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“That was quite extraordinary,” Sam said in a low voice.
Janos inclined his head in agreement. “It was.”
“Was that your thanks for saving your life?” Sam smiled to let Janos know he was teasing.
“If you like,” Janos said with a pearly-toothed grin.
What a lovely smile he had. Everything about Janos was lovely.
“I like,” Sam said. He glanced towards the thick curtains that were keeping the worst of the coming dawn light out. “I need to go or I’ll be caught here.”
Janos shrugged. “You can stay and sleep until nightfall if you like.”
Sam hesitated because he liked that idea very much—even more if he could persuade Janos to lie with him—but something warned him from getting too comfortable too soon. This man was a human. He shouldn’t trust him, even if Janos had saved his life. Humans and vampires didn’t mix, as witnessed by the dramatic events at the club that night. It would do Sam no good to think about going down this road. Not with a human.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. “Thanks, but I have to go.”
If Janos was disappointed, he didn’t show it.
Sam dressed. His limbs felt weightless with continuing ecstasy and his cock was turgid once more as he tucked it away.
“So tell me,” Janos said in a too-casual tone of voice. “Where do you hang out when you’re not looking for prey at the club?”
Sam turned to look at him, pulling on his waistcoat. He shrugged. “Here and there. I have a bookshop on Castle Hill.”
“Really?” Janos looked interested. “What languages are your books in?”
“All languages. Mainly English and Hungarian though.”
Janos switched to heavily-accented English that sounded incredibly erotic and made Sam wish he was staying. “I’d like to read some to further my English. Perhaps I’ll come by.”
The exchange was so casual that Sam knew a deep current of feeling ran beneath it. “Your English is very good already,” he replied in his mother tongue. “Where did you learn it?”
Janos averted his gaze. He toyed with a loose thread on the eiderdown. “Someone taught me.”
Sam sat on the bed to lace up his boots. “A man?”
Janos bit his lip. “Yes.”
“What happened to him? Your Englishman.”
He saw deep pain cross Janos’s face before he tried hard to rearrange his features into neutrality. “He died.”
Sam put his hand on Janos’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear that. Was he killed in the war?”
Janos shook his head. “No. He was killed by a vampire.” He looked up with burning dark eyes.
Sam stared at him, shaken. He stood. “Then why would you...? Help me explain why you…”
“Let vampires fuck me?” Janos shrugged. “I don’t know. I really don’t. I have a death wish. I don’t care what happens to me anymore. I’ve been dead inside since Benedict was murdered. I wanted those vampires to have me today, to finish me off. You shouldn’t have intervened. But my God, I enjoyed killing them.” His eyes gleamed.
Sam swallowed. He shook his head. Janos shrugged away when Sam tried to touch him again. He climbed from the bed and padded naked to a chair in the corner where he pulled on a robe and fastened the belt.
“Please go now,” he said. He wrapped his arms around himself as though cold. As though he could ward Sam off. Sam was saddened by the change in his attitude. Now he spoke as though he hated Sam, and he guessed he had good reason to. So why take Sam to his bed? He wished he could get his head around that.
He looked at the wounds he had left on Janos’s neck. “I wouldn’t hurt you, Janos,” he said. “Not ever. Please know that. I know what I just did and I did it because you invited me to, but please believe me I wouldn’t do it ever again if you didn’t want me to.”
Janos bit his lip. He walked into an adjoining bathroom and closed the door.
