunter.
Resentment bubbled up under her shame. Why was it that she was the only person who never had a say about what happened in her life? She was a grownup and she had the right to decide her own path.
“I wish that were true, daughter,” Nico said softly.
“Dammit! You promised you wouldn’t spy on my thoughts!” The door closed behind them and she faced her father across the starkly furnished sitting room. The only furnishings in the room were a large rosewood desk and chair, a wall filled with shelves upon shelves of books and a small leather couch.
“I couldn’t help it. Your thoughts were as loud as that music the neighbors like to blast during their cocktail parties.”
Cara sighed. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Ion is an asshole who thinks he’s entitled to everything he sees, even me, and you know it.”
“I do know it. That doesn’t excuse your actions but it makes them understandable. A man who helps you escape that kind of danger would be very appealing.”
“He would’ve been appealing either way,” Cara said. “He was a Hunter, I think, but I can’t be sure.”
“Cara, listen to me. I know you are young and you don’t want to be tied down right now and I don’t blame you. I would never force you to be either. But — and this is a big but — you have to remember that you and you alone hold enough power to keep the spells in force for another generation. “
“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they caved.” Had she just said that out loud, and to her father? That kiss must have robbed her of her senses!
“Do you hear what you’re saying?”
“No offense, Tati,” she said, slipping into the old endearment, “but have you seen what happened to the vampires after the humans starting hanging out with them? They’re all… sparkly now.”
“Sparkly?”
“Yes, you know—they are all romanticized and pretty now, or at least on the movie screens. You won’t see an ugly vampire in the media these days.”
“That doesn’t mean they don’t exist. That just means people have decided to accept them as long as they think they’re hot.”
“Hot? Did you just say hot? Really?”
“I can be hip too.”
“No, no you can’t.” Cara retorted.
Nico’s lips twitched and then his heavy laughter rumbled out. “I see your point, but werewolves don’t sparkle. Nor could they, ever, if the spells broke, and you know it.”
“They would all be rogues, I know — I’ve heard the legends all my life.”
“They chose to be rogues in the beginning, Cara. At least, the originals did. It was not for them that we had pity — don’t you ever forget it.” Nico sighed. “Right now I’m tired and I have a lot to do before I can haul these old weary bones into bed. Go to bed; I’ll see you tomorrow.”
His dismissal stung. She knew she’d displeased him… but when was she going to be able to please herself?
CHAPTER 6
This was stupid and Sebastian knew it. He didn’t really care though. He had to see her again. He preferred to ride his bike these days, but he’d not given up his car either. He knew that if he showed up on his jet black and heavily chromed 1969 Triumph Bonneville T120R Classic, she might wonder about it, and him.
He was sure that the Tribe knew there was a new club in town. Whether they had figured out who was riding in it was anyone’s guess, but he doubted that Nico was too foolish to figure it out. He’d met the man a few times,