Gabriel was lounging lazily against the door frame, his black eyes watching her warily. She was so beautiful she took his breath away, but the tears clinging to her long lashes tore at his heart.
“I am not hiding,” she replied as she stepped resolutely in front of the full-length mirror. Did she look any different? Did it show that she had been loved so thoroughly by a man? “I was merely collecting my thoughts.”
“You believe nothing has changed.” He made it a statement.
“I cannot give you what you want from me. Do not push the issue, Gabriel, or you will force me to bring this matter before our Prince.”
Gabriel smiled, a predator’s baring of teeth. There was no humor, only a wolfish menace. For the first time she was afraid. “No one will take you from me, Francesca, certainly not Mikhail. In any case, you would not bring another into our personal battle. This is between the two of us. You believe that as deeply as I do. Make no mistake, my first allegiance is to my lifemate, to safeguarding her health.”
“What of her happiness?”
“Give me time and I will ensure that also. Do not think to cross swords with me. You will not win.”
“I admire your arrogance,” Francesca said smoothly and allowed the towel to drop to the floor, simultaneously clothing herself in the manner of her kind as she did so. “I have to go out this night.” She was not going to be drawn into an argument with him.
“If you seek nourishment, I will provide for you,” Gabriel said smoothly.
She fought to keep color from sweeping up her neck and into her face. She didn’t want to think about the way he would provide for her. He turned the simple act of feeding into a sexual intimacy. “Thank you very much for the offer, but I am going to the hospital. There was a message from Brice about another patient.”
Gabriel reached out and wrapped his fingers around her slender wrist, a shackle she couldn’t possibly break. He wasn’t hurting her; in fact his touch was gentle, but even if she had struggled desperately, she would never have broken his grip. “I will keep what is mine, Francesca. Do not put this doctor in the middle of our battle.”
“There is no battle, Gabriel,” she replied softly. “Brice is my friend. I go to the hospital often to give aid where it is needed. It is a large part of my life, of who I am. It has nothing to do with Brice, other than that he happens to be a doctor and we’re friends.”
“You are reaching for him in your mind because he is simple. He is someone you are familiar and comfortable with. I frighten you.”
Her dark eyes rested on his face. “I don’t know exactly what you’re planning to do, Gabriel, but I can read your intent. You think to stop me from doing the things I have planned for so long.”
Gabriel shrugged casually, not bothering to deny the obvious. “Perhaps it would help if you considered other possibilities, another way of life.”
“Because you think you’ve changed your lifestyle. You haven’t, you know. In a day or two there will be a killing in this city and you will be on the hunt without a backward glance, without a single thought for me, just as you did before.”
Gabriel smiled at her, his teeth very white. “I will have no choice but to hunt the vampire, but I will not only look back, I will come back.”
Francesca twisted her wrist experimentally, reminding him to release her. “There’s no real need to hurry,” she said coolly. Even as she said it, even as she tried to dismiss him, she was reaching up to smooth his collar.
At once Gabriel felt the same soothing calm he had experienced from the moment she had first touched him. He had not realized just how tight he was inside. Francesca recognized it and knew what to do to relax him. “You are a great man, Gabriel, a legend among our people, and your reputation is well deserved. I wish that I could give you all that you should have.” Francesca’s long lashes swept down to conceal the deep sorrow and guilt in her eyes. “But I had a life before you came here. I don’t know you. My body reacts as a Carpathian lifemate’s should, but my heart is not yours.”
Gabriel brought her hand up to her chest and held it over his heart. “You feel admiration for this human doctor, Francesca, I can read it easily in your mind, but do not mistake it for love.”
“Why do you believe I could not love a human man?”
“Because you are my lifemate and there is only one man for you. I am here now, Francesca. I should have been here sooner, but I am here now. Do not allow fear to send you running to this man.”
“I have felt affection for Brice for a long time, Gabriel. It is true I was entertaining the idea of sharing my last years with him. I deserve some semblance of happiness in so long a lifetime.” Francesca could not understand why she was feeling guilty. She owed Gabriel nothing. She had asked him not to bind them together, yet he had done so. She felt cornered and confused.
“You enjoy this doctor’s company because you share his interests. You are a born healer. He, too, heals people. But that commonality is not love, Francesca. Affection, admiration and friendship do not add up to love.”
“If he had asked me to marry him, Gabriel, you would have found him living with me.”
Gabriel’s black eyes moved over her face. Very gently he reached out to tug her chin up. “I do not have to read your mind to know just how often he has asked this question of you. No man, human or otherwise, would take long to try to make you his. You do not love him, Francesca.”
“I don’t love you, Gabriel. And that matters to me. I have lived far too long to enter into a relationship at this late date because I wish to experience sex.”
His eyes laughed at her. “Great sex,” he corrected.
A small answering smile flirted with her mouth. “All right then, great sex,” she conceded. “Don’t get any ideas, I’m just giving the devil his due. All this time our people called you the angel of light and Lucian the dark angel. I think they might have it backward.” She withdrew her hand and turned away from him. “I do not mind if you find another sleeping chamber, Gabriel. Do not count too heavily on winning this battle between us. Even after what has occurred between us, I am still determined to carry on with my plans to grow old. I have lived long and I tire of watching others die.”
“There is no battle, honey,” he murmured softly and watched her walk out into the dark night. She had no chance of escaping him. He had made sure of that. No one, human or otherwise, could take her from him now. And his insurance policy would prevent her from seeking the solace of the dawn as nothing else could. He glided through the room to the door and stood staring out at the lights of the city. So many. It was lit up as brightly as the heavens above.
Gabriel had been locked beneath the earth a long time; there was much to catch up on. He had to relearn the layout of Paris, find every alley and every bolt-hole in it. This was a perfect hunting ground for a demon such as Lucian had become. Soon it would start. The killings, the deaths, the endless hunt and the many battles. Somewhere out there in the slumbering city stalked a merciless, relentless killer. No one was safe, no one would be safe again until Gabriel destroyed him. Now with Francesca to protect, Gabriel knew it was imperative he win this time. He had to find a way to destroy his brother. If he had hesitated out of misguided loyalty in the past, he no longer had the luxury of being able to do so now. Francesca must be protected at all times. With a heavy heart, he took three running steps and launched himself into the air.
Francesca took her time walking to the hospital. She loved the night. As much as she had longed for the sun, had worked to be able to walk in it, she loved the night. There was peace and tranquility after sunset, whereas chaos often reigned during the day. She loved the sounds of the night creatures, the rush of wings overhead that only a select few ever heard. There was a secret world she had always been part of, and now Gabriel was demanding she return to it.