More Than Illusions

More Than Illusions [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch] by J. T. Schultz

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. More than Illusions (Legacy of the Celtic Brooch) COPYRIGHT © 2008 by JT Schultz All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. Contact Information: [email protected] Cover Art by RJ Morris The Wild Rose Press PO Box 706 Adams Basin, NY 14410-0706 Visit us at www.thewildrosepress.com Publishing History First Black Rose Edition, 2008 Published in the United States of America

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Dedication For my reader, thanks for all your support

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Prologue "Out of all the stupid things you could have done." Gabriel turned from the billiard table and smiled at his irate father. "Welcome home, Dad, what stupid thing have I done now to cause a pain in your fang?" King Ricardo Passiello's expression reflected his lack of amusement over the comeback. He narrowed his amber gaze. "What do you think you've done?" It was a good question and the possibilities endless. At a hundred years old, Gabe had spent a good portion of the century challenging his father—especially when it came to the M word. "Something tells me you're not happy about me calling off my marriage to Countess Versonia." "Good guess." His father spun to the other two men standing around the pool table. "Leave us, but don't go far, you will both be leaving shortly." Theo and Denaldi exchanged a confused look and glanced at Gabe. He shrugged. "No clue, but I'm up for a road trip." "No!" His father's loud voice boomed. "You, my charming son, will not be going. Instead, I'm sending these two rats." Hell! Not sure which is more terrifying ... the fact he called me charming or the fact I'm grounded. "Leave us!" The two sharp words sent his two friends to put up their sticks and leave the room without hesitation. The heavy oak doors of the palace games room shut. So much for fun and games. 6

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He turned to his father, resting his own cue on the table. "You wanted to speak with me?" Shaking his head with more displeasure, his dad stepped closer to him. "Countess Versonia was your last good match." "I didn't like her. She's boring." A brow shot up. "Boring? Who cares if she's boring? She is a countess and a vampire." He placed his hands on his hips. "The matchmakers are at a loss with you. More than one has pulled out their hair, and I don't mean that metaphorically." Scrunching his nose, he couldn't help but picture the elderly ladies who staked their reputation on marriage, walking around bald. They weren't attractive to begin with. "I want you to buy something nice and tell Countess Versonia you will marry her and you're sorry." "Like hell I will." Okay should have thought before I spoke. His father's face turned a really weird red color. Oh yeah, dad was pissed good this time. "Hell is what I will make your life!" With loud boom of the master vampire's temper the large window shattered. Gabe glanced to the shattered glass and empty frame then again to his father. "You know, mom really hates it when you do that." "Gabriel! You are going to be the death of me yet. You are a prince, I expect prince-like behavior and telling the Countess that you refuse to marry her and would rather have your fangs ripped out, wasn't very noble." Okay, so it wasn't really noble—or regal for that matter but then again ... "At least I didn't tell her it was because her nose was so big it reminded me of a stork." 7

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Again, his dad shook his head in disapproval then smiled. It was almost sardonic. His father was going to do say or do something ruthless. "I'm much older and much cleverer than you are." "Being five hundred years older will do that." "Enough!" He threw himself down in a nearby plush chair. "Sit, I have a solution to our problem." "A nose job won't fix the fact Versonia is boring." "Shut up, sit down and let me tell you how things are going to be done." Oh hell here I come. Wait, could this possibly be it? Right, marriage, hell, same damn thing. Sighing, Gabe walked over to where his father sat and took a seat on the large sofa across from him. "So, what is this grand solution you have?" "A brooch." "No, buying the Countess jewelry will encourage her and— " "Not the Countess! A brooch for you." His dad's lips turned up into a grin. "Uh, despite the fact when I was eighty-three I got my ear pierced, doesn't mean I'm a jewelry sort of vamp." He shook his head then frowned. Wait a minute... "Oh, my charming son. This brooch is special, a Celtic heirloom with a legacy of love and power. Very old." Great so are you and this conversation is going where? For the moment he bit his tongue and forced himself to be quiet. 8

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"I believe that once this brooch falls into our possession the right woman will come along. You will get married, and most of all, your mother will be quiet about not having grandchildren. I've heard her rant for twenty-five years. It's getting old." He blinked. His father was having a mid-millennium crisis. "Did you drink tainted blood? Possibly suck from a crack addict?" "Gabriel!" Another boom of temper and another window blew out in splinters. Housekeeping was going to love him. Mom's going to kill him. "No, I haven't had tainted blood and I would never touch a drug addict. I will, however, deal with you, if you don't hear me out." He sighed and rolled his eyes, a maneuver he had mastered over the last century. "Please continue on about the brooch. I'm on the edge of my seat with interest and pining for the details." "I detest your sarcasm." "I detest marriage or any conversation of it. I'd say we're on even ground." "Are you quite through?" Gabe looked at one of the windows then the other and finally back to his dad. "So where is this amazing brooch?" "Right here in Italy, in Venice. It's now in the possession of a happy couple on their honeymoon. A happy couple, did you hear what I said?" "I'm anti-matrimony, not hard of hearing." "Well this brooch, is with a happy couple—" 9

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"You said that part." The poor suckers. His father shook his head. "Yes I'm hoping if I repeat myself you will clue into the concept of what happy couple means, maybe become part of one, join—" "I could join a cult instead." His dad's face flushed to that strange color red again. Gabe glanced at the ceiling; the chandelier still survived. "Silence." The loud baritone of Master Vampire proportions remedied the survival of illuminate glass to nonexistence and deceased as shards of glass fell like ice crystals to the floor not far from them. His mother was going to banish dad to the coffin tonight. "No to the cult," his dad continued once again calm. "Yes to marriage." His stomach turned; it was a matrimonial ulcer. He'd have to take two blondes and call the doctor in the morning. "Now who's sarcastic?" "I am sending your rat friends to Venice and to offer a huge cash gift to the young newlyweds to ensure they start life out right and hopefully in exchange for the brooch." "Then the money is actually barter not a gift." Gabe took in his father's crimson tinted pallor. "Forget I said that and tell me the story about the brooch." His dad finally smiled. Whoever said hell didn't freeze over—lied. "No, my son, not just a story, it's the legacy of the Celtic brooch..."

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Chapter One "I'm not coming home!" Arianna Merchant snapped into the phone. Her heart raced and paranoia settled over her. She had been running for over a week and finally in the thriving Italian city of Venice, she hoped for some downtime. She also knew that some of the city's residents were at risk, she needed to help. "I have it straight from the director, you are to get your ass home and we'll put you in protective custody." Her boss wasn't amused. So what? He should try being in her shoes. "I'm a Federal Agent and I'm going to get to the bottom of things." She glanced around the street. No hotel, nowhere she could sleep, however, there was a café. That was promising; at least she'd be able to have a decent cup of coffee. Hopefully. "You are on international soil. Last time I called you were in France. You can't do your job in France, Agent Merchant." Luther paused. Her boss was using that tone. The pacifying one, soothing when there was nothing to be calm about. She would end up dead in protective custody. She knew it. However, the current hide and go seek through Europe wasn't really a sure fire way to live either. At least she wasn't a sitting duck. "I know you want to add I can't do my job at home either." Her heart sunk with grief and disappointment. For someone that hunted criminals, it was a scary reality to know she was now the hunted. 11

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"I'm sorry about your father. He was a good agent and he would be proud, but you have to let it go. Come in and we will keep you safe until we can bring down Rosario." Right, just serve my head on a silver platter to him. Fear consumed her, becoming bedmates with the grief over her father and the hatred that burned for the man who killed him. She glanced around, surveyed the street and spotted the fountain. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, despite the fatigue weighing down her leg muscles, she walked closer to the center of the square. "Are you still there?" "I'm here Luther, relax. You know I won't come home and I will definitely not enter protective custody." The sound of something breaking echoed through the cellular phone. "Damn it all to hell. Arianna, this is no time to get stubborn." She neared the fountain and stared at the water, gently splashing into the liquid pool. "I'm sorry, you're breaking up." "If you lose me call me back." Luther all but yelled. The café and the aroma of food and coffee were closer. The smells taunted her stomach. "Absolutely." "Now leave France and get your ass on a plane." France was so yesterday's news, dumb ass. Arianna turned toward the café and the tables on the patio. The sun danced across them and reflected off one. Her stomach growled and in her ear; Luther was rattling on. The one table held something reflective, doubting it was silverware. "Do I make my self clear?" 12

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Nope, didn't hear a word you said. "Luther, I'm losing you..." the phone slipped from her fingers. Okay, not really slipped, she had tossed the phone into the fountain. "Can you hear me now?" She joked after the phone hit the water and she turned and walked away. Her pace picked up as she neared the café and the table. It definitely isn't silverware. She slid into the chair and after a quick glance around, picked up the ornate silver brooch. There was something mesmerizing about it. Surprisingly, no one had approached her wanting it back and again she surveyed the patrons sharing the patio. Her eyes tore back to the jewelry her fingers softly caressed in her hand. Her mother would have loved it. It was definitely antique. Maybe she was so tired that rational thought had left, but there was something definitely mysterious about it. "I wish you were here, mom." Her voice barely carried to her own ears and her heart tightened. Her mother had died shortly after she had graduated from the academy, but her mother's memory and her love for antiques both remained with Arianna. It was her own love for antiques that had partly gotten her into this mess to begin with. She shifted her thoughts to the item in her knapsack and sighed. There safely tucked away was the parchment, older than the silver jewelry she now held. If she could reach the names on the weathered and aged scroll before they appeared on tombstones, she might have a chance at survival. So far she was too late on all accounts. Paris had been a nightmare of death and 13

