Dominik
I would kiss her again if it wasn’t for the fact I can hear one of Damek’s vampires scratching at the keyhole of the door we’re stood next to.
I doubt he has any powers left after spending all this time out in the daylight, even muted as it is with the snowfall. If he did, he’d already be through the door. Right now, I expect he’s doing nothing more than acting as a beacon to his sire.
Until he expires altogether.
I need time, which is an unusual concept for a vampire, but until I can work out exactly what Damek is planning, I need to keep him away from Lucy and my mind clear.
Although with her scent in my nostrils and her taste on my tongue, the best thing I’ve had in decades, I doubt I’ll ever think clearly again.
Especially given my cock has decided it isn’t going to play nicely, not until it’s sheathed in her. A situation which I am absolutely certain will be rectified as soon as I am able to get her somewhere comfortable.
I have yet to fail in charming a female, and I certainly will not give up in charming my mate.
Although admittedly, I’d probably prefer it if she didn’t remain armed with a stake and the intent to use it. That is going to make things tricky.
“This way.” I gently guide her in front of me, through the crumbling building and out into the street where the car is waiting for us.
“How did you…?”
“There’s these things vampires use. They’re called mobile phones,” I advise, opening the door so she can get in, and I follow.
“Yeah, right. Tell me again how the vampires following me are nothing to do with you?”
“I sent a text before I caught up with you on the tram.”
“So, this was planned?”
“Surely you would want me to have an exit strategy?”
Lucy sits back against the leather seats and folds her arms over her chest with a huff as she stares out the window of my Lamborghini SUV.
“Where are we going?” she asks, eventually.
“To the airport.”
“Yeah, well if you’d left me there in the first place, none of this would be necessary.”
I smile, feeling my fangs descending further.
“On the contrary, I couldn’t protect you had you left Hungary.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” she mutters.
I do not react. If she thinks her family would have provided protection back in the United Kingdom, she would be incorrect. Being a Van Helsing doesn’t give you immunity from death.
Only being a vampire does. Or at least it gives us a level of immortality I’ve begun to find tiresome.
I make a few calls to ensure the aircraft is ready and direct my driver around to the private area where it is waiting.
The snow has abated, and the sky is clearing which means the next few hours are going to be uncomfortable. The car pulls into a large hangar and drives through to the other side past my private jet.
“We’re going in a helicopter?” Lucy says as we reach the far side to where the doors are wide open, the landing pad cleared of snow by the heated section underneath. “Where?”
“You’ll see.”
“I don’t like surprises,” she growls at me, her hand in her coat to where I know she has the stake hidden.
“I appreciate that, but this is a trip I’d like to keep between ourselves.”
I hope the inflection in my voice is enough for her to get my meaning. She opens her mouth, studies my face, then closes it again and says nothing.
Lucy Cushing is not stupid. I’m well aware of her talents, not including those she has with two feet of sharpened wood. She understands we have to keep our final destination from as many people as possible.
The snow blanketing the rest of the airport deadens most sounds, save for those of planes taking off. In the distance, the clouds which dropped their recent load have moved away to the west.
We exit the car and a worker hurries up to me.
“Mr. Király? I have the weather report for you,” he says in Hungarian.
“The snow?”
“Moving to the west. There’s a high coming in, and the weather should be good enough providing you’re not flying outside of Hungary.”
I nod as he hands me the folder containing the relevant documents which I tuck under my arm before holding out my hand to shake his.
He takes it and I pull him close.
“You will not remember this interaction. You will remove all references to it from your computer systems when you return to your desk. You will forget you ever saw me.”
“I will forget I ever saw you,” he repeats.
“Good.” I spin him around and put an arm around Lucy. “This way, my dear.”
We walk out onto landing pad to the helicopter. I open the passenger side door to allow her to get in and direct her on how to put on the safety belts, then walk around to the other side and climb in.
“You’re flying?” Lucy says.
“Yes. Of course.”
“Is there any other way to get where we’re going?”
“You still don’t trust me?”
“You’re going to have to do more than show me a helicopter to get me to trust you, vampire,” she retorts.
Looks like this trip is going to feel far longer than it will take.