How long had it been since she had seen her homeland, the Carpathian Mountains? What would it be like to walk among her own kind? To dig her fingers deep in the rich, healing soil? She had long ago given up that dream. Why had he come back after all this time? Why now? What was it she felt for Brice? Could she give her body so willingly, so completely to Gabriel and really have affection for Brice? Gabriel hadn’t taken what she wasn’t willing to give. He might have awakened her to his need, might even have planted the seeds of desire in her body before waking her, but she was no fledgling. She could not place the blame on Gabriel’s shoulders. She could have stopped him, or at least made things extremely difficult. No, she couldn’t place the blame on Gabriel. She had wanted him almost from the first moment she had awakened with his blood coursing through her veins.
What did that mean? Was she a woman who could be with more than one man at the same time? Could she love Brice? If she really loved him, why hadn’t she said she would marry him long before now? Was Gabriel right? Was she rushing to Brice because he was safe and someone she knew? Someone who could never dominate her? Was she still harboring a young girl’s hurt and humiliation? She had thought herself long over those silly feelings.
She was bound to Gabriel. Her mind tuned itself to his. Her body cried out for his. They were tied, yet her wayward heart seemed to have a mind of its own. How could that be? Had she made herself so human, she could no longer be tied by the ritual words? No, she had felt the burning need, the terrible hunger only Gabriel could assuage.
Sighing, Francesca rubbed her pounding temples. She had betrayed her own beliefs. She had never committed herself to Brice, but she had secretly entertained the idea that there was a chance for them. Brice cared a great deal for her; she felt his genuine affection every time they were together. It would be impossible for him to lie to her, she could read his mind so easily. He would be so upset if she suddenly withdrew from their relationship. She had allowed him to feel for her. Didn’t that make her responsible? She felt confused and lonely. And she was so very tired of living so completely alone.
“Not alone, Francesca. I am here to talk with you. There is no need to feel betrayal. I came into your life unexpectedly. I cannot say I am happy you think constantly of another man and worry more about hishappiness than mine, but I do understand. I complicated things for you.”
Francesca blinked back tears. There was something comforting and very intimate about another speaking so softly in her head, whispering soothing words of understanding and camaraderie in the face of her personal crisis. It had been so long since she had used such a means of communication. Gabriel’s voice was a powerful tool, stroking like a caress through her mind. For the first time in many centuries she felt she was not alone. The women of her species needed their other half.
Gabriel.
She closed her eyes briefly. Why had he come back now?
“Francesca! Thank God.” Brice came hurrying out of an alcove just around the corner from the entrance to the emergency room. “I’ve lost half my life worrying about you. Who was that man?”
Brice’s arm curved around her shoulders and at once she felt the heavy weight of Gabriel’s disapproval. Carpathian males did not share their women well. Gabriel was Old World. He had spent centuries of his life chasing demons, protecting others. He had the instincts of a predator, yet he was also courageous, a courtly, elegant lord. She could feel his struggle to remain balanced and understanding when his very nature demanded he eliminate his competition efficiently and very swiftly. It had been a long time since Francesca had lived in his world. She had almost forgotten the way the men of her race were with their women. Protective. Possessive.
“His name is Gabriel, Brice. I’m sorry, I had no idea he was going to be there. If I’d known, I would have told you about him before you met him.”
“He looks at you as if he owns you.” Brice hugged her to him, suddenly feeling as if he had already lost her. There was a wariness in her eyes that had never been there before. Francesca was different, but he couldn’t exactly say how. “He thinks he does, doesn’t he? What is he to you?”
“He was my husband. I thought he was dead,” Francesca said softly, truthfully. “I was more shocked to see him alive than you must be. I’m sorry, Brice, he’s been gone forever. I had no idea he would come back. I truly thought him dead all these years.”
“You never mentioned a husband.” Brice was clearly in shock.
She nodded. “I know I didn’t. It was a long time ago and I had accepted that he was gone. His return is a shock and I have to deal with it. All of us do.”
Brice swallowed hard, visibly upset, so much so that she automatically soothed him with her touch. He immediately laced his fingers through hers. “What does it mean? He can’t think after all this time he can just walk back into your life, can he? You know how I feel about you. Was he legally declared dead? What does this mean for us?”
“I don’t honestly know what to think right now, Brice. I told you, I’m in a state of complete shock.” Because Francesca could not bear to be dishonest with him, she forced herself to go further. “But it does change things. How could it not? Gabriel is a very overpowering man and he certainly was never declared dead.”
Brice stepped away from her, his eyes moving over her face in censure. “You’re still attracted to him, aren’t you?” It was an accusation.
Francesca looked away from him, guilt washing over her in a rush. “He was my husband, Brice. What do you think?”
“Damn it, Francesca! You should have married me a long time ago. You certainly thought about it, you can’t deny that you did. So what if he’s come back? He doesn’t belong in your life anymore.” Suddenly he went very still. “He isn’t staying at your house, is he?”
Francesca remained silent, her gaze studiously avoiding his.
Brice slapped his forehead. “Francesca! Are you out of your mind? You don’t even know anything about this man anymore. Where has he been all this time? Do you even know what he’s been doing lately? I’ll bet you don’t yet you just take him in as if no time has passed. For all you know, he could have been in jail. He probably was in jail.” His hand on her arm detained her progress into the hospital. “Is that it, Francesca? Was he in jail somewhere and you just don’t want to tell me? I think you owe it to me.”
“If I wanted to tell you, I wouldn’t be able to. You won’t let me get a word in edgewise,” Francesca protested. “Where Gabriel was and what he was doing is his business, only his, and I don’t owe you that information.”
“You slept with him.” Brice made it a statement.
“That isn’t your business either.” Her chin was up, her eyes flashing a warning signal. Francesca might feel guilty but she couldn’t find it in her to allow Brice or any other man to chastise her. She had always been honest with him, always. More than once she had encouraged him to find another woman, one who would adore him as he deserved. Francesca was just not that kind. It made her feel sad that she wasn’t. It made her feel inadequate that she couldn’t give her heart completely and totally. There was something wrong with her, something missing. It was just as well Gabriel had chosen to follow another path; he would have found her less than perfect, his life with her less than satisfying.
“Has it occurred to you he may have been living with another woman all these years? He could have another wife and even children somewhere and you wouldn’t know it.” The words slipped out maliciously, before he could stop them.