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destruction. She needed a miracle and instead, if she didn't guess wrong, now held a very old Celtic brooch. **** "How could you send Theo and Denaldi to Venice without me?" The man sat behind his ornate desk and grinned. The same smile which reveled in the I-know-something-you-don't mentality. The bastard. Too bad, the bastard grinning was his father and king over the vampires in all of Italy. "I had a call from France. Apparently the vampire king there is distressed. He called me personally." "He's not still upset over that whole thing with his daughter is he?" It was a legitimate question. Cassie was a bitch at best, despite being pleasant on his eyes. Perfect match number two—not! The Countess Versonia was number five, all were lacking in what he needed for eternity. He wanted, beauty, brains and the spark that a prince felt for the one destined to be his princess. Maybe his expectations were too high, but despite his playboy ways, the truth was, he, Prince Gabriel Antonio Paseillo, was a romantic at heart and when he found his princess he'd know. He doubted that would happen and blamed his mother for corrupting him with the happily ever after that accompanied the stories of his early years. "His brother was killed." 14

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In reaction, his brows twitched and he tried to recall the powerful vampire king of France. "I thought his brother fled the country before I was born." "Sit." His father demanded. He never asked, but Gabe knew the tone. Deciding he should sit, since his mother was still rattling Italian over the windows and chandelier in the entertainment room, his gaze never wavered from his father. "So, about the king's brother?" He was curious. "Lonny's brother fled France and walked away from the throne and all family over a hundred years ago. He went to America." His mouth twitched. "I had a blast in Vegas and those tourists are even more—" "Can you focus please and not relish in your escapades of wine, women and casino chips?" But it was such a great time; it's amazing what those showgirls show. "Please continue. But, for the record I never drank wine once while I was there." I drank lots and lots of scotch. His father's expression darkened. Something was really troubling him. "Lonny's brother did heaven knows what and eventually settled with an American woman. He blended in American society and—" "And so what?" "He was murdered, just like the vampires in Russia, Columbia and Australia." His dad looked bleak. "Apparently, someone is killing off vampires, starting with the masters of linage. Title, rank and nobility mean nothing." 15

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Imaginary ice cascaded around him and chilled him. "Is it a slayer?" For the first time in decades, he lost his smile and his joking demeanor faded. He knew this was serious. "Now what aren't you telling me?" "There was a blood bath in Paris that trickled down." His pause drew out with a sigh. "Lonny is going into hiding and his family with him. However, he is concerned about an unresolved matter in America, where his brother was concerned." "A grieving widow perchance?" Okay, so sarcasm wasn't completely dead. "No, a daughter." For some reason the three words stuck a chord and vibrated down his spine, crushing against Gabriel's soul. "Come again?" "Lonny's brother had a daughter." Details flashed through his mind. "Lonny took the throne when his brother walked away." Another weighted sigh escaped his father. "Somewhere there is a vampire princess—" The rest of the sentence cut short by the ring of the phone on his father's desk. His hand reached for it and slowly lifted it. "Yes." Gabe's mind raced. For some unknown reason something inside him felt for Lonny and his family. Who would kill vampires? The thought of a slayer was somewhat archaic at best. Why? Vampires and mortals had lived in peace for centuries. True, they were food, but not always, there were means to curb the hunger and maintain harmony. 16

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"How on God's green earth did you lose them? They were honeymooning, surely, they didn't leave the confinements of the bedroom." His father's voice sent an odd sensation through him. "A café, wonderful, so what exactly is the problem?" There was another pause. "Then give the girl the money and get the brooch. Don't make me come there." And dad starts with the threats. Deep inside, Gabe felt sorry for his friends. They'd turned into his father's personal 'go to' boys. It was tragic really. "You stupid, insignificant rats!" Great, dad's pissed. It wasn't hard to miss between the crimson pallor and the raised volume of his voice. He glanced and took mental inventory of everything that might shatter should dad blow his rage. Angry master vampires were never good. "You're both incompetent." There was a mutter of Italian and nothing even resembling polite. "I need the brooch. Never mind. Follow the girl and so help me I will feast on your flesh if you screw this up." His father's gaze rested on him. "Breathe Theo; your blood isn't on my tongue yet. I'm sending back-up." He slammed down the phone and glared. "Is there a problem?" He knew damn well there was, but pacifying his father was always good and saved the window maker a trip out to the palace. "You're going to Venice. I need you to reel your rats in or your friends will be my next snack. Get the brooch from the girl and I frankly don't care how you get it—seduce her if you must. That should be easy for you." His face is going redder, lookout, he's going to blow. 17

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"That brooch is your last chance at a wife. Do I make myself clear?" The resounding blare of temper on the last words blew out the chandelier and windows in a fluid bellow of rage. Gabriel winced at the sound of shattering glass. "Crystal clear." What the hell was he going to do now? **** What the hell am I going to do now? Arianna had downed her coffee and the extra caffeine she had requested was giving her muscles a small surge of energy. That was a good thing. Her eyes raked over the brooch in her hand and since no one had claimed it ... finder's keepers—it was now hers. She quickly pinned it to the collar of her denim jacket and glanced around. The strange sensation of someone watching her trickled over her back and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. She knew it was time to find a hotel for the night. Somewhere where she could rest and go over the parchment. Surely in one of the oldest Italian cities she would have luck with a name on the parchment. Too bad mailing addresses weren't on it, she was lucky after all these centuries to make out the ink. She pulled a couple of bills out of her jeans pocket and tossed them on the table. An unsettled feeling trickled over her spine, raising bumps on her skin. Someone watched her. Her heart picked up pace and the fatigue in her faded with the knowledge she would most likely be running again. What she needed was sleep, so she could figure out how to track down the names on the 18

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scroll. Where did one start looking for vampires? Much to her dismay, cemeteries weren't the place to start. She'd discovered that in France, if only she'd been able to find their leader. Too bad she was a little too close to death's door to stick around. Her stomach churned and she doubted it was from the cappuccino on an empty stomach, but instead the images of the murders in Lyon and again in Nice had her now on Italian soil and away from the French border. Her eyes looked skyward and she knew the sun would set soon. She needed a hotel. Not having any idea where she was going, she walked away from the café and down the street. The opposite direction from where she had left her phone in the fountain. Her legs were heavy despite the adrenaline traveling through her. She knew someone watched her every move, but what could she do? She couldn't slow down. Her eyes drifted to a shop window and caught the extravagant dress on display. Her eyes raked over the billows of fabric. Normally it wasn't her style, but a voice inside her encouraged her to get the dress. "What the hell for?" She muttered. Her eyes shifted to the low neckline then higher to the blue gaze reflecting in the glass. Her breath caught in her throat. The most amazing blue eyes blinked at her in the reflective glass, a complete contrast to the color staring at her. She spun around to the hunky watching her and again her breath caught. No one was behind her. 19

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Her attention fell to the display window and out of instinct her brows furrowed. She still saw the man behind her, yet no one was there. She glanced away and looked to the horizon; the sun was starting to set. She glanced again at the dress on display and riveted her attention again to the man's reflection. Again, she glanced behind her and didn't see him. She went to turn when her gaze fell on a familiar face—one of Jorge Rosario's henchmen. His mouth curved into a wicked grin and his hand gently pulled his jacket open to reveal a gun. Oh hell, I'm a dead woman. She swallowed hard and did the only thing she could. She started to run.

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Chapter Two Adrenaline surged through Arianna's body, replacing the blood in her veins. Her legs carried her down the street and she knew Rosario's henchman was close behind. The sun had almost completely slipped from the sky and dusk was falling over Venice. She wove and darted between people on the street and clutched her knapsack tight. Holding it tight, she made sure she didn't lose it. The contents were far too dear and the only chances of getting help toward her nemesis and bringing Rosario down. She came to the end of the walk and noticed the light hadn't changed. Traffic was thick, there was no way she would be able to dodge through it and survive. The heavy rhythmic thud of the henchman's steps drew closer and her heart pounded in her ears. Her breath was erratic and she decided to go right. Running as fast her legs could carry her, she needed sanctuary. She didn't think they'd find her so soon. Find her, yes it was a matter of time, but surely they could have seen the sights in France a bit. She turned the corner and continued running. She had no clue where she was, not to mention the scenery had changed. Her eyes quickly scanned the neighborhood. She should have paid a little bit more attention to where she was going. Surveying how run down things had gotten around her, she doubted this was a common tourist area. Dark and deserted. Not good. 21

