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He definitely wanted to have her naked and feed her chocolate. Then with bliss on her face, he'd thrust into her tight cunt and make her feel even better.
Fuck.He needed to get himself under better control.
Once Nora took the last of the scone from his fingers—her lips brushing his hand ever so slightly, he thought on purpose—she leaned back and gestured toward his books. Without words, he knew her question, so he answered, "I think I'm ready, but there's always more to know when it comes to healing magic. I really fucking wish I had my modern reference guides, but I'll make do with these outdated ones somehow."
"Maybe once Yesenia's better at using her time travel magic, she can fetch you some of the ones you need."
"If Dark Lord Khan will allow her to. I hope so, because if I'd known I wouldn't have them one day, I might've tried harder to memorize more."
Nora laid her hand on his and squeezed. "Apart from a few fae witch seers, no one else can see into the future. We just have to make do with what we have."
He placed his free hand on top of hers. "I know, baby. Now, while we wait for Black to get here, tell me more about your safe havens. I was going to ask during the carriage ride, but I feel asleep."
Nora's face lit up as she told him of the various homes she had set up for victims of sexual slavery and prostitutes who wanted a fresh start. A few single, unwed mothers sometimes showed up as well, although not as often. The stigma was still harsh in the present.
The more she shared, the more River vowed to get her comfortable visiting the places she loved so much.
It seemed his list of things he wanted to do with Nora grew by the day. And for the first time, River didn't have the slightest desire to return to the future. He wanted his sister Meadow safe, of course. But once that was done, he was going to devote himself to this time and his vampire, no matter how fucking difficult it might be to live in the past.
* * *
Count Everett Blacksat in the carriage across from his younger sister and jostled his leg to keep from asking her yet again if she needed anything.
He'd always known Grace was special. She'd been born blind and had required some extra help as a wee lass to learn how to navigate without sight. However, with time, she'd learned every inch of their home up in the Scottish Highlands, had memorized distances, and could get around it without issue as long as no one rearranged the furniture without notice. Grace had developed a sense of independence.
And yet, despite their Scottish home being remote and well-guarded for decades, recent events had made the place less safe. Namely, he'd teamed up with the vampire and fae witch Dark Lords of London to watch and figure out what the bloody hell the French vampires were doing in their city.
And what they'd learned so far hadn't been good. Not to mention the French bastards had kidnapped Leo Yates's nephew and tortured him. Because of the signed truce between the shifters, vampires, and fae witches, it meant they had a pact to work together and find a way to kick the French back to France.
He'd helped where he could, mostly through gathering information. Neither Yates or Khan knew how Everett controlled a cadre of spies who worked for him. Regardless, that group were some of his best weapons and Everett had even sent a few to work in secret, living a fictional life to get others to talk to them.
And even if his spies hadn't been discovered, by now the French vampires were fully aware Everett was helping Yates. That made him—and, more importantly, his sister—big targets.
His sister more so, given the fact she was a female shifter who couldn't see, which made her easier for the vampires to kidnap if he'd left Grace on her own in Scotland.
Hence him snatching Grace from the only home she'd ever known and bringing her to London where he could better protect her.
However, London had bloody well confused and scared her, and rightly so. The noise was so overwhelming, she couldn't leave his house without a handful of escorts, and whatever independence she'd managed over the years had vanished. In the end, Grace had finally retreated into her set of rooms and stayed there.
His once bright, cheerful sister now sat across from him, sighing and fiddling with the knitting in her hands. Her listlessness wrenched his fucking heart in two.
Everett didn't know if the fae witch healer from the future could help Grace or not—which would mean giving her a wee bit more freedom—but he was more than willing to call in his favor with Yates to find out.
He was so lost in thoughts of what could go right or wrong with the doctor that he missed Grace's question. "Pardon?"
"How much longer is it until we arrive?"
He glanced out of the carriage window, and Yates's large country home wasn't too far in the distance. "Maybe five minutes or so, Gracie. What's wrong?"
She carefully laid her knitting into the bag at her side. "Are you ever going to fully explain why first you took me to London and now to some other place in the English countryside? Merely saying it's for my best interest doesn't reveal much."
He'd held back the fact a doctor from the future was staying at Yates's country home. Everett and Grace's father and mother had tried every doctor and charlatan they could find, hoping one could finally make Grace see.
However, all their fucking poking and prodding had only given his sister unnecessary scars, nightmares, and made her feel bloody well unwanted by their parents.
Everett had never tried to do the same by seeking out doctors to help her. Until now. "I told you how I wanted you to meet someone, aye?" She bobbed her head and he continued, "Well, I didn't know if you'd come if I told you the truth. But remember how I told you Dark Lord Yates married a female fae witch from the future, a time-wielder?" Another nod. "Recently, she brought her brother to the past. And he's a healer."
She stiffened. "No, Everett. Unless I'm dying, I won't see a doctor."
