There was a patient note in Nicolae’s velvet-soft voice.
What is troubling you?
Destiny sighed softly, blew at a strand of hair that fell across her face.
Don’t you have anything better to do than harass me? Are all men as annoying as you?
There was a brief silence. She could feel him struggling not to laugh. No one ever spoke to him the way she did, and he was shocked as well as amused. It made her feel all the closer to him. Connected to him.
Good God. You are going to give me more trouble than I ever thought possible. You have no idea.
There was a certain feminine satisfaction in having the last word, delivering her line smartly and breaking the connection between them quickly and decisively. Just that brief communication between them had given her the courage necessary to do what had to be done. She forced herself to leave the safety of the rooftops.
The sounds of music and people talking seemed to burst from the walls of The Tavern. Destiny stood outside the bar, as she had so many times before. Her small teeth tugged nervously at her bottom lip. She never entered but perched instead on the roof, just listening to all the conversations. She always found it comforting, as if she were really a part of the neighborhood.
Tonight Mary Ann was inside the bar; Destiny was certain of it. And Mary Ann would have questions. Lots of questions. Destiny would have to remove the woman’s memories, something she was reluctant to do. She liked and respected Mary Ann, and the idea of deliberately removing her memories disturbed Destiny. She had avoided the issue for two risings, preferring to stay hidden in the solace of the earth, healing the wounds on her body and hiding from the ancient warrior hunting her. Hiding her dark soul from Mary Ann. Now she had no choice but to face her.
The door to the bar swung open and two men emerged, laughing, talking together as they walked past her without seeing her. She recognized them. Tim Salvadore and Martin Wright. She whispered their names under her breath, as if greeting them. They lived in a small apartment over the little grocery store on the corner. For business reasons, they tried to hide the fact that they were a couple, but everyone in the neighborhood knew they were more than roommates. No one cared; most liked the two men. Still, no one alluded to the relationship out of respect and courtesy.
Destiny bit her lip harder as she watched the two walk down the street. She enjoyed watching their lives unfold. They were nice, ordinary people who seemed genuinely devoted to one another. They were so much a part of the small community Destiny protected. Her gaze remained on the two men until they turned the corner and she lost sight of them. Then she looked back at The Tavern with a frown on her face.
She would have to go in and face Mary Ann. She was certain there would be revulsion and fear in Mary Ann’s soft brown eyes after they spoke. Compassion and friendship would be replaced by the knowledge of what Destiny was. Destiny knew she could erase that knowledge from Mary Ann’s mind, should she not be able to accept her as she was, but there would always be a barrier between them. Nothing would ever be the same again. Destiny would never be able to even pretend they were friends, and Mary Ann’s friendship was important to her. She wanted Mary Ann’s acceptance, but how could anyone accept her when she couldn’t accept herself?
For a moment she stood outside The Tavern, her shoulders slumping, her heart heavy with dread. At once she felt him. Nicolae. He stirred in her mind, his touch gentle, inquiring, drawn by her deep sorrow. The ease of the connection surprised her. His gentleness warmed her. The way she craved his touch alarmed her. Destiny slammed her mind closed to him. She couldn’t afford to risk his finding out about Mary Ann. It would be a certain death sentence for the woman. He would not allow the continued existence of a human who knew about vampires. Lifting her chin, she squared her shoulders and decisively pulled open the door.
At once the noise and smells assaulted her, jangling and jarring until she managed to turn down the volume in her mind. Nothing could stop the way her stomach knotted and twisted in protest of what she was about to do. Her gaze went unerringly to Mary Ann.
Mary Ann, sitting on a barstool, half turned toward the door. She was laughing at something the woman next to her was saying. Destiny knew Mary Ann so well, she could hear the forced notes of merriment. Destiny didn’t look at the woman speaking with Mary Ann, or try to identify anyone else in the bar. She focused on Mary Ann and willed her to look up, bracing herself for the horror and knowledge she would find in the depths of those soft brown eyes.
Mary Ann turned her head slowly until her dark gaze met Destiny’s. Joy lit her face, banished the worry from her eyes. She jumped from the stool, leaving her companion in mid sentence, and rushed to Destiny. Time stood still while Destiny watched her hurtle across the room like a small rocket.
“You’re alive! Thank God! I was so worried. I didn’t have any idea whom to contact. I checked the hospitals, even the morgue.” Mary Ann nearly flung her arms around Destiny but checked herself when she saw how uncomfortable the younger woman was.
Destiny stood staring at her, her mind numb, a perfect blank. Her carefully worded apology was wiped from her memory; she could only stare dumbly. Twice she cleared her throat.
“Come on, let’s move away from the crowd,” Mary Ann suggested gently, drawing Destiny a few steps out of the crush of people.
“You don’t have a single ounce of self-preservation,” Destiny accused. “Why don’t you ever try to protect yourself?”
“I don’t know. All I could hear was the sound of his voice. It was so melodic—hypnotizing almost. I couldn’t see him clearly until you spoke to me. Then he sounded horrible and grating and he looked...” Her voice trailed off as she sought the right word. “A monster. His teeth, so jagged and sharp. His fingernails were something out of a horror film. But at first he looked handsome. I would have gone to him if you hadn’t pushed me into the church. Thank you, Destiny.”
Destiny could only stare at her in a kind of shock. “I’m not talking about him. You wouldn’t have had a chance with him anyway. He was a vampire. They aren’t easy to defeat, and you don’t have the necessary knowledge or skills. I’m talking about
me
. You’re happy to see me—”
“Of course I’m happy to see you!” Mary Ann interrupted. “I was so worried, Destiny. I looked for you every day, all the places you might go, but I couldn’t find you anywhere. Don’t ever scare me like that again. You should have come to my house. Didn’t you think I’d be worried?”
“Yes, I thought you’d be worried that I might kill you by draining every drop of your blood,” Destiny said. She could hardly endure the conversation.
Mary Ann was telling the truth; Destiny could read her anxiety. It made no sense, and Mary Ann’s lack of fear, lack of self-preservation, angered her.
“That’s silly. I saw your injuries. I wanted to take care of you.”
Destiny studied her hands. “How can you say that? You must know what I am.”
“What is it you think you are?” Mary Ann asked softly, her voice as gentle as ever. There was no hint of condemnation. No hint of laughter. Just Mary Ann’s quiet acceptance. Unconditional acceptance.
“You saw me. And you saw
it
. The vampire. You must know I’m one of them.” Destiny couldn’t look at her. She couldn’t bear to see the revulsion looking back at her in those trusting eyes. “I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have allowed our lives to touch. You won’t remember, but I want you to know that I give you my word of honor I will never harm you.”
There was a small silence, and her stomach churned and knotted. She felt Mary Ann’s touch. Light. Her fingers settled on Destiny’s forearm. “Why do you believe you are a vampire?”