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Her muscles burned from the adrenaline and pushing them to their limits she tuned another corner. The steady beat of her pursuant echoed and she focused straight ahead. No other life stirred on the street. She was alone except for the large man wanting to kill her. A cramp tore up the back of her calf, protesting the workout and she stared ahead at her fate. A dead end. Who the hell put cement walls up in the middle of nowhere? The footsteps behind her stopped their chase and her feet halted. Her shoulders tensed and she waited for her ears to have deceived her. Nothing. Slowly she turned and glanced behind her. Mr. Big, Tall & Ugly, was nowhere in sight. What had him chase her on foot only to give up? "Looking for me?" The mocking thick rasp sent a chill down her spine. Turning, she resigned herself to the fact she was about to meet death. She frowned and struggled to regain a steady intake and outtake of air. Her eyes rested on Rosario's man. "How did you get ahead of me?" Her words spaced by weak breath and her legs burned from the exertion she had put them through. Her hand tightened hold on her knapsack strap, to the point it sweated her palm. "I cut through the buildings. I wanted to be looking at life leave your pretty face when I kill you." He stepped closer and her stomach turned. Logic told her to run. Her body protested the thought, keeping her firmly planted in the spot. She shifted her gaze to the heavy boots that again, stepped toward her. Her eyes 22

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lifted to the steady gaze of the man. "I'm flattered you think I'm pretty, but I don't like this whole death thing." "Rosario told me to finish you off and to get back what you took from him. He wants the scroll." She inhaled a deep breath and blew it out in a rushed puff. "I want a hot shower, and sadly that's not happening either. Tell your boss he can bite my ass." Displeasure flickered over his homely features, his steps stopped. "You are a smart mouthed bitch aren't you?" "Yes, better than being dumb mouthed." She spoke before she thought. Not smart really, but again fatigue contributed slightly to her not caring. Her mind raced and she wondered if she would have time to reach for the gun tucked into the waist of her jeans. Her body ached and she knew her movements were choppy, but wasn't sure what to do. The large man in front of her was going to kill her, but she couldn't be going around shooting people in a foreign city either. This was one of those life and death situations. Too bad, she was seriously thinking pulling her gun was a good idea. His large frame ventured closer then a scuffle of noise behind her drew his attention. For a big, red-faced man, his pallor turned ashen in record time. Ashen was putting it mildly; pasty white was a closer description. Arianna slipped a hand down, going for her gun behind when something furry grazed her skin. She startled as something large came around her on either side. Stumbling back, she understood the henchman's horror. "Rats..." 23

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The huge creatures rivaled large raccoons and lunged toward her threat. The large man fell back and fear immobilized her. Her breath returned to erratic and a sob worked its way up but died in her throat. The large man moaned and groaned in agony, his large body shaking and fighting the large beasts. The world around her started to spin and the sight of one of the rats going for the throat blurred as her knees weakened. She convinced herself the red that sprayed up was not blood from the jugular. Her legs turned to jelly and her back hit something hard and solid. "What have I told you about eating in front of a lady?" The deep baritone comforted her as much as the strong hands that now touched her body, then everything faded to black. **** Gabriel ripped his eyes from his rats to the lifeless woman he now clutched in his arms. Her body fit well against him with the exception of her knapsack. He carefully repositioned her in his arms and noticed the old silver brooch on the collar of her jean jacket. His breath caught, not from the old piece of Celtic jewelry but the pretty face her tossed jet-black curls revealed. She was breathtaking and definitely unconscious. Not good at all. He darted a glance to Theo and Danaldi then back down to the beauty in his arms. His father wanted the brooch, he had opportunity to take it, but they weren't exactly in the best neighborhood. He just couldn't leave her there with a half-eaten corpse. His eyes raked over her doll like features 24

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and caressed the freckles dusted over her nose. She was perfectly doll like, an unexplainable emotion tugged at his soul and something about her drew him in—something unexplainable. His attention fell again to the brooch and his brows lifted when it glinted as if kissed by sunshine. There was no sun, it had officially gone down. He surveyed around him. Gabe had to get out of here and the lovely lady was going with him. "Meet me back at your hotel." He barked and tightened his hold on the woman. The sound of sirens played in the distance. It was a good thing he was a vampire, because he needed a little magic to get out of this. He sighed as he stared down at the pretty face. Correction, he needed a little help to get them, out of this. **** Inhaling deep, the crisp cotton that covered the soft pillow was incredible against Arianna's skin. She sighed and savored the feeling. Cotton? Pillow? What the hell? She shifted slightly and realized she was on a bed. Swallowing, her mind cleared slightly. She was on a bed and still had her gun, a good thing, despite the fact it was digging into her back now that she was lying on it. Her lashes stayed closed as her mind lifted off the remainder of the fog that had filled her brain. The soft whisper of voices caught her interest and sent her body on alert. "Well, it seems that the lovely Arianna is an American." Though spoken softer, the rich baritone was familiar. Her 25

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mind fuzzed. She remembered running, the bad neighborhood, the henchman and the rats. Large rats? Maybe it was a dream. "Don't look at me like that, Theo." Again, the smooth as scotch, rich baritone whispered. Her mind played out again what she remembered. The voice had yelled out at the rats then strong hands had touched her body. Her skin tingled at the memory. Too bad she couldn't put a face to the touch or sound. "Your father said nothing about the woman. Just the brooch, Gabriel." Brooch? Surely they don't mean— "No, it's a sign. What else is in her bag?" "A strange tin." Another voice spoke up, it was new. Her brain did the math. She was—well she wasn't sure, someplace with a comfy bed with three strange men. Never did her mother tell her there would be days like this. An irritated sigh filled the room. "And what is in the tin?" "Relax Gabe, I'm opening it." Okay, so the great voice belongs to a man named Gabe. Who is he and who is he with? Wait a minute, tin? Fear ripped through her and she shifted as if to stir in her sleep. She needed her gun. No one could have the contents of the tin. The same tin the henchman wanted and as she recalled, it didn't work out so good for him. "Holy hell!" One of the other voices breathed in a hiss. "You aren't going to like this, boss." "What!" The man named Gabe, barked in the same tone he had used with the rats. Could the rats talk? She needed 26

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more sleep but first, protecting the tin and her precious scroll. Not just the scroll the names on the ancient parchment, a voice inside her now very clear mind chided and she opened her eyes just enough to make out the room through her lashes. Three large men stood almost straight in front of her about eight feet away around a desk. Two blonde haired men on the far side and a dark haired man with his back to her, none of them concerned with her. Perfect! She silently moved, not trusting the springs of the mattress and reached for the handle of her revolver. "This is an ancient scroll." One of the blondes noted. Great, a rocket scientist. A long rush of Italian filled the room. Arianna's guess— none of it polite. "This is vampiric!" Great, Gabe was mad, yeah, like angry men were strange to her these days. Since it didn't appear either of the blonde men had spoken, she could only guess Gabe was the dark haired one and the leader. "This has the names of all the oldest vampire families." His teeth grit together, his anger more prevalent. I have no luck. "Get the brooch Gabe, and kill her. Let's get this scroll back to your father." One of the other's spoke but she didn't have time to ponder. In a silent swift move she lifted off the bed and pulled the gun. "Some of these names are dead vampires." Gabe was more than angry. He also now officially had a gun pointing to the back of his head. The two blonde men were stunned and their gazes narrowed. 27

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"I don't know who the hell the three of you are but you two, step back or your buddy here gets a bullet to the head." "I am not afraid of bullets my dear." In a swift movement Gabe spun around and faced her. His grin revealed two pointy fangs. I really have no luck. Arianna pointed the gun still, though it was a struggle not to be scared. He was looking at her like was she about to become his next snack. She had to be strong. Her finger cocked the gun. "Then be warned you blood sucking bastard, these are silver bullets." His grin vanished. "Theo! Danaldi! Step back." His gaze penetrated her. Her mind started to fuzz, but she fought it. "Sorry vampy, I've had a real bad day, I'm not up for mind games. Back away from the parchment." "There are names on that list that have died." She was officially scared. His tone was pure venom. "I know that and I am about to put you on the not so immortal list." His dark brows shot up and his eyes sparkled then his mouth broke into a large smile. Her brain connected the puzzle and some missing piece slid into place. She was staring at the man whose reflection had been in the display window. He's a vampire, how could he have a— A sudden jar sent her gun sailing out of her hand and her arms and back pinned hard against the bedpost of the bed she had been on moments earlier. "I love a challenge," he whispered. 28

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Her mind was mush, because under the circumstances, there was no way she should be attracted to the gorgeous man in front of her. He was going to kill her. What was it with the men in her life these days? "Leave me!" he demanded. "I would be happy to gather my things and be on my way if you would let go of me." She struggled, but his finger's increased pressure on the pulse point of her wrist made that difficult. "Not you my lovely, you will be going nowhere, except maybe to hell. I believe that's where bad girls go." The hotel room door opened and closed. Some sick realization brought to surface the fact she was now alone with one hotty bloodsucker. "Actually, I would love to stay and chat, offer my throat, but I do need to get going. Besides, I'm actually one of the good girls." She lifted her knee going for the little vamp in his pants. He blocked her attack but the momentum gave her enough leeway to use his weight against him. Ducking under his arms she went to flip him. What was she thinking? Vampires were known for their speed. She would have smacked her palm to her forehead if she could have. Instead, a leg went out and she fell back. Gabe's large frame crushed against her and about two seconds too late she realized she was on the bed and she had a drop dead gorgeous man on top of her. Okay, not the best choice of words. Her heart raced and his dark blue eyes dipped to her throat then again met her gaze. "How can you be a good girl Arianna, when you have a scroll of vampire families and some 29

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of those families are being killed?" His tone was quiet, almost eerily so. "How do you know my name?" Her voice was a mere whisper, so much for being domineering. "Your driver's license. Now answer my question." His stare turned cold and tears pricked behind her eyes. "I stole it from a man that killed my father. I need to reach those names before he does." The thought of Rosario laughing as her father died, heated her temper. Anger scorched her soul. She didn't have time for the man or vampire in this case to play with his food and she knew that's just what he looked at her as. He frowned slightly. "Tell me something different. I don't believe you." Her heart tightened and she remembered the images of Paris. They flashed through her mind vividly and anger broke through her soul the same time as tears broke through her lashes. Gabe gasped and she shoved harder than she ever had pushed anything in her life to get him off her. Almost, but not quite he snapped her back against the bed. She stared into his eyes and grief blinked back at her. "I saw what just went through your mind." His voice was cool, but again calm. The fatigue, the loss of her father and the crazy events that had strung her life together over the last few days hit hard. "Please believe me. I have to reach those other names; I don't want them to die." 30

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A strange expression filtered over his handsome face. "Why on earth did this man kill your father?" Maybe, she was on PMS or had just had her fill of men and their stupid questions. But she grinned, it didn't matter anymore, the odds were against her, she was going to die. "Because, fang face, he was a vampire."

