The women made cooing noises and Destiny hissed at him. Nicolae settled back to enjoy himself. Turning the tables on Destiny was no easy task, and he was determined to make the most of the opportunity.
Go attend to your business, little one, and leave me to mine. I think these women might have invaluable insight into the female psyche.
“I think that’s so romantic,” Inez burst out, clasping her hands. “Don’t you think so, Sister? Romance is just about gone from today’s society. But romance is what you need to court her.”
Velda clucked, shaking her head in disapproval. “We have to be practical in this day and age.” She leaned close to Nicolae, pinned him with a sharp gaze. “You can’t get by on good looks and manners, young man; you need substance. What kind of a job do you have?”
Destiny’s laughter heated his blood and robbed his lungs of air. It was not only musical, but also held a latent sensuality that whispered promises of hot, silken nights.
Sheesh! Do you have a vivid imagination! Keep your mind on the business at hand, Nicolae. Tell them you hunt vampires and see if they think you’re a safe bet as husband material.
Nicolae smirked. A predatory, smug, superior smirk guaranteed to set Destiny’s teeth on edge. “I am in law enforcement, a special branch, but I am also independently wealthy, so she would never want for anything.” His long fingers stroked his jaw, drawing attention to the singular masculine beauty of his face. “I have searched the world for her. I know we are meant to be together.”
The two sisters exchanged a long look as if well pleased with his answer. It was Velda who took charge while Inez sighed over the sheer romance of true love finding a way. “Why is the girl dragging her heels? You’re an attractive man.”
“Oh, my, yes,” Inez agreed, earning a fierce scowl from her sister. “Well, he is,” she defended indignantly. She patted Nicolae’s thigh. “You are, dear, just the type of beau I had in my heyday.” She leaned close. “I was a wild thing, you know,” she whispered in confidence.
He removed her hand by simply raising it to his lips. “Thank you, Inez. That is a true compliment coming from a woman such as yourself. I would be grateful for direction with my wayward bride.”
What BS you’re shoveling, Nicolae. You should be ashamed of yourself.
There was her laughter again, winding his body tighter and tighter until he was afraid Inez was going to have something to grab hold of if he wasn’t careful. He shifted his position in the chair. The sound of Destiny’s happy voice was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“Flowers,” Velda said firmly. “You must find out her favorite flower and give her as many as you can afford.”
“Don’t forget chocolates. No woman can refuse a man with chocolates,” Inez added. “And you can do so much with chocolate, all warm and melting—”
“Pay Inez no mind,” Velda said. “But it is important you court Destiny properly, let her know you have strictly honorable intentions. Sweep her off her feet. Take her to a dance. There’s nothing like a man holding a woman close to him and dancing with her.” She raised an eyebrow, pinning him like an insect with her steely stare. “You do know how to dance? Not that rot the young kids do today, but dancing like a real man. There’s nothing sexier than a good waltz or tango.”
“It is a large part of my education,” Nicolae assured her. “You have made some wonderful suggestions. I will follow them to the letter.”
“And report back immediately,” Inez reminded him. “Isn’t that right, Sister? We need a report to know how it is going.”
“Absolutely,” Velda agreed. “Oh, look, there’s Martin. Have you noticed he’s been looking a bit down lately, so unlike him. Poor dear must be working too hard.” She stood up, waving so violently, Nicolae was afraid she might fall over. “Martin! Martin! There’s a good boy, do come over and talk with us.”
“It’s that project of his. He and Tim work night and day on it even though they have regular jobs,” Inez said. “Those boys work much too hard.”
Nicolae watched the man approach, noting the pale skin and dark circles under his eyes. This was the man who had so viciously attacked the priest. Nicolae scanned Martin’s memories and found no remembrance of the assault. Only the recollection of sitting on his bed holding the wooden box from the church and turning it over and over in his hands in complete bewilderment. Nicolae could find no malice within the young man, only a heavy sorrow and utter confusion.
Exactly what John Paul was feeling, Destiny pointed out.
Can you find the blankness of the mark of the vampire?
Nicolae was an ancient, far stronger than Destiny, one well versed in the arts of the undead. He was certain he would detect the presence of a vampire had the creature touched Martin in some way, but there was no evidence of such a violation. Nicolae stood up, drawing instant attention, holding out his hand as Velda introduced him to the young man.
Martin did his best to be polite in spite of his distraction. Nicolae could see he was naturally a friendly and outgoing person. His affection for Velda and Inez was obvious, as was their affection for the young man they had seen grow to adulthood.
“I have heard such good things about you, Martin. You are an advocate for the elderly and have a new project you are working on with Tim Salvadore. Father Mulligan tells me it is a wonderful opportunity to provide independent living in a safe environment for people on limited means. He believes you to be quite brilliant. The two of you must be great friends.” Deliberately Nicolae used the priest’s name, kept his voice soft and friendly and engaging. He knew the power of such a weapon. Few could resist the invitation to talk.
Martin’s shoulders sagged. “Father Mulligan’s a great man. I’ve known him all my life.” He lifted his head and looked directly at Nicolae, anguish plain in his eyes. “Did he also tell you someone assaulted him? Struck him over the head repeatedly and stole the box of money for the poor right out of his hands?”
Velda gasped. Inez shrieked. Both women crossed themselves, lifted a silver crucifix each wore and in perfect synchronization kissed the cross. “That can’t be, Martin,” Velda protested. “No one would hurt Father Mulligan.”
“There’s never any money in the poor box, is there, Sister?” Inez added, wringing her hands. “What is this world coming to that someone would attack a priest in God’s own house?”
“Maybe Inez and I will have to move to your community after all, Martin,” Velda said. “If things have gotten so bad in this neighborhood that a thief would harm Father Mulligan, no one is safe.”
“Is the poor man going to be all right?” Inez asked. “Sister dear, we must make some of our famous chicken soup and take it to him immediately.” She tapped Nicolae’s arm. “No one can make such perfect chicken soup as dear Velda. Of course I have to remind her what she’s doing or she wanders off on one of her research projects. Velda hunts for proof that vampires and werewolves exist.”
That snapped Nicolae to attention. He had been watching Martin closely for any reaction, barely registering the conversation flowing around him. His dark gaze found Velda, settled there thoughtfully.
Velda patted her hair and smiled at him. “An old hobby of mine. I dabble a bit in magic spells, but I’m not very good at casting. Inez is much more accurate than I am. Martin, dear, do sit down. You look like you could use some feeding up. I’ll make a double batch of my soup and give some to you. We’ll have you fixed up in no time.”
Martin, still partially under the thrall of Nicolae’s voice, slumped heavily into the chair Nicolae had occupied, frowning up at him. “He thinks I did it. Father Mulligan thinks I bashed him over the head and took the poor box.” The confession came out in a rush, ended on a choked sob.