The young man entered the nursery, smiling. "You're a hard man to find, Mr. MacKay."
He handed Angus an envelope. "You've been served." He strolled from the room. Angus ripped open the envelope and scanned the papers. "The devil take it." The papers slipped from his hands and fluttered to the floor.
"What is it?" Roman asked.
Angus leaned against the wall, stunned.
"I have to return to London. Emma is suing me for pain and damages."
"I have good news and bad news," Richard Beckworth announced when Angus strode into the solicitor's London office.
"Is she here?" Angus's heart thundered in his chest. A part of him dreaded seeing Emma again. He recalled her beautiful face that had once gazed upon him with so much love.
Now he imagined it full of hatred and recrimination. How much more pain could his heart endure?
But another part of him longed to see her. She had every right to be angry. He'd transformed her against her will. If she needed money so she could take time off to recover from the trauma he'd caused, he could understand that. In fact, he'd give her enough to make sure she never wanted for anything. He just wanted her to return to a normal, happy, mortal life.
"Miss Wallace and her solicitor are in the conference room." Beckworth relaxed in the chair behind his desk. "First, I wanted to catch you up to speed, old chap. The good news is they want to settle out of court."
"Of course they do." Angus sat in a wingback chair facing Beckworth. Richard had been his solicitor for the past hundred and seventy-five years. "She can hardly walk into a mortal courtroom and claim that I killed her. Even though I did."
Beckworth winced. "Don't admit to any wrongdoing in their presence. It was also a brilliant move on your part to get rid of your harem last week."
"What was brilliant about it? It cost me a bloody fortune." Angus had inherited five Vamp women when he became the British coven master in 1950. He'd ignored them for years. They were stashed away in his castle in Scotland, and Beckworth handled their monthly allowance.
After this ordeal with Emma, Angus had wanted to return to his castle, but he didn't want the harem there. Beckworth had drawn up the necessary papers to set them free.
Unfortunately, the price of their freedom had been high. Angus had agreed to buy them a townhouse in London and pay support for ten years.
Beckworth shook his head. "Imagine how upset Miss Wallace would be if your harem was still intact."
Angus swallowed hard. "Does she know about them?"
Beckworth snorted. "Of course. Her solicitor was eager to add the harem to her list of grievances, accusing you of polygamy."
"Bloody hell. I was never married to them."
Beckworth shrugged. "Common-law marriage. The point is moot, though, since you've already legally separated from them. Her solicitor will make a stink of it, but don't worry, their case is weak."
"Richard, I doona mind paying damages. How much has she asked for?"
Beckworth winced. "That's the bad news, old chap. She doesn't want money. She—she's asking for controlling interest in MacKay Security and Investigation."
"What?" Angus leaped to his feet. "She wants my business?"
"Not entirely. Just fifty-one percent."
"She canna have it!" Angus paced across the office. "Why would she ask such a thing?"
The answer dawned on him immediately. That clever vixen. She knew exactly how to inflict the sharpest wound. His business was the closest thing to his heart, other than her.
"The obvious reason is revenge, but there could be more to this request." Beckworth steepled his fingertips as he considered. "Perhaps she feels insecure about making a living for the rest of eternity. This move would certainly give her long-term job security."
Angus snorted. "I would have gladly given her a job. And a damned good salary."
Beckworth frowned. "If this goes through, she'll be giving you a job."
Angus scowled at the carpet as he paced. "I'll offer thirty percent." That might be a good idea, actually. If he could keep her working alongside him, perhaps her anger would dissipate in time, and she would learn to love him again. "She can have up to forty-nine percent, but no more."
Beckworth's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Your company's worth a fortune."
Angus shrugged. His mission of protecting the innocent and tracking down murderous vampires had always been more important than the money. He had very few needs, other than bottled blood and a safe place to sleep. "I need to take care of her."
"You're in love with her, aren't you?"
Angus slowed to a stop. "Aye, I am." There was a hint of a smile before Beckworth schooled his features. "Go on to the conference room. I'll be there as soon as I get some papers together."
Angus took a deep breath. It was time to see Emma.
Emma fidgeted in her chair. What was taking so long? Her stomach was in knots and her heart was pounding. What if Angus was furious? What if he thought she was attacking him? Shame on him for driving her to such drastic measures. She jumped at the sound of footsteps outside the door. Angus was coming. She stood.
The door opened. Her breath hitched when he entered. His face was slanted downward, so she couldn't see his expression. He turned to shut the door.
He was wearing the familiar blue and green plaid kilt. Her heart ached with longing. He turned to face her. His green eyes widened.
Oh God, he looked pale and thin. Wasn't he eating right?
He gazed around the room. "Where's yer solicitor?"
"I asked him to leave for a moment." For the whole night, actually.
Angus stepped toward her. "Ye're looking well."
"Thank you." He didn't seem very angry. "I thought we should talk."
He frowned. "I doona think that is wise without our solicitors present."
"I really don't want to involve them."
Angus snorted. "Then ye shouldna have sued me. Do ye hate me so much?"
She folded her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell me about your harem? You told me all kinds of stories about your past, but you conveniently left them out."
"There was nothing to tell. I inherited them like ye would an automobile."
"And you never took them for a test drive?"
"Nay, I did no'."
Emma's mouth fell open. "You didn't? Not even… around the block?"
"Nay." He glowered at her. "I wasna interested in them. I wanted the job of British coven master. 'Tis an honor, and I was proud to be the first Scotsman to hold the position."
"Oh. Congratulations."
He grunted a response.
"And they never tried to seduce you? Are those women crazy?"
"Enough with the harem," he growled. "They're gone."
"I know, but surely they were… attracted to you."
He arched a brow. "Ye think I'm a fine catch?"
"Of course."
His mouth twitched. "They thought I was a barbarian."
"What silly women." Emma stepped toward him.
"Aye." He gave her a wary look. "I suppose ye want to rant at me now."
"A little. I suffered through the most traumatic event of my life, and you didn't stay with me. You left me in a stranger's house, and you wouldn't answer any of my calls."
He grimaced. "I know ye hate me. I know what I did was unforgivable." He squared his shoulders. "So I'm willing to give ye forty-nine percent of MacKay Security and Investigation."
Her mouth fell open. "Forty-nine percent?"
He gritted his teeth. "I know ye want fifty-one, but that's no' reasonable. That's revenge."
"I don't want revenge. I don't want you to suffer at all."
He gave her an incredulous look. "Then why are ye doing this?"
Idiot! She wanted to strangle him. "Did you give me any choice, Angus? I tried and tried to talk to you, but this was the only way I could get your attention!"