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Chapter Three The lovely woman's words froze Gabe. The death and destruction her mind remembered had reflected in his own as clearly as if he had seen it first hand. "Your father was a vampire?" Her dark brown eyes hid behind long black lashes then again stared up at him. "This is going to get very boring if you ask questions you already know the answers too and I am already exhausted." His gaze dipped to her full lips then returned to her eyes. He should probably get off her, but he loved the way her soft curves brushed against him. He digested her words. "You don't have the strength of a vampire." Blink, blink, went her long lashes. "I'm not a vampire. I said my father was." A heavy sigh raised her chest and pressed her full breasts against him before again falling back on the exhale. Again, there was that strange pull toward her as if something inside him couldn't resist her. Whatever the unexplainable was ... he stole a sideways glance to the brooch still on her collar. "The brooch." "I found it. I like it and I'm not giving it to you." Sassy thing. He remembered her pointing the gun at his face. Sassy, brave and beautiful. His cock stirred as did his hunger, only it wasn't his appetite for blood. No, his hunger ran deep to the side of carnal—primal and good old fashioned lustful. "You found the brooch?" 32

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"And we're back to redundancy. Yes, and no you can't have it. I'll take my chance with your fangs." She's positively charming. Charming and sexier than hell. "Are you going to get me off me now?" Her tears were gone and her voice was terse, though the expression on her pretty face didn't match. The blood pumped through her heart and through her veins, not in fear, but attraction. He could sense it. His lips curved into a grin. "No, you see my beautiful Arianna, I found your body and I'm not giving it to you. If anything I plan on taking it." Her perfectly arched brows frowned then lifted. Her dark gaze darted to his mouth then again met his eyes. Full pink lips turned into a smile that kicked the hell out of his libido and stirred the desire hardening behind the zipper of his jeans. "So, is this where you seduce me and bite my neck?" He chuckled. So much sass. "No, I think I'm just going to kiss you instead." He lowered his head toward her and her dark lashes closed. He shut his eyes and grazed her lower lip with his. Heat, flamed him on contact and her body relaxed beneath him. His tongue slid across her lower lip and her mouth parted in a gasp. He dipped his tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss. The intensity of her response shoved everything from his mind but the sensation of their lips touching and their tongues entwining. His hand lifted from where he'd pinned her wrists and dropped to the silky ringlets of her hair. He gently cupped her head and deepened the kiss. His body hummed in need and a 33

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small wail left her. Her hands slammed against his chest at the same moment he tasted the sweet on his tongue. He lifted his mouth and opened his eyes to see her staring up at him with a strange look on her face. She was delicious. "Way to go Romeo, your fang pricked my tongue." He was all too aware and rolled off her, knowing that he would be pricking more than that if she stayed beneath him— he would have her throat. He was now hungry and sexually frustrated. Not a good or happy place to be for a vampire. "I'm flattered over the Shakespearean term, but you can call me, Gabe." She turned her head and rolled her eyes, then sat up. "Great, a vampire with a sense of humor." She peeled herself off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. He studied the sway of her curvy backside. A sense of humor, yes, but he had a lot of questions. He stared up at the ceiling of the hotel room. To make matters worse, he had the brunette beauty on the brain, her blood on his tongue and a sick realization. She was in a world of trouble. Whoever killed her father would come after her. That thought alone brought another realization. He would do everything in his power to protect her. **** Arianna flipped on the bathroom light and continued to curse herself out. What the hell had she been thinking? She turned on the cold-water tap and cupped her hands together. The water filled her hands and she splashed it against her face. She had to get it together. Her father was dead, a 34

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madman hunted her and in less than two minutes, she had gone from pointing a gun on a man to comfortable beneath his well muscled body and kissing him ruthlessly. Actually, he had kissed her. "I am losing my mind." She looked at her self and caught Gabe's handsome face in the mirror. She spun around, ready to slam the door on him. Instead, she blinked and reached for a towel. He wasn't standing behind her. She patted her cheeks and peered over her towel-covered fingers. Nope, still no Gabe. She glanced to the mirror. Nothing was different about her, except for the puffy lips. However, the sight that bothered her was the fact that again she was staring at Gabe's reflection. "And to think giant rats and kissing vampires was the normal part of my day." She sighed. "Gabe, can you come here please?" Heavy steps crossed the room and his large frame entered the door as she turned. "Are you okay?" he looked concerned. "I have a question." He smiled. Damn he was hot. "Hopefully I have an answer." She shook off the memory of the kiss and the less than chaste images, which followed that memory. "Do you have a reflection?" "I thought we more than established I'm a vampire." He frowned and stepped closer to her, his expression troubled. "Are you sure you are okay?" 35

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Arianna glanced to the mirror and now stared at Gabe standing next to her. She turned to him. "Look in the mirror; I can see your reflection. I saw your face in a display window before I was stalked by the man the rats ate." "They never eat anyone, only nibble." This is lucid conversation. "Gabe, just look in the mirror." His strong body shifted toward the mirror and his brows furrowed. Fantastic, hotty with fangs was getting a clue. "I do have a reflection. Wow that is really odd." He darted a sideways glance to her then looked in the mirror. "I told you. You have a reflection." "Yes indeed, but that isn't what is strange." He focused his attention on her and she stared up into his eyes of blue. "What's stranger than a vampire having a reflection?" "A beautiful woman without one." "No, I saw myself. She glanced back to the mirror and only saw Gabe this time. Turning on her heel she snapped her gaze on him. "Stop playing vampire mind games." "It's not me, I'm not that talented in the arts yet, but if you'd like to get back over to the bed, I'd be happy to show you the talents I have mastered." His grin was wicked and he wiggled his brows. Tempting but... "Where did my reflection go?" She stepped away from him and stared at ... well nothing but the hunky man—err— vampire, sharing the bathroom with her. She walked toward the bathroom door, when Gabe's strong hand caught her wrist. She blinked up at him. "Is it because you bit my tongue?" 36

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"I grazed it, merely scratched it." His eyes lost some of their sparkle and studied her through long black lashes. "No, I don't know what's wrong. My father, he is wise, he might have some ideas though. We can go to him in—" "No, I am not going anywhere." She stomped past him and shook her head. She wanted to cry as badly as she wanted to sleep. "I need food, rest and a shower." "I'm sorry my lovely, I still have questions that I need answered." His heavy steps followed her out of the bathroom. She spun on her heel. "Why me, Gabe? Why did you save me and where did the rats come from? I have questions of my own. I haven't had anything to eat but a cappuccino at a café and—" "That's where you picked up the brooch." She scowled unintentionally. "Yes. Do I want to know how you know that?" She could only imagine his answer and rolled her eyes. They rested on her gun and she remembered Rosario. "Why don't you freshen up?" Gabe's steps drew closer and she lifted her gaze to him. He smiled and he became even more handsome. "While you shower I will get Theo and Denaldi to grab you some clean clothes from a shop nearby. I will then order room service and we can talk." "I can't stay here." A sad reality, one she didn't like. She was a sitting duck, as tempting as conversation and dinner with the hunky vampire with a great mouth despite the fangs might be. "He will find me."

