"Come to the security office." Connor's voice sounded urgent. "We just heard from Angus. Casimir and two of his cohorts came to Apollo's compound. There was a battle, but Casimir escaped. We need to discuss our next move."
"I'll be right there." Phil dropped the walkie-talkie back into his pocket. "I'm sorry, Vanda—"
"I understand. Too bad they didn't kill Casimir."
Phil tucked in his shirt, then refastened the waistband of his pants. "Do you know him?"
"I never met him, but Sigismund spoke very highly of him. He wanted to be Casimir's best friend, but that honor belonged to Ivan Petrovsky and Jedrek Janow."
Phil recalled that Ivan had been the Russian-American Coven Master until two of his own harem women had murdered him. "Jedrek was the guy who attacked DVN?"
Vanda nodded. "He was a big pal of the Nazis. He hunted me for a year after Karl died. I lived in constant terror, always afraid the wolves would tear me to pieces while I lay helpless in my death-sleep." She shuddered.
"Vanda, sweetheart." Phil caressed her cheek. "You're safe now. Shall I take you back to Maggie?"
She took a deep breath. "I'll be fine. You go on, and I'll follow in about five minutes. We don't want people to see us returning to the party together."
He hesitated, reluctant to leave her. "I hate to see you hurting."
"I'll be all right. I'll take Maggie back to the club. I'm always happy there. I feel in control there."
"Then I'll see you before dawn at the townhouse." He leaned over to kiss her, but she turned her head away.
"Good night, Phil."
It's just sex. Vanda doubled over in her chair, resting her head in her hands. Tears threatened to escape. What a fool she was.
It wasn't just sex. It was glorious sex. The best she'd ever had. Her whole body hummed with residual energy. And she wanted more. You would think experiencing three earth-shaking orgasms in a row would be enough, but no. It was like Phil had awakened a lusty beast inside of her. It had lain dormant for over fifty years, and now it demanded satisfaction. It demanded Phil.
She pressed her thighs together, relishing the pressure on her sensitive, still-aroused sex. Oh God, Phil had been inside her. He'd touched her and tasted her. He'd made her scream.
It should have been just sex. She'd thought the physical act would be a welcome release from all the frustration and anger that had hounded her the past week. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Distract Phil from his anger management duties and curiosity about her past and have a little fun on the side. After all, it was just sex.
She sat up and looked at the table where she'd squirmed and screamed. It had happened. She couldn't take it back.
Damn him. He'd known exactly what he was doing to her. She'd wanted to keep it purely physical and impersonal, but he had demanded that she look at him. And each time she had, her heart had swelled with so much emotion. She could pretend it was lust, admiration, or fondness, but who was she kidding?
Tears streamed down her cheeks. All her attempts to keep the world at a safe distance had been in vain. Phil had swept back into her life and in just a few days, he'd completely overwhelmed her.
There was something different about him. Sure, he'd filled out his large frame with more muscle, and he was more handsome than ever, but there was something else, something deeper and more subtle. Now, he exuded so much confidence and power. An abundance of raw energy and male sexuality simmered beneath the surface, and it called to her. It drew her in, and she was helpless to resist.
She wiped her face. Okay, so the physical attraction was red hot. And her heart was weakening fast. But she still possessed a stubborn mind and strength of will. The coffin of horrors hidden in the recesses of her mind was still shut. There had been a few leaks the last few days, but she would put an end to that. She'd simply refuse to divulge any more information. Her past would be off limits. Her heart would be off limits. And to play it safe, to keep her heart intact, her body would be off limits.
No man would conquer her. Not even Phil.
He was going to win Vanda's heart, no matter how much she resisted. Phil knew she wanted him. She'd responded to his lovemaking so quickly and sweetly. As annoying as it was for her to act aloof now, it was clear to him that it was an act. She was trying to protect herself. She was afraid to fall in love, afraid of making herself vulnerable to more heartache. But love wasn't something she could turn off like a water faucet. It was happening, whether she cared to admit it or not.
The security office was on the other side of Romatech, so on the way, Phil stopped in a restroom to wash off her scent. Vamps had a superior sense of smell, almost as good as werewolves, and he wanted to keep his affair with Vanda private.
He strode into the banquet hall. The band had left, along with Corky Courrant and most of the guests.
"Phil." Maggie approached him, holding both her and Vanda's evening bags. "Where's Vanda? I thought she was with you."
"She was. I took her to an anger management session with Father Andrew, and then we…had a talk. She wanted to be alone for a while to think things over."
"A talk?" Maggie gave him a dubious look, then leaned forward to whisper. "Your pants are unzipped."
Shit. Phil turned toward a wall and quickly yanked the zipper closed.
Maggie looked away to give him privacy. "Is she all right?"
"Yes."
"I know she acts tough, but she's really very fragile. I'll be royally pissed if you hurt her in any way."
"I won't hurt her. I'm in love with her."
Maggie turned to face him. "Did you tell her that?"
"No. I didn't think she could handle it right now."
Maggie nodded slowly. "You're probably right." She peered around the nearly empty room, then stepped closer to him. "I need to tell you something. Earlier, when I was talking to Shanna, I accidentally let it slip in front of Vanda that some of my in-laws are shape shifters."
He sucked in a quick breath. "How did she take it?"
"She turned ghostly pale, and I thought it was from shock, but then she said she already knew about them. I thought you should know."
His earlier spurt of optimism deflated. It might take longer than he thought to win Vanda's heart.
"Where is she?" Maggie asked.
"The room next to the chapel, at the end of the hallway." He motioned to the double swinging doors behind the bandstand. "She said she would come here soon, but you might want to check on her."
"I will." Maggie hurried off.
Phil strode into the foyer, wondering how much Vanda knew about shape shifters.
Phineas zoomed in through the front door and joined him. "I was just finishing my rounds when Connor called," he said in a husky voice.
"How are you feeling?" Phil asked.
"Better. Roman gave me some Blissky on ice, and that helped with the throat burn." Phineas placed a hand over his heart. "But the pain of betrayal—how could my sweet angelic LaToya be so cruel?"
"Give her time." Phil headed down the hall with him. "She just needs to get to know you."
Phineas grimaced. "That's what I'm afraid of. What if she finds my rap sheet? I'll be lucky if she doesn't try to arrest me. How can love be so cruel?"
"I know what you mean. The lady I love is scared to death of wolves. How can I tell her what I am?"
Phineas sighed. "Fate can be so cruel." He shot Phil a curious look. "Who are you in love with?"
"It's…complicated."
Phineas snickered. "You're in love with an it?"
"She's a Vamp. I believe you all claim to be somewhat human."
Phineas scoffed. "Then what's the problem, bro? Don't you big bad wolves live a nice long time?"