Joshua shrugged and looked away. “No.” There was a small, almost defiant silence. “Well, maybe a little.”
Aidan hunkered down beside the boy and looked directly into the blue eyes. His voice dropped an octave, became a pure tone, silver notes that entered Joshua’s mind and took possession. “I am an old family friend you have known all your life. We care a great deal for one another and have shared all kinds of adventures.” He sent himself outside his body and into the boy, studying the memories the child had of his young life. It was easy to implant a few memories of himself.
Aidan maintained eye contact with the child. “Your friend Henry had a heart attack and died. It was very sad. You called me to come and get you because your sister was so ill. You and Alexandria have been planning to move in with me. The two of you have already brought some of your things into my house, and you have met my housekeeper, Marie. You like her very much. Stefan, her husband, is a good friend to you. We have been arranging the move for weeks. Do you remember?” He implanted memories and images of his housekeeper and caretaker so the two would be familiar and comfortable to the child.
The little boy nodded solemnly.
Aidan ruffled Joshua’s hair. “You had a bad dream, something about vampires, but you do not really remember it. It is all very hazy. You talked to me about it, and if it ever returns to haunt you, you will come to me, and we will discuss it. You always feel free to talk with me about things that sometimes do not make sense. You want me to be with your sister always. We talk about it together and plot together to make her want to stay with me as my wife, as family. You and I are the best of friends. We always look out for Alexandria. You know she belongs with me, that no one can care for her and protect the two of you as I can. This is very important to you, to both of us.”
Joshua smiled his assent. Aidan held the child’s mind a few minutes longer, letting the boy recognize his touch and feel soothed by it. The child had suffered a terrible trauma. Aidan made certain that the method by which he took them home would be instantly forgotten, and the child would remember a large black car, one he would like.
The trip back was made on the heels of a storm. Swirling black clouds protected the large golden bird and his burdens from any prying eyes as they swept through the sky. Aidan entered the three-story house through the upstairs balcony so no neighbors would see him carry the boy and his sister in.
“Aidan!” Marie, his housekeeper, rushed to help him as he came down the winding staircase. “Who are these youngsters?” She caught sight of Alexandria’s swollen face, the blisters and sores, “Oh, my God. You caught up with the vampire, didn’t you? Are you all right? Did he hurt you? Let me call Stefan.”
“I am fine, Marie. Do not worry about me.” Even as he said it, he knew it wouldn’t change the way she was. She and her husband had been seeing to his needs, to his household, for nearly forty years. Before her, her mother and father had served him. For all his life, members of her family had served him willingly, without the aid of mind control. He had bestowed money enough that none of them ever had to work, but they were loyal to him and his absentee twin brother, Julian. They knew what he was—they were the only humans he had entrusted with the knowledge of his kind—yet it didn’t matter to them.
“The vampire has harmed her?”
“Yes. I need you to care for the boy. His name is Joshua. I have implanted memories of our friendship so he will not fear being here. Stefan must go to their rooming house and collect their belongings and bring them here. Her car remains in a restaurant parking lot.” He told her where. “That must be collected. The boy has the car keys in his pocket. Healing his sister will take some time. The child must not interfere in any way. I will have to go out and feed. She needs much care, and I must keep up my strength.”
“Are you certain she is not unclean?” Marie asked with great trepidation. She reached for Joshua’s hand.
The little boy smiled up at her in recognition and willingly took her hand. He even stepped close and tugged on her apron conspiratorially. “He is going to make Alexandria well. She is very sick.”
Marie shoved aside her own anxiety and nodded at Joshua. “Of course. Aidan is a miracle worker. He will make your sister well in no time.” After settling the child down at the kitchen table with cookies and milk, she followed Aidan across the room, raising an eyebrow at the hunter, silently demanding an answer to her question.
“He did not turn her, but I am afraid I inadvertently may have. She was protecting the child, but I misunderstood. I thought she was going to kill him.” He took two steps away from the housekeeper, then turned back to face her. “Marie? I see colors. You are wearing a blue-and-green dress. You look beautiful. And I feel again.” He smiled at the woman. “I know I have never told you in all our years together, but I have great affection for you. I was so lost, I was unable to feel it before.”
Marie’s mouth formed a perfect O, and tears shimmered in her eyes. “Thank God, Aidan. At last it has happened. We hoped and prayed, and at last our prayers have been answered. This is tremendous news. Go now. Care for your woman, and we will see to all that is necessary here. I am certain this young man is very hungry and thirsty.”
There was such joy on her face that Aidan felt it reflected in his heart. It was amazing to feel. To be able to feel. Without his mate, a Carpathian male lost all wants, needs, emotions after two hundred years. He lived in an abyss, void, and from that moment on he was at risk of turning vampire. The longer he survived, as the centuries passed, the Carpathian distanced himself more and more from his community and all it stood for. Only two things could save him from his empty, desperate fate. He could choose to meet the dawn and end his life, or a miracle might happen and he would find his lifemate.
A handful of very lucky Carpathian males had found the one they searched for. The Carpathian male was by nature a dark, dangerous predator, and he needed the balance of his other half. Needed to find the woman whose soul perfectly complemented his own. Two halves of the same whole, her light to his darkness. There was only one true lifemate for each male. The chemistry had to be just right. And Aidan had finally found his.
Now he moved through the house with his silent, fluid stride. Alexandria’s weight was nothing to him. His lair was located far below the first story, a long underground chamber fully furnished with every luxury. He laid her carefully on the bed and stripped away the remnants of her suit. His breath caught in his throat. Her body was so youthful, her breasts full and firm, her skin beautiful. She had a narrow rib cage and a ridiculously small waist. Her hips were slim, almost like a boy’s. Despite the fact that her face and limbs were covered in sores from long exposure to the pounding of salt water, Alexandria Houton might, after all, be a pretty woman.
He took great care to wash the salt from her skin and hair, then disposed of the damp quilt beneath her. She lay on the sheets, her long hair wrapped in a towel, her breathing labored but steady. She was severely dehydrated, and she needed more blood. While she was in an unconscious state, Aidan supplied her with more. Aside from her fragile state of health, he was certain her body still had to go through the rigors of the change. And it was very necessary to dilute the vampire’s blood. It was easier to access her mind and make the repairs to her damaged body while she was unconscious. She stirred uncomfortably, moaning softly. Aidan began the soft, healing chant, centuries old, in the ancient tongue of his people, while he crushed herbs around the room.