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"No one will hurt you, Arianna. Tomorrow I'll take you to my father and he'll figure out what to do." He softly brushed a wayward ringlet from her face. Her eyes locked with his. "Why are you being so nice to me?" He chuckled and the sensation worked down her back like a caress and desire pooled between her legs. "Maybe I'm hoping for another kiss." His eyes sparkled and mischief danced in the blue depths. "A kiss, wow, I'm surprised you're not going for my throat." His smile broadened. "I'll keep the possibility open if that's an offer." Arianna shook her head. "Only in your wildest dreams." Both of his strong hands cupped her face. Lust stared at her and his grin remained intact. "My darling, my wildest dreams don't have anything to with your throat, but instead everything to do with your body." Her pussy twitched at the sexual undertone of his voice. She swallowed hard, sure he'd heard the sound. Her life was in danger, she was hungry and sleep deprived yet staring into the sexy vampire's eyes, his wildest dreams seemed like a real good idea. She did the only thing she could and responded. "I'll keep the possibility open if that's an offer." His brows shot up at her firing his earlier statement back at him then his head lowered. Heat ignited her body the instant his mouth came against hers. Her lips met his and all thought slipped from her mind except one. If she was going to die, this was a hell of a way to go. 38

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**** Gabe stood leaning against the bedpost of the bed he had pinned Arianna to, hours earlier. He was drained and confused. He had gone to Venice for a brooch. What he had ended up with was an old piece of silver jewelry on the denim jacket of a regular damsel in distress. Okay maybe not quite a damsel in distress and the way she never backed down when he bore fangs was impressive. Who was he kidding? She was a woman with more bravery than brains, was carrying around an ancient vampire scroll and from the conversation they shared over dinner, had a Colombian crime lord after her. At least she isn't boring. A voice taunted inside his mind. No, she was far from boring and had jump-started his libido faster than a cord on a lawnmower. Even now as she slept he basked in her beauty. The hotel room door opened and he tore his gaze from her to look at Theo and Denaldi. They had rescued her in time; gone shopping for her then had left him alone with her so they could talk privately. Gabe wanted so much more than conversation with the lovely lady, but all in due time. "She is resting?" Theo asked, casting a sideway glance to where Arianna slept. Gabe nodded. "You and Denaldi obtained another room?" "Next door as you requested." His brows dipped into a frown. "You look tired." "I am. It was a long night." Amusement flickered over his friends' faces. 39

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"Nothing sexual happened. Unlike the pair of you, I'm not an animal." Denaldi laughed. "No, just a vampire prince known for the weaker sex giving you exactly what you want." True. More than one lady had lost her resolve to him. "Not Arianna." He spoke her name out loud and fought the memory of her soft curves beneath him. "She is far from weak. She is an FBI agent from America." He stole a quick look to where she stirred slightly in her sleep. Her dark curls splaying over the pillow, a sharp white in contrast to the silky strands. He focused his attention back on his friends and forced a smile, not knowing if he should reveal all his suspicions. "Now what aren't you telling us?" Trust Theo, smarter than the average rat. In truth, his friends were almost as old as he was and knew him better in some ways than he knew himself. He shook his head. "I need to talk to my father before I do anything else." His friends exchanged a quick look of uncertainty then nodded. "Try and sleep." "Unfortunately there is only one bed and Arianna is in it." This time the exchanged look between Theo and Denaldi wasn't so unsure, it was blatant concern. "Forgive me Gabe," Denaldi chuckled. "When have you ever had reservations about sharing a bed with a woman?" He sighed. He might as well be honest. "I don't with royalty." 40

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"She's an American, you'll be fine." Theo slapped his shoulder. "Have fun, God knows she's hot." Gabe turned and stared at Arianna. "I also think she's the French vampire king's niece." He shot an apprehensive look to his friends. Theo's brows lifted. "Maybe, but face it Gabe, you're taken with her." That he knew. What he didn't know was how he was going to explain to his father he not only had the brooch, but had possibly found a princess along with it.

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Chapter Four Arianna woke to the sound of a door closing and sat up in bed. She was in the satin short chemise Gabe's friends had picked up. She glanced around as Gabe turned from the door. His smile stopped her heart; even under the glow of the dim table light, he was gorgeous. "I didn't mean the door to wake you." He walked slowly across the carpet toward the bed. "I can't believe I fell asleep." Or that I'm disappointed you're not in bed with me. "Can I get you anything?" He slipped the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. You. Nope. You naked. "I'm fine." Her eyes darted around the room then met his gaze again. "Are we leaving?" "In the morning, I need to get you to my family's home. It will be safer there for you." Her heart pinched slightly. She really liked Gabe, aside from the fact he had desire pooling between her legs with just a look. However, his words didn't settle right in her mind. "I don't know if I should go with you." His handsome features reflected surprise. "It's too dangerous. You confessed to me that the infamous Jorge Rosario is after you. He's a notorious crime lord. He will kill you, Arianna." "Maybe, but you and your family are vampires. He would sooner kill off your kind than me." Her heart pierced. "I don't think it would be wise for me to endanger your family." It really was a shame, even now as Gabe's dark blue gaze 42

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rested on her, her heartbeat picked up speed and her logical side wondered what it was about him that was so different. Gabriel Paseillo affected her like no other man. Then again, he wasn't a man, but a vampire. Instinctively her gaze worked over his strong shoulders and the broad chest his black t-shirt stretched across like an intimate lover. Her mouth went dry as her gaze drifted lower, her pussy twitched remembering how hard, not to mention large his desire had been against her body when she had been pinned beneath him. She resigned herself to the fact he truly had fangs but Gabe was also solid male and she could only picture how close to the perfect testosterone specimen he was beneath the layer of his clothes. Finally, she lifted her attention and met his eyes. His intent stare blazed with lust. "Don't look at me like that, Arianna. I only have so much control." Why be controlled? Why should she suffer in desire alone? Men! Vampires! "I don't think I should go to your family and I certainly don't think I should stay here. It won't be long before Jorge finds me. You should go to your father; I'm even willing to give you the scroll." Her voice was soft, yet thick with a strange emotion. She had to get out of here, and could figure out her missing reflection another time. Right now though, she had to get away from Gabe and figure out how to find Jorge before he found her. She had no choice. She had to kill him before he sent her on to join her father in the after life. "My family's home is safe. There are others like Theo and Denaldi, they will watch over you until we come up with a 43

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solution to this madman and more importantly think of a way to stop him." Not once did his eyes waver from her and her heartbeat picked up speed. She was beyond attracted to him, but images of France plagued her and the deaths by way of torture to the vampires she had briefly befriended there, weighed on her soul. "You're safer with my family." It didn't matter what chemistry or strange pull drew her to the sexy vampire in front of her, she had to get away. "No," she whispered and tossed back the bedding. Swinging her legs down, she made up her mind. Run, run far away and don't risk any more lives. She rose from the bed when a strong hand snaked around her wrist, halting her in her steps. She didn't want to turn and face him. "Arianna!" Gabe's voice was firm, yet not mean or contentious. Still, she didn't look or even move. The bed didn't make a lot of sound nor did he, while moving to stand by her side. He gently brushed his fingers under her chin, turning her head up to face him. "Gabe..." "Don't leave," his voice hung a notch above a whisper. Swallowing hard, she struggled to find words. "I know what Jorge is capable of. Forgive me, but I have this insistent need to prevent your death." His eyes smoked and his hands left her only to have his palms cradle her face. "I have no clue who you are, but I believe in destiny. So forgive me, Arianna, and my need to protect you." His head lowered and her eyes closed. His hot 44

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breath grazed her mouth only a second before his lips touched hers. A gasp escaped her lips, parting them and her hands rested on his solid chest for support. His tongue grazed her lower lip then entered her mouth. Her hands rested against his strong chest for support and her body eased into him. His hands left her face and rested at her lower back, before splaying out. Arianna inched her body in closer and Gabe's hand roamed and caressed her, while his tongue deepened the kiss. Her skin was on fire and she couldn't recall wanting any man as much as she wanted Gabe. His hands came off her and wrapped around her wrists and his lips lifted. Gently, he stepped her back and away from him. His oceanic eyes blazed and a sad expression darkened his handsome features. "I'm sorry Arianna. I can't do this." Talk about turning on the hot, only to be doused with ice. Her breath was ragged and she tried to comprehend what he'd said. "What's wrong?" "If I keep kissing you, we are going to end up in the bed." Her brows twitched. "And that's a bad thing? Because from the bulge in your pants, I thought you wanted..." What could she say? "I want you, make no mistake, I just can't do this." He turned from her and walked away. Great, a fickle vampire. Who knew such a creature existed? She folded her arms across her chest. "Where are you going?" 45

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"To take a shower," he called without even pausing in his steps. "A very cold shower." **** Gabriel knew Arianna was still upset over what happened last night. Did she really think he was happy about stopping it? Yes, apparently she did, because she had barely spoken to him on the ride to his family's castle. She had greeted Denaldi and Theo with sweetness, and even thanked them again for going shopping for her. He supposed he shouldn't complain too much, she did say what a nice Maserati he had, but had not been the big conversationalist on the drive. When he pulled up to the house, he could feel surprise and her slight awe. It was beautiful and ancient. His grandfather had built the castle about eight hundred years ago. Unless you were a vampire, not many knew it even existed. Those that did never came near, unless invited. Arianna turned from the window and looked at him as he pulled up in front of the heavy double doors. "It's really nice here." "Say that after you meet my father." He joked and glanced at her. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she wore very little make up. Apparently not being able to see her reflection made applying make up a little more difficult. He liked her natural look and doubted she knew how beautiful she was. More so, the effect she had on him. He wanted her, but there were rules. "Come on I'll introduce you to my parents." 46

