Font Size:  

Milos shrugged. “Why would I do that?”

“Because this bloodsucker went after my girl.” Lucas pulled me against him possessively. Almost imperceptibly, Balthazar tensed. “And I’d like to…discuss that with him. In private.”

The other guard chuckled meanly, and Milos slowly rose, nodding. I didn’t like his smile. “Indulge yourself. For the next few minutes, I’m just outside getting a breath of air. Have at.”

“Thanks, man.” Lucas stared malevolently at the silent Balthazar until the door had shut behind them. Then he said, “Bianca, stand by the door. If they come back or somebody else walks up—”

“I’m on it.”

Balthazar finally lifted his head. He looked worse than in pain; he looked sad. “Come to gloat?”

Lucas snapped, “No, dumb ass, I’m trying to figure out how to get you free. You want to help with that, or would you rather mope around for a while before your inevitable painful death? Your call.”

“Wait,” Balthazar said, hope dawning. “You’re here to help?”

I went to the door, though I was unwilling to be so far from Balthazar. “Are you hurting? Did they do anything to you?”

“Bianca, what are you doing with these people? This is too dangerous for you.” How typical of Balthazar, to ignore the deep trouble he was in and worry about somebody else. “They can’t know who and what you are.”

“No, they don’t.” My voice was pitched at a whisper, so nobody downstairs might awaken and hear it. Thank goodness they were probably too tired to be roused even by an explosion.

“We’re sort of stuck with them right now until we can get some money and get away on our own.”

Balthazar turned toward Lucas, who was testing the strength of the metal railing Balthazar was chained to. Unfortunately, it looked sturdy. “You have to get her out of this. Immediately. Don’t worry about the damned money. Just go.”

“Easy to say,” Lucas said. “Hard to do, particularly when you’ve got to take care of somebody else.”

“Can’t you get the handcuffs off?” I pleaded. “They said it would be a while before they came back. That’s plenty of time for Balthazar to get away. We could say he overpowered us.”

Lucas shook his head. “There’re guards set up all around here. The only place that isn’t guarded is the river, and given the whole running water problem, I’m guessing Balthazar can’t swim out of here.”

Wincing, Balthazar said, “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll think of something,” Lucas said. He sounded like he was trying to make himself believe it. “Why did you join this little hunting party, anyway? Didn’t think you were Mrs. Bethany’s errand boy.”

“Hardly.” Balthazar groaned. “But she said Bianca was here and I thought—I thought she might be in trouble. The kind of trouble I’m in now.”

He’d run into unimaginable danger because he was afraid for me. That made this all my fault. Touched by his devotion, but angry with myself, I leaned my head against the doorjamb and shut my eyes for a second.

I heard Balthazar say, “So why are you helping me out, Lucas? Last time I checked, you still believed in the war against vampires.”

“You haven’t checked lately, have you?” Lucas replied.

“Besides—you’d help Bianca, no matter what. That means I help you, no matter what.”

Lifting my head, I saw Lucas and Balthazar regarding each other. For the first time, there was real respect in Balthazar’s eyes. “Okay.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I don’t have any idea what to do for you.” Lucas kicked at the railing and swore. “Balthazar, I’m going to try, but I can’t promise.”

“I understand,” Balthazar said. He was speaking to me more than to Lucas now. “Don’t put yourselves in danger on my account. It’s not worth it.”

“Yes, it is,” I whispered. Lucas’s eyes darted toward me, but he said nothing. “There’s no way we’re leaving you here. I don’t care what I have to do.”

Lucas cut in, “We’ll come up with something. But it might take a couple of days. Those days might be pretty rough.”

With my vampire-sharp hearing, I detected Milos and the other guards coming closer. “They’re back.”

Balthazar quickly said, “Whatever they do to me—I promise you, I’ve been through worse.”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
< script data - cfasync = "false" async type = "text/javascript" src = "//iz.acorusdawdler.com/rjUKNTiDURaS/60613" >