Gregori instantly crossed the distance between them and cupped the side of her face with his palm, his thumb sliding in a little caress along her jaw. Why would you ever be insecure, Savannah? I can feel it in you, that you imagine I will consider you silly for wanting to do these tourist things.
Savannah’s laughter-was soft and somehow sexy. She put her hand over Gregori’s. “I am in you, lifemate,” she said gently. “I read you as easily as you read me. You think ninety percent of the things I want to do are silly.”
“I think my allowing you to do all these things is silly.”
She winced visibly. “We need less of this allowstuff. Besides, you owe me a night out without any trouble.”
“You had trouble tonight?” Gary asked.
“There was no trouble.” Gregori was clearly puzzled.
“You’re always getting in fights. Everywhere we go, you just can’t help yourself,” Savannah accused indignantly. “You picked the one tonight.”
“You picked a fight?” Gary was astounded.
“I did not pick a fight,” Gregori denied. “A few men were determined to mug us, so I provided them with an interesting experience. There was no fight. Had I actually struck them physical blows, they would be in the hospital.” His white teeth gleamed, the silver eyes glittering with more than danger, with a hint of amusement. “As it is, they just think they should be hospitalized. There is nothing wrong with any of them. I was quite gentle for Savannah’s sake. Which, I see, she does not appreciate.”
“I would appreciate going out and behaving normally.”
“I was behaving in my normal fashion, chérie,” he reminded her gently.
“I take it we’re going on a vampire hunt tomorrow night,” Gary said, laughter in his voice.
Gregori took the list of names from Gary and glanced at it, committing the contents to memory before handing it back. For a moment his silver gaze rested on Gary’s face, a cold, bleak reflection of emptiness. When Gary shivered, Gregori blinked, and the illusion was gone. Gary wondered just which was the illusion—the warmth Gregori showed on occasion, or the harsh, soulless void in his eyes.
Savannah flounced off the bed, sent Gary a flash of deep blue eyes, then tucked her hand into the crook of Gregori’s arm. “We’ll meet you at the blacksmith shop—well, bar, tomorrow at eight.”
“I’ve got to get back to work,” Gary objected. “I’ll lose my job.”
“You can’t go back,” Gregori said softly. “The minute you told Morrison you were going to call the police, the minute you objected to his changing your formula, you sealed your own fate. He will send his people after you, and all of them will be controlled with a compulsion to kill. Morrison is the master vampire—we know that now—and you have crossed him.”
“I’m not worth his attention.”
“Power is everything to the vampire,” Savannah said softly. “He’ll come after you with everything he has. It will fester, drive him crazy that you got away. And he knows I was with you in the swamp. By now he knows Gregori was there also. He can’t touch us, but he will feel that if he gets to you, he has somehow bested Gregori.”
Gregori nodded, astonished that she was so adept at reading the situation. Gary was in far more danger than he could ever conceive. “Have you made any calls from this room? Given your address to anyone, even within your family?”
Gary shook his head. “No, I was going to call the airlines and see if I could use the same ticket on a later flight. And I’ll have to call my boss tomorrow. I’ll be fired, Gregori, and I don’t want that to happen. Even if I did end up working for you, I do have a reputation to look after.” The toe of his shoe scuffed at a worn spot in the carpet. “I like research. I don’t want to get stuck in a job I hate because of all of this.”
Gregori took the laptop from Gary and brought up the word processor with skill. Savannah watched in astonishment as his fingers flew over the keyboard. He typed out a long list of places and businesses. “Take your pick, Gary. I count myself lucky to have you. In the meantime, I will leave you cash. I do not want them tracing you.”
“You haven’t seen my resume,” Gary objected. “I’m not looking for charity.”
The silver eyes glinted, a brief, hard humor. “I had your formula inside my body, Gary. That was all the proof of your genius I needed. The society had access to that blood for some time before you did, but none of them were able to come up with anything that worked on us.”
“Great, I get that dubious pleasure. Someday you’re going to introduce me to one of your friends and you can say, ‘By the way, this is the one who invented the poison that is killing our people.’”
Gregori did laugh then, a low, husky sound so pure, it was beautiful to hear. It brought a lightness into Gary’s heart, dispelling the gloom that had been gathering. “I never thought of that. We might get a few interesting reactions.”
Gary found himself grinning sheepishly. “Yeah, like a lynching party with me as the guest of honor.”
“We will have an antidote for all our people soon,” Gregori reminded him softly. “There is no need to worry.”
“If I had my equipment, I could have one immediately,” Gary said. “I always make certain I can reverse whatever reaction I create. It wouldn’t be all that hard to find where they perverted the formula. In fact, maybe you still have some lingering aftereffects in your bloodstream.”
He looked so hopeful, Savannah burst out laughing. “The mad scientist is going to chase you around with a hypodermic needle, Gregori,” she teased.
Gregori lifted an eyebrow, his face an unreadable mask, the pale eyes glittering with more than menace. White teeth flashed, a baring Of fangs.
“Maybe not,” Gary conceded. “Not the best idea after all.”
Savannah was up and moving with her sensuous grace to fit herself beneath Gregori’s shoulder. She looked impossibly small next to the big Carpathian, delicate, fragile even. It wasn’t so much Gregori’s height but the rippling muscles, the thickness of his arms and chest, and the power emanating from him. Her face was turned up toward his, her soft mouth curved with laughter, in no way intimidated by him.
Gregori’s arm swept around her and crushed her to him, nearly enveloping her completely. “She thinks I am going to take her on this ridiculous vampire hunt.”
“She’s right, too, isn’t she?” Gary grinned at him.
“Unfortunately,” Gregori admitted. “Do you have enough food until tomorrow night? We will have a plan of action by then.” He dropped several large bills on the nightstand, hiding his actions from Gary as he did so.
“What plan of action? What can be done? We can’t fight the whole society.”
“I was thinking we could use you as bait and draw them into a trap,” Gregori said, straight-faced.
Gary’s eyes widened in alarm. “I’m not sure I like that plan. Sounds a little risky to me.” He looked at Savannah for support.
Gregori shrugged his broad shoulders in a casual shrug. “I do not see a risk.”
Savannah’s small clenched fist thumped his stomach in retaliation. Gregori glanced down at her with surprise. “Is this when I am supposed to say ouch?”
Savannah and Gary exchanged a long, mournful groan. “Why did I want him to have a sense of humor?” she wondered.
Gary shook his head. “Don’t be asking me. You created the monster.”
“I know I would be unable to stand the press of human bodies in Preservation Hall,” Gregori said suddenly, “but perhaps we could listen to the music from the street. It would get you out of here for a few hours and, with the severity of the storm, hopefully the tourists will have stayed inside.”