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A few hours.
And exactly where are we?
Rumy’s villa in the Como system, very private and more secure than any other place on earth. Daniel can’t get to us here.
Thank God.
I’m going to send someone to you.
Okay.
She honestly couldn’t manage more than that. A few minutes later, a woman showed up with a tray of food. She wore a woven gown of some kind and her dark-brown hair was drawn back in a twist. “Are you hungry?” She smiled when she asked.
Shayna put a hand to her stomach. “Starved.” She didn’t wait to be told but scooted up in bed, propping pillows behind her.
“I am always hungry after I’ve donated to a vampire.” She settled the tray over Shayna’s lap.
“You’re human?” Shayna was shocked.
“I’m a refugee out of the slave trade here in the vampire world. I’m originally from San Francisco, and yes, very human.” She glanced down at the tray. “But have some of this soup. It’s homemade with organic vegetables and you will feel a hundred percent better once you’ve eaten. I promise you.”
Shayna had so many questions, but that wasn’t exactly new. She lifted the spoon and dipped into what proved to be a thickened broth with beans and bits of ham, carrots, and celery. Her stomach growled, telling her to get on with it, the faster the better.
The first spoonful was like heaven, and she felt as though she hadn’t eaten for weeks instead of just a few hours. She had to work to calm the panic she felt.
When she’d settled down, she glanced up at the woman. “What’s your name?”
“Yvonne and you’re Shayna. I’ve been told that you’re in a grad program in anthropology and that you might have a few questions for me.”
Shayna’s brows rose as she took another spoonful of soup. Apparently, Yvonne had been warned. She smiled as she responded, “Only about a hundred.”
When Yvonne chuckled and said “Fire away,” Shayna knew she’d found a friend.
* * *
Marius hurt, especially in his lower extremities. Hours later and despite his own healing efforts and a team of specialists, he was still in pain.
Rumy had finally brought in a surgeon since the bomb that had exploded had planted shrapnel everywhere. Fortunately his trajectory and the way he’d held Shayna cradled in his arms had spared his upper torso as well as her body from injury.
But even his ass hurt.
Rumy stood nearby in an expensive black silk shirt, arms crossed over his chest. He grinned at Marius.
“What are you smiling about?”
“You’re alive, dammit, and you shouldn’t be.”
“Fuck off. I’m in pain.”
Rumy made a sad face. “Oh, poor powerful Marius.”
He didn’t exactly want sympathy, but Rumy was pissing him off.
The surgeon snapped on his gloves. “Roll onto your stomach and let’s get this shit out of you.”
At that, his lips curved. Though it hurt like hell, he did as he was told.
He spent the next hour trying not to wince, especially since a few bits were big and had gone in deep.
