We would be moaning too,my dragon assured me.It would be that good.
I had no doubt, because underneath that cool, collected exterior was a soul simmering with passion and desire. Passion and desire that tortured me every time I ventured too close — or too far.
“Whether it was Szabo or someone else, he wasn’t after Mina,” Bene reasoned.
Maybe not, but he couldn’t have failed to notice the way we’d rushed to her aid.
“No, but if someone wants to get to us, he would target our weakest link — and that’s Mina,” Roux said, voicing my fears.
She’s not weak,my dragon snarled.
No, she wasn’t. The night Henrik had snuck through the attic had proven that. I had no idea what she’d done, but one moment, I could clearly sense her there, frightened in bed, and the next…
Vanished,my dragon whispered in awe.
Well, not quite, but blurred. There, but not there. I’d circled over the château countless times afterward, trying to puzzle out what she’d done.
Clearly, our hostess had a few supernatural powers of her own.
One of a kind,my dragon sighed dreamily.
Bene kicked the ground. “Let’s say it wasn’t Szabo. Who — or what — was it?”
“No scent. That points to a vampire,” Roux observed.
Henrik grimaced but didn’t protest.
“Getting this close wouldn’t take any special skill.” Roux motioned to the woods. “Not with zero security.”
I bit back a growl. All four of us were highly trained, yet no one had been on watch last night — or any night over the past week.
Well, that had all changed now.
The morning was chilly, and the sun had just climbed into a layer of cloud. But a moment later, a brilliant beam broke through and warmed my back.
I turned, and oops. Still cloudy, but Mina marching toward us from the house made the whole world brighter.
“Watch what you say,” Bene warned the others as she approached.
“Anything new?” Mina asked, coming up with a tray of steaming coffee mugs and croissants.
“God, I love France,” Bene murmured, helping himself, though careful to avoid the mug printed with a painting of blue horses — Mina’s favorite and strictly off-limits. “Tell Gordon I want all my future assignments here, okay?” Then he winced as Mina’s expression fell. “Or maybe not,” he mumbled.
I jutted my jaw. If lions had multiple brain cells, you could have fooled me. Or maybe ninety-nine percent were devoted to grooming, leaving one percent to manage everything else.
“Nothing new to report, unfortunately,” Roux admitted.
Mina scoffed. “You’ve been out all night and most of the morning, and you haven’t found anything? Either Gordon needs to fire all of you, or you’re lying.”
Bene sighed. “He’s lying.”
“No kidding.” She thrust the tray into Henrik’s hands and snatched her own coffee and croissant from it. Then she pointed the croissant at the garden. “Show me.”
Show meimplied someone else leading the way, but Mina was the one who marched us over at a pace that said she meant business.
I hid a grin and followed, taking my own coffee and pastry with me.
“Do I look like a waiter?” Henrik grumbled in our wake.
