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It could still happen though, couldn't it? Tonight, even.
Stop it, she told herself. Stop borrowing trouble.
For one thing, Graham had never done any of it in Brian's presence. With that hateful vampire intuition, he'd obviously figured out she coped better with Brian close.
But though Butch's place was a nice-sized estate, it wasn't the maze of hallways of the Council compound or a Gathering locale. She tamped down the tight ball of apprehension in her stomach. If she could stay with Brian throughout the evening, then Graham shouldn't succeed in getting her alone.
She could tell herself Graham was no different from any other vampire, but he gave her a sense of dread and fear she couldn't hide, and he exploited it. He was a sexual predator.
Given that vampires were the top predator in the food chain and their servants were essentially sex slaves when they wanted to exercise their libidinous nature, it sounded laughable, but she knew she was right. Most other servants were experienced enough to please him without setting off his sadism trigger, but in those breakfast discussions, it was clear he was no one's favorite. No one else seemed to fear him as she did, though. She wished she had their fortitude.
She set her jaw. She did, damn it. She was an accomplished scientist as well as a dedicated vampire's servant, and damn good at both jobs. She'd had a few weak instances these past couple of days, and her Master had indulged them, but it was time to prove herself worthy of that consideration, the way Jacob did with his Mistress. He didn't whine and moan about this kind of thing.
Arriving in Butch's spacious study, her gaze swept the room. It was decorated in western colors and masculine appointments, like the vast main desk, long sofa and five large flat screens where he could mix and match simultaneous viewing options. She'd requested a couple folding tables and they were already here.
Pushing aside her worries about the evening, she got down to work. It didn't take too long to lay out everything, but once she opened up her laptop and Brian's side by side, there was email to check and reports to download from the Alabama and Berlin facilities, as well as from the teams they had out in the field. Answering questions via video chat, compiling data, studying results and making her notes kept her busy for quite some time.
As a result, when the sound of a cleared throat at the study door had her lifting her head and looking around, she was surprised to realize it was mid-afternoon.
Dix Conner was standing in the doorway. The rangy, sunbaked man looked every inch a true cowboy in his dusty boots and jeans, a holstered knife at his belt and a pair of battered work gloves tucked in his waistband. His open-necked cotton shirt was stained with sweat and clung to his tough body. He smelled not unpleasantly of grass, horses and cows.
She'd had a brief look at him last night, but here it was evident what a good match he was with Butch. Butch Dorn was tall and magnetic, a broad-shouldered big man with piercing gray eyes and a thick silk mane of dark hair, saved from prettiness by his rugged features. Though a human lost most scars when turned to a vampire, she'd noted a unique trait to Butch. Though his skin hadn't seen sun in almost three centuries, he was nearly as tanned as Dix. It was as if the sun had been stamped on him, as much a part of him as blood and bone. The Texas outdoor life suited both of them, even if Butch only experienced it at night.
"Yolanda said you might need some food," Dix said.
He was carrying a couple thick sandwiches and what appeared to be homemade potato chips, still warm and fragrant from the oven. "Figured I'd come share lunch with you and find out what you're going to do to the big lab rat tonight. Butch also wanted me to go over any info I can give you up front before we have to deal with that pointless waste of time known as dinner."
"That's very kind." She gave him an appreciative smile. "I am sorry about that. Honestly, I think Brian would have been just as happy to focus on his work and have takeout."
"Amen to that. But don't worry. I wasn't pinning this on Lord Brian." Dix waved a hand and pulled up a chair on the other side of the small table so they could both eat. "Butch knows some things you have to do when it comes to vampires, just to remind everyone of their place in the scheme of things. Vampires who get too informal and unstructured tend to start walking outside the lines. Hope I didn't offend."
"You couldn't possibly," she said, and he grinned at her graciousness, pushing a few more chips her way.
"Eat up. There are plenty more in the kitchen, even more than the other hands can eat, if that's possible. Yolanda must have imported all the potatoes in Ireland. You know we won't get to eat until late tonight. But I always prefer to eat two or three hours before these things, make sure digestion isn't an issue, if you get my drift."
For a few blissful hours, she'd forgotten about dinner. Now her stomach curdled. She took only one more bite of sandwich before giving up and taking a drink of the sweet tea instead.
"Something the matter?" Dix asked, concern creasing his weathered brow. His brown hair was spiky and short and she noticed an old scar near the hair line. Third marks didn't always lose their scars, either. Nor their inhibitions from their former life, unfortunately.
She straightened. "No. Not at all. Are the other vampires already here?"
"Yeah. Most arrived last night. Texas is a pretty big area, so they tend to come a day early to avoid sun exposure. You guys were the last to arrive." Dix watched her closely, eyes shrewd in a way that reminded her of Jacob.
"It'll be okay," he said. "Butch doesn't let things get too out of hand. You've done this before, right?"
"Yes, of course. Really, it's fine." She grimaced, looked down at the plate. "It's nothing. I've had some unpleasant dealings with Lord Graham, but nothing that we don't expect, right?"
"Yeah, that one's an asshole."
Her gaze snapped up at his bald statement. "I think Butch was hoping he'd have better things to do tonight," Dix continued, "but since his and Butch's territories are adjacent, and Graham's always angling for Region Master -- God help us if and when that happens -- Graham's not going to miss an opportunity to show up and prove he has the biggest dick in the room. Shame he doesn't realize there's a difference between having one and being one."
She choked on a laugh and the sweet tea. Dix helpfully patted her back, giving her an encouraging smile as she regained composure. Bless the generous hearts of servants. Some of them could be as much a cross to bear as their Master or Mistress, but she'd had far more experience with those like Jacob and Dix.
She could do this. She'd just stay close to Brian. And whatever happened at the dinner, Brian would be there. Even Brian wouldn't beg off of a dinner this small, especially since he was the unofficial guest of honor.
"All right, then." She wiped her mouth with a napkin and took up her tablet. "Let's see what questions we can get done."
SS
Dinner was scheduled for 11pm to give Brian time to do what he needed. Butch submitted to the physical and tissue and blood sampling without complaint. When Debra drew the blood, finding a vein wasn't a problem. The bulge of muscles along his arms were vein-rich.
"So any vampires have an irrational fear of needles?" Butch asked, his breath stirring the hair of her bent head.
"I'm sworn to secrecy on that," she said.
"We'll see. I don't know a woman alive who can't be bribed by Yolanda's chocolate empanadas." Butch lifted his attention to Brian. "So explain to me again why you think I'm the ideal guinea pig for your study?"
Brian glanced at his monitor, tapped a few keys. "Because you're one of the most stable made vampires, according to your age and history," he said absently. "If we can understand the factors that contributed to that, we can make better decisions on which willing humans to turn to increase our own species. All while simultaneously working on increasing fertility rates of the born vampires."
"Mongrels are usually the healthiest dogs," Dix noted. He was sitting on a nearby stool, rotating back and forth with the help of one booted foot.
B
utch gave him a wry look. "With the exception of scrappy strays like you."
"I wasn't the one letting a little sun keep me from doing a hard day's work. The cows were in a hell of a mood today. Like herding a bunch of cats. Think it must be a full moon."
"If I threaten to disembowel him in front of you, is that a sign of instability?" Butch queried. Reaching out with his free hand, he touched the corner of Debra's mouth. "See, I made her smile. Told you I could do it, Dix."
Her gaze lifted, but Brian was standing just behind Butch, so it was his eyes that drew her. He was studying her with an unreadable look. Then he turned back to his laptop. The machine was set up on his portable desk which could be telescoped so he could use it while standing, like now.
