he lowered his head, fully intent on that vein. Once there, however, he wavered, prolonging the moment, running his tongue along her skin and raising goose bumps. He knew she’d be nirvana. Perfection. He opened his jaw to stab through skin and then the greatest shriek stopped him.
Dev jumped, going airborne before he could prevent it. He spent the next micro-second dropping back to the floor. The shriek came again. Insistent. Piercing. Sydney shook her head slightly, blinked several times in rapidity, and then moved to pull a cell phone from a jacket pocket. Dev frowned.
Not good.
“Oh. Hi Stan.”
Dev listened to the answer with half an ear and no interest. He was intent on counting seconds. Tracing time. Damn it.
“Oh. I’m fine. Yes. Really? It’s four? Already?”
Some more words. He could make them out, but he’d reached twenty seconds of his count. She had twenty-one left.
“Too much? Is it negotiable? Well, we might not need it. This place is fantastic. Oh. I don’t know. Another hour. Maybe more.”
Another hour? How about an eternity of hours?
“I’m about to tour the kitchens. Actually, as old and perfectly maintained as this place is, I’m going to guess the kitchens are outside. Maybe in a different building. We’ll probably have to cross a courtyard. What? No. Don’t wait up. I’m fine.”
Another smattering as Stan replied. She had ten seconds before Dev was going to have to end her call. That might not go over well. Eight. Seven. Six.
“Take care. Yeah. Later.”
She clicked her end button. Devereaux held out his hand, palm up.
“What?”
“Phone.”
“Why? You have a problem with cell phones in this place?”
“Now.”
She looked up at him and sent a thrill right through his newly awakened heart. That almost stopped him from using his mesmeric power. Almost. There wasn’t an option. Hunters weren’t stupid. They’d barely left the vicinity. Having Sydney Ross, LLC, disappear would probably engender another vampire alert. Two of them in that span of time would just get more Hunters descending on New Orleans. And more notice. Devereaux would probably be ordered to report to VAL headquarters again, too.
“Will I get it back?” she asked.
She wasn’t enrapt? Under his spell? His enthralling powers must be weakening or something. Dev frowned at the proof before his eyes. What the heck was this?
“Please?” he said next. It sounded like a plea. It probably was. He didn’t delve into it too closely. In a moment he was going to snatch it.
She handed him the phone without looking. He crushed it.
Her eyes went wide at the sound and then she looked down, watching with open mouth as bits of plastic and circuitry filtered to the floor.
“What did you do that for?”
“I’m protecting you.”
“From Stan? Or... my crew? Or what? The world at large? Are you crazy?”
“Shush.”
Dev lifted the hand she was watching and put a finger up. It didn’t do much.
“That was the latest thing in smart phones. It costs a pretty penny. You’re going to replace—”
“Sydney.”
She moved her gaze back up his chest, hovered for a bit at his jaw line, and then finally lifted her eyes to his. A large whoosh accompanied the locking of their gazes, caused by the flare of every chandelier rocketing into full light throughout the lower floor. And probably the ones in the upper floors as well. The amount of illumination was staggering. Eye zapping. They both had the same squint as he consciously extinguished each and every light, except the one behind her; the one atop his dining table. That one he left as if a beacon. Surrounding them. Isolating them.
“Did... uh? Wow. Did you just do that?” she asked.
He nodded.
“How?”
“I told you. I’m a vampire.”
“And that means you have what? Superpowers?”
She looked worried. He smiled crookedly, hiding his fangs.
“Some. It comes with the territory.”
“You’re not kidding, are you?”
He shook his