released an exhalation and sipped his blood-infused vodka. The small amount of blood coated his tongue and lips, painting them deep red.
On the dance floor, Savannah’s perfect mouth parted as she found herself sandwiched between Monica and a brunette wearing a black tube dress. Her muscles tensed minutely as she tried to slide away, and she heaved a sigh when she found no exit. Her gaze flicked upward, seeking Luke. The air hummed with the electricity between them.
“I ask you again. Why did you want to meet?” Luke now trained his attention back on him.
“I need you to find me another property.” Lorenzo said. “And fast.” What had started as a small side drug trade was quickly turning into something profitable. Even more than he’d imagined, especially since he’d introduced exotic bloods into the mix.
“What kind of property?” Luke asked.
“For a club.”
“You recently built your third club.”
“What can I say? They’ve been quite successful.” It wasn’t a complete lie, as his clubs generated money. Still, the profit turned wouldn’t be enough without the drugs and blood.
Luke remained silent, his expression pensive then said, “Anything particular in mind?”
“I want it near Termini.”
The train station. “I have something in Esquilino. Used to be a bar. Interested?”
“I’ll take a look at it.”
“Fine.” Luke rose from his seat.
“Wait.” Lorenzo snaked a hand around his wrist.
With the contact, nothing came to him. Luke had constructed a wall around his thoughts in defense. So that was how he wanted to play. Obviously Luke did not trust him enough to leave himself open.
“Is there something else?”
“There’s been talk,” Lorenzo replied, pushing past the silent insult the other vampire had dealt him. A cloud of smoke wove through the air between them. “Your companion ads are too public, drawing more attention than necessary. The Ancients are becoming suspicious.”
“Bollocks. Why would they bother with something so trivial?”
“I don’t know, but I’m only protecting your best interests. This is what I’ve heard.”
Luke shook his head “Do you truly want to discuss my companion ads?”
Lorenzo pinched his lips together and rubbed a hand over his face. “If you make powerful enemies, you’ll need powerful allies. You can’t go it alone against them and still survive.” In a softer tone he said, “Believe me, I’ve tried. Why do you think I surround myself with so much security?”
“I have no quarrel with the Ancients.”
“Yet.” He would have to work on convincing Luke to create an alliance with him. Otherwise, he would never be free from the accursed, watchful eyes of the Ancients. “Join me. You are powerful but I can teach you so much more. Imagine what a team we’d make. You’re a natural entrepreneur and business now couldn’t be better.”
“I do not do teams. Still, I will take your words under consideration and call you once we can see the property.” Luke threw down a few euro notes and left.
Stubborn fool. His obsession with greed and the desire to end his own immortality would be his undoing. Neither was Lorenzo’s problem. He nodded to two halfling vampires near the entrance, giving them the signal to follow Luke. Savannah drew his curiosity and he needed to understand her pull.
The iridescent blue of her dress glowed like the bottom of a flame amidst the club’s darkness. She leaned beside the bar and put distance between her and the female vamps as Luke crossed the dance floor. Her gaze tracked him as he drew close. “Everything okay?” she asked. The petite human half loved the vampire already. Predictable, and so easily dominated.
Luke placed a hand to her back and guided her to the club exit. “Fine. I apologize for any delay. Let us go. It is late and you are tired.”
Lorenzo yawned as they left. He called over a younger halfling, Giovanni.
Giovanni approached. “Yes, sir?”
“Bring me a woman. Human. Oh, and with green eyes if possible. Dark hair too. I don’t want to be waiting forever.” Yes, green eyes and black hair. Exactly the type of woman a powerful vampire needed.
“Yes, of course.” Giovanni nodded and walked away.
6
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open skies.
—Samuel Rutherford
“Where are we going?” Savannah shivered as Luke settled a hand on the small of her back, guiding her outside the bar and into night’s humidity. Her heels clicked along cobblestone as they made their way to Luke’s car. Why had he mentioned her being tired? Did the bags under her eyes show? She brushed below one eye with a finger, hoping to remove any runny makeup then pulled her shawl tighter and walked faster to keep pace with him. “Who were you talking to?”
“His name is Lorenzo. Do you want my jacket?”
His touch seemed to set fire to her skin, and she shook her head because she didn’t trust her voice. Why she’d decided to wear a dress with such a low cut back was beyond her. She was fortunate the cut of the dress hid her largest scars.
“He is different, compared with yesterday’s crowd. All of them were.” It seemed strange Luke’s tastes varied so widely within two nights. And yet he didn’t seem to fit in either place. His role playing was impeccable, but something told her there was more to him.
“Yes, his tastes run much more nefarious than the auction crowd’s. Get in,” he said, suddenly brusque as he opened her door.
She jumped at his tone. Why the rush? Stiff in the passenger’s seat, she took a deep breath and waited for Luke to slide in and start the car. Tension hardened the lines of his body, and his midnight gaze darted to the rearview mirror. Something was wrong. “We didn’t have to leave. I mean if you wanted to stay, we could have.” Perhaps things hadn’t gone smoothly with Lorenzo.
He glanced her way. “You are clearly exhausted.”
“I’m fine.” No way was he blaming anything on her. “Did you finish your business?”
“Enough of it.”
Unsure what to say and why he seemed so abrupt, she opened then closed her mouth. Inside Blood Bar, he’d almost been charming. Had she imagined their heated stares at each other across the room?
“You okay?” Despite a concerned tone, he appeared distracted, glanced in his rearview and side mirrors every few seconds.
She nodded, unsure of what he expected.
“Savannah.”