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He jumped out of the car and walked around to her door. Gabriel liked the fact she stayed seated and despite the fact she carried a gun and packed more attitude than any other woman he knew, she was a lady. She stepped out of the car and he led her to the marble steps and over the threshold of the Paseillo home. He picked up her sudden nervousness and smiled. "It'll be fine. My parent's don't bite." He paused. "Well they do, but never guests." Her perfectly arched brows lifted and a faint grin worked across her lips. "Comforting." His eyes immediately darted to the brooch on her jean jacket. He wasn't a fan of silver but the old Celtic jewelry held something special. It had brought them together, odd then again considering its legacy maybe— "Finally! Gabriel please tell me you have the brooch." His father bellowed as his heavy foot steps entered the foyer then halted. Arianna turned and blinked then glanced at Gabriel. "Like I said, comforting." She rolled her eyes and smiled at his dad. "Hi." He faced his father and smiled. "My trip was wonderful, thanks for asking." His father glared at him then focused on Arianna. "Hello," he greeted. He stepped closer and his smile broadened. His gaze fell to the brooch then lifted. "Welcome to our home." He sounds friendly and he's smiling. Maybe he will bite. Clearing his throat, it was now or never. "Dad, this is Arianna Merchant." 47

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His father nodded and continued to stare at Arianna. He then frowned and snapped his head in Gabriel's direction. "Did you say Merchant?" "He did," Arianna answered first and she stepped closer. "What was this about my brooch?" She shook her head and narrowed her gaze. "Gabe, what is the fascination with my brooch?" "It's a long story, and it looks really nice on you." He shifted his weight and again faced his father. "You told me to get the brooch by whatever means." His dad ran his tongue over a fang and glanced to Arianna. "You're an American?" "I am." He walked around her as if appraising her then paused as a thoughtful look crossed his face. "You don't happen to have French genealogy do you?" Her brows went up and she studied him. "I do, my father was born in France, and he left a long time ago." "I see. What about his family there?" His father continued to drill Arianna and Gabriel wished he would have called last night. He would have but he spent most of the night staring out a window and thinking erotic thoughts of the woman now under interrogation. "He never really discussed it, outside the fact that occasionally he missed his brother and should call him. Only he was killed and never got that chance." "Your father was killed? I see." Grief flickered over her pretty features. "My father was murdered by a man who has a strong dislike for vampires." 48

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"Your father's name wouldn't happen to have been Andre would it?" She blinked. "Yes, what does that have to do with anything?" His dad smiled at him then chuckled. "Congratulations. You not only come home with the brooch." He tossed a glance to Arianna, "it's lovely as are you." She nodded nervously. "Thanks." Turning toward him, his father's expression was unreadable. "The brooch and a vampire princess, you've truly out done yourself." "Oh no sir, I wear a gun, not a tiara. I'm an FBI agent not a princess." His father closed his eyes then opened them. "She doesn't know?" Gabriel seriously hoped Arianna didn't mind broken glass. This conversation had gone so well without it. He should have known it was temporary. "No." His dad nodded and by some act of God, remained calm. "Well she is lovely, and an ideal bride." A laugh escaped Arianna, pulling their attention to her. "No, I'm definitely not bride material. I have no problem with the fangs and I know vampires are real big into the destiny thing, but no. I mean Gabe isn't even attracted to me." What the hell is she talking about? "What do you mean I'm not attracted to you?" Is she nuts? "What part confused you?" She asked so nonchalant, she really believed he wasn't interested in her. "The not attracted to you part." 49

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"Oh stars above! Do I have to draw you a picture?" She folded her arms across her chest and a loud chuckle filled the room. He glanced at his father. "She is as sarcastic as you are, Son." Trust him to find this funny. "I am concerned," the master vampire continued. "About what?" First Arianna now his dad. A vampire just couldn't win. "How could you not be attracted to her?" His gaze fell to the earring in Gabriel's ear. Hell no! He cleared his throat. "Dad, don't even think it. I like women—a lot. I just..." Did he tell his father he was afraid of binding himself to a princess? Why did she have to have royal blood that just confused everything? He thought for a moment. He went for the brooch, ended up with Arianna, and—it was destiny. "Dad, excuse us for a second." Gabriel grabbed Arianna by the wrist and led her toward the stairs. "I need to have a little chat with her highness." "So help me, Gabe, I really don't take that as a compliment!" She hissed in a whisper as they ascended the cherry oak staircase. His father's chuckle echoed from below. Gabriel chose to ignore it. He had to clear something up with Arianna first. "Fine, I won't call you, your highness, Princess." She rolled her eyes and was as sexy as hell when she was mad. "Where are we going?" 50

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He laughed and desire fueled through him. "I'm about to clear up any debate we have over the attraction issue." Her full lips parted in an O, she was obviously surprised. Good, that made two of them. **** Arianna was shocked when Gabriel opened a large door and maneuvered her in before him then shut the door. Her nose immediately picked up the traces of his cologne on the air and another scent that was purely male. Her heart raced slightly and spun to face him. "What has gotten into you?" He stepped closer to her and she suddenly regretted her question when she spotted the lust in his eyes. Desire rippled across her belly and her throat went dry. "How could you even question my attraction to you? I took a cold shower last night!" "Don't bark at me, you're a vampire not a dog." She fired at him, trying to be calm. A little hard to do with him being so sexy and her thong damp from the effect. "You are the sassiest woman I have ever met." "Then you've been hanging out in the wrong spots. You're the most fickle vampire I've met." "I'm not fickle, I just don't bed royalty. It gets complicated and I had no intention to settle down." "I'm not royalty." She still was trying to digest this little fact. Her father had failed to mention that part; however, it did explain why Jorge killed him. "Your genealogy proves otherwise, Princess." 51

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"If you keep calling me Princess I will be forced to hurt you." It was a threat. Really. His blue eyes darkened in lust, a shade resembling midnight. "Hurt me? Careful, I might enjoy it." In a fluid swoop his arms enveloped her and pressed her breasts hard against his solid chest. Her breath left and his lips crushed her mouth in a hungry kiss. She shifted her weight bringing the bulge behind his zipper closer against her. His hands splayed across her back then caressed her, cupping her ass. A small moan escaped her and his tongue entered her mouth. Her skin burned beneath the clothing, longing for to feel his touch against it. Gabriel let out a feral groan and lifted her with ease. His tongue continued to make love to her mouth as he carried her. He stopped and lifted his head and cast a wicked grin before tossing her. With a small laugh and a lot of anticipation, she landed on the soft bed. Gabriel's knee hit mattress then lowered his body over her while his gaze roamed her face. If this was his way of removing the doubt of his attraction, she seriously hoped it would take all afternoon and part of the night. "I thought you said you don't bed royalty," she whispered, haunted for a fleeting second by his earlier words. "I don't." his voice was a husky whisper. "You're different Arianna, I don't know how or why, but you are." His head tilted toward her and his hot breath grazed her mouth. A knock at the door broke the spell. "Gabriel, can you seduce Arianna later; your mother would like to meet her and we have some things to discuss." 52

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"Can I die of embarrassment now?" She breathed, wondering where logic had gone—oh right, between her thighs. "He's lucky he's my father." Gabriel growled and revealed his fangs. Strangely enough, she liked it. She liked all of him. Now if she could just live long enough to do something about it.

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Chapter Five Gabriel paced his father's office. His mind still reeled from the sexual frustration. Knowing she was of vampire lineage put her in serious danger. The fact she had the ancient scroll in her possession and Jorge Rosario knew she had him in her crosshairs just added to it. He had firm rules about marrying, even more so about sleeping with vampire royalty, which in turn would also turn to marriage. Then there was Arianna. "You're lost in thought." His father's voice cut into his thoughts. Something outside the walls of the palace seemed different. What it was, he didn't know, his powers grew everyday and he knew in time he would eventually be a master like his father. However, despite the power he had with the wererats, his skill still fell short in other areas. "Did you even hear me?" Sighing, he turned from the window and stared at his father. "She's different." The master vampire nodded. "Your mother adores her. Arianna is smart, Lonny will be proud of her. I think Cassandra though might be a touch upset she lost her chance with you to her cousin." He groaned. "Cassandra didn't have a chance with me to begin with." Chuckling, his eyes focused on the window behind Gabriel. His expression grew dark and he stood and crossed the room; never once did his gaze wavier. "What the hell happened?" 54

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"What do you mean?" His father stared at him. "You have a reflection. I can see your reflection in the glass." He wasn't mad, but concern coated his words. Gabriel glanced to the floor then met his father's gaze. "I don't know. I gained a reflection with the brooch and Arianna." He paused and debated about his next words. "Arianna has lost hers." His dad stepped back and looked to the window. "I know that Arianna mentioned she wanted to talk about something off topic of the Scroll and Jorge. However it was a long afternoon and to be honest I never noticed your condition until now." His heart tightened. He'd had a great afternoon. It would have been better if his father hadn't interrupted them, but still just being around her was a joy. He glanced to the ceiling where she slept in his room above. He'd assigned Theo and Denaldi to keep an eye on things. He glanced to his father. "I have become extremely protective over her." A warm smile crept over his dad's lips. "I watched you together I think it might be because—" The office door flew open and Denaldi walked into the room. "We have a problem." Gabriel's chest tightened. "What kind of problem?" "Some of the others were on the perimeter. They picked up a strange scent." The others of course, wererats, loyal to his family. "Where is the princess?" His father's voice was firm and his temper started to emanate off him. 55

