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When she thought back to what Daniel had wanted Quill to do in Costa Rica, to try yet again to persuade Marius to join their world-domination efforts, somehow she knew that Daniel already had the weapon. In fact, she was sure of it. Yet she also knew that the wavy lines had marred her ability to get the whole picture, and before she offered up any more vision-type information to Marius, she needed to get rid of those lines. She strongly suspected that she would have known about the bomb if she’d had full access to the last vision.
When Yvonne returned and reported that Marius had just finished having the last of the shrapnel removed, and that he’d had the work done without anesthesia, Shayna groaned. “I can’t even let a dentist touch my mouth without several shots of Novocain.”
Yvonne smiled. “These vampires are tough, especially the fighting men.”
Shayna considered laying her problem before Yvonne, but the woman was human and showed no real signs of the kinds of strange power that Shayna could access.
She needed to talk to a vampire. Maybe Yvonne would know someone who could help.
Once Yvonne knew what she needed, she nodded wisely. “I know exactly who you should talk to. Let me have a chat with Rumy and see if we can bring her in. She’s different, though, and she’ll have a bizarre take on things, but she’s also incredibly perceptive in a surprising way.”
Yvonne was ready to take off, but Shayna called her back. “Listen, I’m going stir-crazy in this bed. I feel fine and I’d love to get up and get dressed, but I don’t have any clothes.”
“Oh, of course.” She crossed to an armoire, a lovely antique, and opened the doors. She gestured to the clothes hanging inside and stacked on shelves. “Rumy stocked it so you’re all set. Consider these yours.”
Shayna held up her arm still hooked to the IV. “What about this?”
“Let me talk to Rumy. He probably knows what the orders are.”
She was only gone a couple of minutes before she returned wearing a smile. She quickly removed the IV. “You’re all set and I think Marius is out of surgery as well.” She glanced at her watch. “We’ll have our main meal in about an hour and we’d love for you both to join us. We eat together as a community once a week so it will be a madhouse potluck, with fifty lively kids running around.”
Shayna smiled and something inside her relaxed. “That sounds wonderfully normal.”
Yvonne offered her another smile then left, closing the door securely behind her.
Shayna breathed a big sigh of relief. She really needed to be moving. It was one thing when she felt so faint, but now that she was recovered, she had a job to do—and ultimately a life to get back to.
If she and Marcus could find the damn weapon, she’d have plenty of time to finalize her plans for getting to her fieldwork in Malaysia.
As she hunted through all the blouses and tops, all cut way too low, of course, she finally decided she’d have to wear a tank top backward and a second shirt like normal. The rest was typical Rumy fare: black lace thongs, sexy lace bras that would force her breasts up and out, and snug jeans. She ignored the stilettos lined up like aggressive troops going into battle, relieved to find a pair of flats. She’d be comfortable and could hopefully keep the take-me-now factor on low rumble.
She stripped off the cotton nightgown and stepped into a lace thong. The bra was a little snug and her breasts, always on the full side, poured from the cups, as usual. The closet had a full-length mirror so she couldn’t help but look.
She was almost sexy.
She ran a hand down the narrow curve of her waist. Michelson had said her proportions were all wrong, her waist too small, her hips too big, her legs too long.
Shayna, are you all right?
Marius’s voice in her head startled her. I’m fine. I’m getting dressed.
It’s just that you felt angry all of a sudden. I sensed all this renewed energy then a shift that felt like you wanted to hit something. You’re sure you’re okay?
Something is bothering me, she responded, still looking at herself in the mirror, but it has nothing to do with you or this situation, just an asshole I’m pissed at right now.
But not me?
Of course not.
Good. I was worried. Rumy told me you’d needed a transfusion. I’m so sorry.
You couldn’t help it, Marius. You were losing blood and trying to keep us both in the air. But you got us safely to Cuba, and Rumy took us the rest of the way. We’re on the mend and I’m so glad you’re out of the woods. What’s the prognosis?
I have healers with me now. I should be good to go in a few minutes, then I’ll come to you.
I’ll see you then. She felt Marius shut down and thought it was a good thing, at least for now, because she had something important to think through and it had to do with her ex.
/> She continued to look at herself in the mirror, turning so that she could see her firm ass. She ran three miles a day come rain or shine and had for years. She was fit and, dammit, she looked it.
