She rolled over to pillow her head on his shoulder “You underestimated me. Admit it. You’re so darned used to making people do what you want, it didn’t occur to you I could resist.”
His eyebrow shot up. “You did it on purpose.”
“Well, of course. You can’t just go around trying to force people to do what you want them to do.” She turned so she was nearly nose to nose with him. Glaring. “Like Lisa. You have to stop influencing her, Dayan. And don’t deny it, I know you do.”
“I was not going to deny it. I told you, it is important that she accepts me in your life.” Dayan linked his fingers behind his head. “Lisa has an unusually high resistance to my persuasion.”
“Because Lisa is not like the rest of us. In her own way, she is different too,” Corinne explained. “She is inherently good, and I think she is gifted with a protection of sorts. Lisa has to be allowed to work out her relationship with you on her own.” She traced his lips with the pad of her finger. “You’re rather ruthless at times, aren’t you?”
His tongue flicked out, swept along her finger, “I stand on the stage night after night, performing, surrounded by people who do not know me. I have a need for space. Is it so wrong, after giving the best I have to give, to ask for that space? I do not harm them, merely ask for consideration.”
Corinne smiled down at him. “I’m asking for consideration for Lisa. Give her time. She’ll come to accept you. She wants me to be happy. If I’m happy, she’ll be happy with my choice.”
“Am I your choice, Corinne?” Dayan nibbled at her finger, his teeth teasing her, sending tiny flames dancing over her skin.
“And you’re arrogant as well as ruthless,” she pointed out.
“You may as well add that I am a thief to the long list of my sins, since you are taking an inventory of them.” He slid his hand inside his shirt and pulled out a small notebook. “I could not possibly leave C. J. Wentworth songs behind. You left this treasure sitting in the middle of your bed.”
Corinne had to look away from his mesmerizing gaze. He was a miracle, a genius with music, yet he was complimenting her work. She knew she was glowing. How could she not? Praising her music was one of the highest compliments Dayan could give her.
“Silly — “ His voice was tender. He lifted his head to kiss her soft mouth gently. “You must know I am hoping you will join our band. What an asset you would be. You are capable of playing several instruments, and your songwriting is wonderful.”
“I’m nowhere near being a legend as you are,” she said, “but thank you for such high praise.”
“I have been lying here beside you reading your beautiful lyrics. I watched you sleeping, Corinne, and wondered what I had ever done in my life to deserve you.”
Warmth spread deep inside her at his softly spoken words. “I write what’s in my heart, about all the things that matter in life. All the things we encounter. There’s such beauty all around us, Dayan. Everyone has to cope with everyday problems. Finances, sickness, even death, loving someone who doesn’t love us back.” She twisted the ring on her finger. “But we can still live life, see the beauty everywhere around us. It’s there for the taking. That’s what I try to write about in my music. Hope in the midst of heartache. Joy in the midst of pain. Experience life — don’t watch it passing by.”
Dayan reached out and gently took her hand, brought it to his mouth in a tribute. “I have never met anyone who lives life with the fullness you do, Corinne. And already, you have shown me such wonders. I look at something small, like the leaves on the trees, and find they are more beautiful than I had ever imagined.”
“Leaves shine silver in the moonlight,” she said. “I often sit in my backyard and watch the way the breeze makes them glitter at night when the moon is out.” She lay back shivering, cuddling closer to him as if the talk of being outdoors chilled her. “It’s cold in here.” She beckoned with her hand toward the cupboard.
The double doors flew open and a thick quilt tumbled out. It rippled like a magic carpet as it floated across the room and spread itself over them.
It wasn’t cold, but her body was not regulating its temperature properly. Dayan suppressed the apprehension shimmering in his mind. He forced a smile. “You are showing off, Corinne. You are supposed to be sleeping and gaining strength, but instead, you are waving your hands about and making blankets dance in the air.”
Her breath fanned his neck. Warm. Intriguing. Tempting. She laughed very softly, the sound joyful in the
stillness of the room. Suddenly his smile was real. “At
night when I was very young, I used to imagine myself flying on a magic carpet. I didn’t dare set the blankets floating; I was afraid I would get caught.”
“So what did you do instead?” he asked.
“I read, of course. Everything I could get my hands on. Books could take me to all the places I never could go on my own.” She traced the indentation in his chin. “I’ve read so many books — fiction, nonfiction, encyclopedias, anything I could get my hands on. And I had the music.”
“How did you manage to learn to play, especially when you were living on the streets a good part of your life?” He shifted her, wrapping his arms securely around her, curving his body protectively behind hers so they fit like spoons.
Corinne’s laughter was soft, like the rain on the roof. “There was a small club, a bar, where live bands played all the time. Locks meant nothing to us, and we often slept in the back room there. Instruments were left behind all the time. I’d watch the band play, and then I’d practice until I could play the forgotten instrument with the same sound as the person on the stage. I’m lucky enough to have a good ear, and I can remember music easily. The piano was easiest for me because I could watch the performer’s fingers and see how a particular piece was played.”
“Do you realize how truly rare such a thing is, Corinne?” She smiled. “I had many hours to practice.”
Dayan slid his hand down her ribcage to her stomach. “She is moving. The two of you need sleep. I am keeping you up.”
Corinne felt her insides turn to mush when he laid his hand over the baby in a protective gesture. Instinctively she knew that was what he was doing. She felt close to him, connected with him, content to lie beside him and listen to the sound of his voice and feel the heat of his body. It was one of the things she counted as beautiful in the world. One of the things she was thankful she had experienced.
“So — “ Gregori’s silver eyes burned over his brother. “You are Darius. I have heard much of your exploits. The miracle of keeping so many children alive, including two of our females.” He clasped Darius’s arms just above the elbows in the formal greeting of one warrior to another.
Gregori emanated power from every pore. He had long black hair like Darius, and a stockier, more muscular build than most Carpathian males. His eyes were a piercing silver, and as they rested on the brother he hadn’t seen in centuries, an affectionate gleam glimmered in the depths.
Looking at him, Darius was at a loss for words. He had memories of this man locked away, placed carefully where they would never be tarnished. He had always been proud of being Gregori’s sibling. In the earlier days, when life was hard and Darius struggled to safeguard the other children, he had drawn heavily on those memories of his legendary brother. He had honed his will of iron by comparing himself to his brother, by pretending Gregori was watching him, judging his actions. As a child, lost in the wilderness with infants to care for, Darius had tried hard to live up to the legendary image of his brothers. The twins were a myth, the greatest vampire hunters known to their people. Gregori had been so much more real to him.
Gregori stared into the steady gaze of his brother. “No one could be prouder of the things you accomplished than I. It was indeed miraculous that you saved both girls and saw Barack and Dayan through the long centuries of darkness. I thank you for giving me back my sister.” He turned his head to look at her. Desari. She was tall and straight, with a voice like an angel. “A true gift to the world.”