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"Theo is with her." Fear trickled over his skin. Gabriel was never afraid, but for some odd reason he was now. He brushed past Denaldi and his dad and walked to the door. "Where are you going?" He turned to the Paseillo patriarch and grinned. An image of Arianna fluttered to mind and his smile broadened. He knew then, he knew she was the one. "For the first time in my life I'm going to act like a prince." He paused. "I'm going to make sure my princess is okay and be her hero if needed." **** Arianna stirred beneath the heavy feather bedding and crisp cotton sheets. Her nose immediately picked up Gabriel's faint scent and she opened her eyes. She turned her head on the pillow to notice he still hadn't come to bed. After the fun afternoon of visiting with his mother while he and his father peered over the scroll, then spending time with him, she thought for sure he would have joined her in bed. Her body ached to finish what they had started twice now before interrupted the first time by Gabe's conscience, and the second time by his father. She sat and threw back the covers, then climbed out of bed. Arianna walked toward the balcony doors then paused. The house was strange, strange creaks and groans one would associate with an ancient castle, but the noise outside down below, was what caught her attention. Looking over her shoulder toward the bed, she debated about grabbing her gun from beneath the pillow. An odd 56

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sensation tickled her spine and goose bumps rose on her skin. Outside a wolf howled and she wondered if it was a werewolf. If there were wererats surely there were other shape-shifting creatures. The weird feeling increased and she ended her silent debate and walked over to the bed. She removed her gun and flipped off the safety. Her ears keened as she listened for a noise that didn't suit the house. Again, a strange sound came from outside. Her heart picked up speed and she knew to her soul—by gut instinct, something was wrong. Could one of Jorge's men found her already? Where is Gabe? She suddenly worried about him and his family. Already she adored them. Swallowing back fear, she silently drew closer to the balcony doors. She shifted the elegant curtain back a bit and noticed the area partially lit. Another quick glance revealed the balcony was contained with no stairs leading up to it. Her heartbeats grew louder and thudded in her head and ears like a drum. Maybe she should see if Denaldi or Theo was around, or smarter yet, get Gabe. Another noise broke her train of thought and she reached her hand to the cold brass knob of the door. Slowly she turned the handle, and then pushed the door open, staying clear and against the wall. Why? She didn't know, she did know though, something wasn't right. She peeked through the open door and into the night. The noise had stopped for the moment and her gaze saw nothing immediate. Shifting her weight, she turned so she could get a 57

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better view outside. A solid chest came to her back and she titled her head, looking up into Theo's eyes. "Are you all right, Princess?" His voice was a low whisper and his expression concerned. She opened her mouth to scold him about the royal term, which was more a royal pain in the ass, when the sound came again. "I didn't hear you come in." His smile was genuine. "Were animals are known for their stealth." He winked and broadened his grin. "Gabriel is on his way up the stairs. Stay here." Her gaze darted to the open bedroom door then to Theo again, only to discover him gone. She spotted his large solid frame on the balcony, looking to the grounds below. A loud hiss escaped him and in the blink of an eye, his powerful frame hurtled the balcony rail. "Theo!" She lifted her gun and went to the terrace. The cement floor was like ice beneath her feet. She spotted a muscled frame shift and knew Theo was going after something. A rustle of moment snapped her attention off the wererat to Jorge himself staring up at her. She pointed her gun when a strong hand grabbed her and spun her body. Her breasts came flush with Gabriel's strong torso. She looked into his eyes and immediately the concern hit her. His attention darted to the gun she held then to Jorge. Fear marked his face and before she could react, his vampiric speed relocated her back into the room. However, it didn't beat the sound of a gun going off. Instinct told her it wasn't hers as her body collided with the hard floor. Gabe's powerful 58

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frame covered her and from somewhere near the threshold, heavy footsteps entered. It was hard to breath and it took only a moment to realize she was uninjured. "Gabe?" She knew that Theo and no doubt some of his friends were in pursuit of Jorge. "You've been shot." Ricardo Paseillo's voice revealed temper as he dropped to his knees near them. Slowly, Gabe removed himself from her and sat. The gun slipped from her fingers and grief washed out every other emotion in her body. The blood seeping from his chest induced tears to her eyes. "Denaldi, you're a doctor, help him." The vampire king's bark of orders held fear and emotion. Denaldi knelt down next to Gabe and shook his head. "Tell me it wasn't a silver bullet." He smiled. "Okay, I won't." A loud gasp filled the room and it took a second for Arianna to realize she made the sound. "Gabe," her voice broke with emotion on the simple word. Fat tears formed in her eyes and his expression softened. "Don't cry." She turned to Denaldi. "Can you do anything?" Her voice was unrecognizable to her own ears. He shook his head. "I can't." It wasn't what he said; it was what he didn't say. She thought about what she knew about her father and vampires in general. "Can I?" He darted a glance to the king and Arianna shifted her attention. He smiled weakly and glanced away. 59

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"Arianna—" She focused on Gabe and inched closer to him, shifting her weight. "What?" "They will not ask you. It will change everything." His voice was low. Even though his color was ashen, he was still the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. She looked back at his dad and her heart ached. Fear consumed her and the last thing in the world she wanted was to lose Gabe. He was different, and every nerve in her body knew it. "Can I have a moment—please?" The king was reluctant but he nodded and waved Denaldi out of the room. She stared at Gabe and a tear bounced down her cheek. The door closed and she was alone with Gabe, who held a hand to his chest. "If it wasn't silver, I could..." Her heart tightened and more tears fell down her cheeks. "I don't want you to die." He smiled and lifted his other hand to her face then gently wiped her grief away. "Don't cry. I actually got to do something Prince Charming like. My family will protect you until your uncle returns." She didn't want anyone else protecting her and she definitely didn't want him to die for doing it. "I can't live with those terms." Her voice was frail and he tilted her chin. "You are truly one of a kind." "Let me help you." He closed his eyes then opened them. Again, his fingers brushed away her tears. "It's complicated." 60

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Her temper kicked mildly to the surface and she neared him so she was almost in his lap. "So would have been having sex with me, but you almost did." His hand slipped behind her head and his gaze penetrated her. "Arianna—" "I don't want you to die." Her voice broke into another sob and tears formed in Gabe's eyes. He said nothing but closed his eyes, his hand drawing her closer to him. Her lips touched his and they ignited in heat. Her body flamed as his tongue gently pried then entered her mouth and she lifted her head slightly. "Please." For the fist time in her life, she feared rejection. She had only known him a short time, but living without him now didn't seem too appealing. He tightened his hold at the base of her head then carefully tilted her head to the side. His light, weak breath caressed her skin. "Arianna..." he whispered her name and gently kissed her throat. A second past and denial seemed a possibility. The thought cleared her head without a doubt when sharp fangs broke the skin on her neck. The pain was unreal, but she was comforted in the thought Gabriel might now have a chance. **** Gabriel opened his eyes and allowed them to adjust to the dawn slowly rising through his room. He swallowed and tasted the after-flavor of blood on his tongue. Not just any blood— Arianna's blood. His chest seized and he inhaled sharply. Her soft scent tickled his senses and his desire stirred. 61

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He silently cursed and fidgeted only to have his body encounter soft curves and satin. He glanced over as Arianna opened her eyes. A strange expression flickered across her face and she sat. "Gabe." His gaze fell to the purpled bruise on her neck and he shifted to come closer. He propped up on an elbow and gently peeled her back to see two puncture marks. "I did bite you." She nodded then shook it off and lowered her body toward him. Heat snaked through him as she pulled the blankets down. He had boxers on and that was it—well, he also had a piece of gauze on his chest. Arianna's soft touch brushed his skin as she peeled back the tape and looked under it. "You're better." Her sigh was so heavy it moved her shoulders. She finished removing the gauze and stretched across him to set the bandage on the nightstand. Lust pumped through him fiercely as he remembered the evening's events. His cock stiffened when the light satin of her short nightgown teased his skin he was gone. He grabbed her wrists and tugged her lightly closer to him. "You saved me?" She smiled sweetly and her lips curved into a grin. "I didn't want you to die. You took a bullet that was meant for me." He grinned. "Maybe, at the time I was thinking I don't want you to leave for the after life, quite yet. This changes—" "Everything—I know," she whispered and her lashes fluttered closed while her head lowered and brushed his lips. Every nerve in his body awakened and he removed his hold from her wrists to her hips and shifted her light weight so she straddled him. He grazed his tongue over her lower 62

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inside of her. Her pussy was wet and tight and he knew this could be over quick. He wanted her to enjoy it and know how much she had quickly come to mean to him. His lips found hers as she rocked her hips to meet his strokes slowly. The feeling was intense and incredible. He tasted her lips then entered her mouth, gently exploring her mouth while he worked in and out of her. Gabe picked up speed and her soft fingers slipped to his shoulders as his strokes became harder and stronger. Arianna's mouth pulled away and her head titled back. A soft wail escaped her and her grip increased on his shoulders. Her wet walls locked around him and her body trembled slightly as she climaxed. Her natural beauty and her rapture of pleasure was all he needed. With a final thrust, he found release, emptying hard and fast into her. He buried his face, again in her hair and savored everything about her. Her hands gently caressed him as she clutched him tight against her. "I don't think I'll be able to let you go," he told her truthfully in between ragged breaths. Her hug tightened around him. "I don't want you to."

