“I had quite a bit of work to do,” Francesca said, seating herself and reaching for Skyler’s hand. “I make stained-glass windows and also quilts for people in need.”
A slow smile curved the young girl’s mouth. “I had my friend here to keep me company.” She hugged the stuffed wolf to her. “I like the way you say that. ‘People in need.’ People like me. I’ve noticed you have a way of making me feel like everything is going to be all right. Sometimes, when my mind is very chaotic, I think of you and feel you in my mind.” Her long lashes swept down, concealing her expression, but Francesca was holding her hand and could read her mixed feelings. The girl was struggling to come to terms with the idea of entering life again.
“I’ll be with you every step of the way, Skyler,” she softly reassured her. “You won’t be alone, and you won’t be expected to take on more than you can cope with. I see you are worried about school. It isn’t necessary to think about it at this time.”
Skyler turned her face to wall. “Dr. Brice said I would have to go to school immediately so I wouldn’t fall behind. I didn’t want to tell him, but I hardly ever went to school. I’m different. I could never fit in.”
“You are different,” Francesca affirmed, “but that is not a bad thing. It doesn’t matter about school. You are gifted, quite brilliant actually. We can provide tutors for you and I can help when there is need. It is certainly nothing to worry about. Dr. Brice is a good man and he wants what is best for you, but he doesn’t have a clue about your special talents and gifts. He does not understand what it is like to be a woman and be abused as you were. He does not understand what it is like to be a child and have no guidance, no one to love you unconditionally. He has no say in your future, Skyler.”
Skyler’s fingers twisted together, a small betrayal of her nervousness. “I don’t like it here. I never feel safe unless you’re here, or...” She trailed off as if she had done something wrong. “Sometimes the other one touches my mind and I feel reassured.”
Francesca’s heart skipped a beat. “Not Gabriel?”
“He is there sometimes, but it is different. The other one never really says anything, he’s just there, touching me, but I can feel I’m not alone and he only comes when I’m very frightened. Like when I have a nightmare and I wake up. In the middle of the afternoon there was a stranger in here. I didn’t like him and I was so scared. That’s when the other one touched my mind. It was soothing and comforting.”
Francesca bit her lip. The other had to be Lucian. Was he so strong, then, that he could defeat the daylight and reach out to touch Skyler when she was frightened? Was he already so connected with her that he could read her fear even when his strength was at its lowest ebb? She forced air through her lungs, remaining calm. “What stranger entered your room, Skyler?”
“A man. He asked me lots of questions about you, but I didn’t answer or look at him. I retreated like I do. Into my own mind.” Skyler continued to look at the wall as if she were slightly ashamed of herself. Her hands were clutching the little stuffed animal until her knuckles turned white. “I don’t know if I can keep from doing it when I’m really afraid.”
Francesca gently pushed her hair from her forehead. She couldn’t wait to get the child home, where she would be surrounded by love, by feminine things. She couldn’t wait to do something with the wealth of hair that had been neglected for so long. “He’s a reporter, honey, nothing more. Someone told him a story about me and he wants to write about it. It has nothing to do with you, but I’ll make certain there’s a guard posted outside your door at all times. No one else will get in.” She should have posted a guard long before this.
A small sound escaped Skyler’s throat, something between a laugh and a cry. “A guard? I don’t think you have to go that far. I think it’s a little late for guards.”
Francesca leaned over the teenager and brushed her forehead with her lips in a small caress. “You are so silly, young lady, to think it is too late for a guard. You are beautiful and unique, a rare treasure. I intend to guard you and keep you safe for all time. There is no need to have idiot reporters breaking into your hospital room and questioning you.”
“He asked strange things. He wanted to know if I had ever seen you during daylight hours. Isn’t that a strange thing to ask?”
Francesca went very still inside. There were many people throughout Paris who would testify they had seen her during daylight hours; and there were photographs to prove it. Her picture had appeared more than once in the newspapers at various charity functions around the city. The reporter would soon lose interest in her if he was no more than a simple reporter; she wouldn’t fit the profile of what he was looking for. But if he was more than a reporter, if he was a member of the society hunting the Carpathian people, seeking proof of their existence, she needed to know.
“Francesca?” Skyler sounded tired and forlorn. “I want to go home with you. When can I get out of here? Everything scares me, even Dr. Brice, and I know he means well. I just can’t stand to be around him anymore. He doesn’t feel the same.”
Skyler was very sensitive to the emotions of others. All around her, the plots were thickening. Francesca had to get Brice to agree to allow the child to go home with her. She would have to face him and use the power of her voice if necessary. They could better protect her if she was in their home.
“I think you’re right, honey. I’ll track down the good doctor and get his permission to allow you to leave. You’ll like the house. It’s big and roomy and filled with all kinds of books and treasures.”
“I’ve seen stained glass in churches before. Is that what you do?”
“Most of the time I create pieces for private homes. Sometimes I’m asked to do windows for a church or cathedral. I mostly like to do residences. I want to know all about the people and get a feel for who they are and what they need. I try to incorporate feelings of safety and comfort into the patterns.” Francesca shrugged casually. “Sometimes I’m successful.”
“Can you teach me how to do it?” There was interest in her voice. Real interest. “I drew pictures of wolves one time. They’re so beautiful. I used to read everything I could find on them. That’s why I love my blue-eyed wolf. I always wanted to study them, but I know it won’t ever happen. Not here anyway. But maybe I could do a picture in stained glass.”
“You can do anything you want, Skyler, anything at all. If you wish to study animal behavior, I am behind you one hundred percent. And I know you can make stained glass. I would love to work with you.
Rest now while I go to find Brice.” She patted the wolf gently and bent to kiss the girl’s head before leaving.
Chapter Twelve
Francesca bit her lip as she quietly closed the door to Skyler’s room. The reporter was waiting as she had known he would be. She had heard his footfalls, the sound of his pacing. She read his determination to confront her even as she was speaking to Skyler. It was okay, it was what she wanted, too. She needed information and he was conveniently outside the door. She wouldn’t have to go looking for him.
The man spun around with a determined look on his face. “I need to talk to you.” Francesca’s smile was mysterious and inviting. “What can I do for you?”
His eyes were devouring her, roaming freely over her body. There was something about her that made him a little crazy. The way she looked, the sway of her hips, the sultry smile. He had never seen a woman who moved him in quite the way she did. He liked women, in their place, but he had always bought the right to their bodies and kept it strictly business. No fuss, no emotional entanglement. This woman was very different from the average woman. There was something mysterious and sexy about her. He could stare into her eyes forever, listen to the sound of her voice for eternity. All at once his suspicions seemed totally ridiculous. This was no vampire preying on the human race. She was a woman of extraordinary talents and he wanted to protect her from those who sought her for study.