“A cave with a river of blood?” Kincaid chuckled. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never heard of anything like that.”
“Me, either.”
“Are you going to look for it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. There’s nothing to keep me here, with the town closed. Hell, at this point, I’m willing to try anything.”
“Well, if you decide to go, count me in. I’ve never seen a river of blood.” Kincaid paused a moment before asking, “How are you feeling?”
Saintcrow shook his head. “Some days I feel all right and some days I want to rip into everybody I see. Oriana’s blood helped some. In fact, I might ask her for another drink.”
“Couldn’t hurt.” Giving Saintcrow a slap on the back, he said, “I’ve gotta go. I promised Rosa I wouldn’t be gone long.”
“Tell her hi for me.”
“Will do.”
Saintcrow stared into the darkness for a moment and then grinned. He had a woman waiting for him, too. His mind brushed hers. She was lying in bed wearing a black lace nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. He grinned as his body responded to the image. A moment later he was lying in bed beside her, everything else forgotten but his love for the amazing woman in his arms.
Chapter Twelve
“You’re going, aren’t you?”
Saintcrow looked up from the book he’d been reading to find Kadie staring down at him, her arms crossed over her luscious breasts. “Going where?”
“Don’t give me that ‘what are you talking about’ look, Rylan Saintcrow! You’re going to Romania to look for that cave.”
Saintcrow blew out a sigh. She knew him way too well. “I’m thinking about it.”
“And thinking about leaving me home.”
“Kadie...”
“I’m going.” Even though she was a vampire and carried his ancient blood, he sometimes treated her as if she was still a puny human female who couldn’t take care of herself.
“Kadie, love...”
“Don’t ‘Kadie, love’ me, Rylan Saintcrow. Either I’m going or you aren’t.”
Grinning, he tossed the book aside and pulled her onto his lap. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Anything you want,” she retorted with a teasing grin.
Desire flared in his dark eyes.
“Later,” she said. “You’re taking me with you, right?”
“Kadie, there’s a small coven of vampires in the mountains of Transylvania. Most of them are old ones who have taken refuge there because they’re free to do whatever they choose. They’ve killed so many vampire hunters that hunters refuse to go anywhere near the place now. The coven is said to prey on humans and vampires alike and...”
Kadie slapped her hand over his mouth. “Stop trying to scare me, Mr. Saintcrow. I’m going. And if you use some of that ancient power of yours to compel me to stay home, I’ll....I’ll burn Morgan Creek to the ground while you’re gone.”
Amused by her tirade, Saintcrow threw back his head and laughed, then bit back a curse when she stood and kicked him in the shin. “Hey! What are you trying to do? Break my leg?”
Hands fisted on her hips, she glared at him. “Are you taking me with you?”