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Chapter Six "I must say, you scared the hell out of me, your mother and half the palace." His dad patted his back. "Denaldi told me your chances of survival were next to none. When he went in to check on you, he had to revive Arianna and tend to her neck. She freshened up while he got you in bed." Gabriel nodded, wondering about the few things he couldn't recall. "She didn't want to leave me, I guess." "She is positively taken with you." The king's smile broadened. "And you her?" "Hell yeah, she's smart and isn't afraid to challenge me. She is very different from boring." His father chuckled. "You forgot to mention she share's your knack for sarcasm." "You gentlemen must be talking about me," Arianna greeted them as she walked into the room. His heart lightened and his own mouth curved into a grin as she neared him. "You look incredible." "So do you," she answered. "You scared me last night." He lowered his head and quickly brushed a kiss across her lips. "I'll be more careful." His glanced to the brooch fastened on her sweater then met her gaze again. "Maybe the legacy is true." "Of course it's true." His dad huffed as if the point were obvious. "And for the record, you'd better not let your mother see you kissing the princess or she will be planning a wedding." 65

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Arianna giggled and he rolled his eyes then leaned in close to her. He thought for a moment of his dad's words. "There might be worse fates, you know." "I heard that." His father joked. "Arianna, what have you done to my son?" She stepped toward his father and smiled. "Other than almost getting him killed?" Her voice carried sadness. "He would have died for you." "And I would do anything to save him," she replied with an even tone. He marveled at the fact she wasn't intimidated by his father. He knew three hundred year old vampires that cowered under the master's gaze. The master vampire lifted his hand and gently lifted her hair back to examine her neck. He let go of the dark ringlets and stared at her. "Apparently you did the anything. Your uncle will be proud of you and I know your father would." She frowned slightly and Gabriel stepped to her side, gently placing a hand at the small of her back. Her gaze remained on his father. "Theo, how is he?" Gabriel was touched over her concern. "He is fine, one of the other rats though was shot at and two others suffered minor injuries." She nodded then sighed and stepped away from them to the window. "Jorge has to be stopped." She turned and stared at his dad. "Have you talked to my uncle?" "I have. He and your aunt and cousin are fine. He looks forward to meeting you."

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The office door opened and Denaldi walked in with a white envelope. "My apologies for interrupting." He smiled at Arianna. "Good morning, Princess." "Hello, Denaldi." She greeted him warmly. He had to admit, he was glad that Arianna wasn't afraid of mice, rats or other rodents, considering how many of them were around. "I have tidings from the vampire king in France. He will be attending tonight's ball." "My uncle is coming?" her brows furrowed. Denaldi smiled and approached her. "Yes, along with your aunt and cousin. Though warning, she does have a thing for Gabe." Gabriel approached as Denaldi pulled back Arianna's hair and gently touched her neck. A knot formed in his stomach seeing the puncture wound and bruise. "Any pain in your jaw, severe thirst or sensitivity to light?" Denaldi asked. "Nope, just fine Doctor Rat," she teased lightly. His friend rolled his eyes and smiled. "She's perfect for you." He glanced back at Arianna. "If you suffer any symptoms, let me know." She blinked. "In other words, if I feel like I'm changing?" The wererat lifted his brows and shot Gabriel a look. "Wow, she's sarcastic and smart. You lucked out." His attention fell back on Arianna. "Your father was a vampire; my guess is that the only thing that will change you is near death. Then again, you might be immune." His gaze shifted to the window. "Where is your reflection?" 67

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She grinned. "I lost it in Venice. If you happen to find it let me know." He shook his head and leaned slightly, studying the window then Gabriel. "What the hell are you doing with a reflection?" "Apparently those are two out of the three big questions today." His father finally spoke. He glanced to his dad. "What's the third?" The master vampire turned to Arianna. "What will you be wearing this evening?" She frowned. "Not a tiara, so let's eliminate that as an option now." She stepped closer to his father. "Do you really think having a ball is such a good idea when there is a crazy man running around killing vampires?" "He needs to be stopped." His father's voice was firm. "Forgive me," Arianna cleared her throat and Gabriel walked over to her side. "But he almost took your son's life last night." Even now, emotions coated her words. He gently touched her shoulders and turned her. "Sweetheart, my father is hoping Jorge comes." Fear and grief filled her eyes. "He killed my father." Gabriel winced as the images of the vampire's death played vividly in his mind. He tightened his hold on her. "I didn't die; I'm here with you now." He leaned and gently dusted a kiss on her lips then met her gaze. "As long as Jorge Rosario lives, your life is in danger and vampires in general are heading for the endangered species list." "What if he shows up here? I won't risk you or your family." 68

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Gabriel loved her feistiness and her loyalty. He knew he was falling in love with her. "I want him to show up." Her breath caught. A wicked smile curved across his lips. "Because I'm going to kill him." **** Arianna sighed and wished she had some idea how she looked in the dress. The bodice fit snug across her chest and hung off her shoulders in an elegant style. The skirt fluffed out and sadly, she was a tiara short of looking like a princess. She wasn't used to looking so ... well, ladylike. She reached for the brooch and held it in her hand. Though the sunlight had gone down, the brooch still reflected the light. She sadly glanced up into the mirror and stared at Gabe's reflection. A smile worked across her lips and she turned. "I didn't hear you come in." "I'm not sure what stole my breath faster, walking into my bedroom and smelling your perfume or seeing you standing there looking radiant and beautiful." Gabe stepped closer and her breath fell short. He was drop dead gorgeous in his tuxedo. "You steal my breath." "I will take that as a compliment, but I prefer you breathing." He reached for the brooch and eyed it carefully. "The guests have arrived and your aunt and uncle are on their way. Ignore your cousin; she might be a tad jealous." Arianna's heart fluttered. "I'm glad you didn't end up with her." 69

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He continued studying the old Celtic jewelry then met her gaze. "I wasn't meant to be with Cassandra." His mouth curled into a grin. "You, however, are my destiny." Her heart picked up speed. "I can live with that." His expression grew serious. "Could live with it for the next five or six hundred years? Possibly for eternity?" She blinked, unsure of what he was asking. "I know you're different, I know how I feel about you." She wasn't ready to tell him, it was too soon, but her heart knew the truth. "The answer would be yes, though." "I like that answer." He grinned and again she lost herself in the blue of his eyes. "Was that a proposal, prince charming?" He chuckled then winked. "Maybe. Now let's put this brooch on you and go downstairs. There are people waiting to meet you." Arianna glanced at the jewelry. "It's silver and the pin is sharp." He sighed. "Sweetheart, if I can survive a silver bullet I'm confident I can handle a brooch." He carefully pinned it to her dress. Her body heated slightly as his fingers brushed the sensitive skin above her breast. His gaze scanned her face. "Perfect." "So are you." She stretched and placed a kiss on his lips. "I wouldn't kiss me princess, or that dress is coming off and the ball can fade into the night." "Careful, you might turn me on." She lifted her full skirt and stepped around him. Gabe chuckled and his steps followed behind her then stopped. 70

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She turned and studied the odd expression on his face. "Gabe, what is it?" "My powers are strengthening. Denaldi figures it has something to do with me drinking from you." "I don't understand." In truth she didn't, her dad hadn't gotten into the particulars if vampirism with her. Just the basics. "Is everything all right?" She stepped toward him, suddenly very concerned. She didn't know why she asked, but she was picking up something off Gabe or suddenly the air in the room. Something was very wrong. "No." He reached for her and gently held her upper arms. "I'm more connected to the wererats. Especially Theo and Denaldi, and we have company." "I know your parents are holding a ball, I did the math on that one." He smiled weakly, then as quickly, as his grin appeared it vanished. "No sweetheart, we have an uninvited guest. One of the others picked up a familiar scent and a wererat has critical wounds." Her heart slammed to a stop. "Not good." "No, not good. Jorge is here." **** Fear coursed through Gabriel, sending every nerve on edge. He made sure that Arianna was within his sight, if not his reach as they mingled with the guests. He exchanged knowing looks with his father and knew that the wererats had lost Jorge. They were actively onto his trail, but that did little 71

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to comfort Gabriel. Most of the guests in the house were vampires. He glanced around the room and his heart stopped beating. Where was Arianna? She'd been in the room only moments ago. Not usually one to panic, it was the only word to describe the sudden emotion ripping through to his soul. Denaldi approached and he looked to his friend. "I haven't seen her." He answered before the question could form on Gabriel's tongue. "Find her," he whispered in a heated breath. His friend nodded and motioned to other wererats nearby. The large men moved at once to join him then the three exited through the ballroom doors. Gabriel cleared his mind as best he could and tried to focus on Arianna. He'd never been able to connect with anyone outside his family and the wererats. His eyes closed and he inhaled deep. Arianna was in the main hallway walking toward the terrace. Gabriel hurried from the room and entered the hallway. He glanced to the walls and for the first time found it ironic, every other panel had a mirror. Why hadn't he noticed before? Maybe he had but had paid no attention since his father hadn't shattered them and he didn't have a reflection. Well, he didn't have one until lately. He glanced down the length of the hall as Arianna's skirts disappeared around the corner of the balcony doors. "Arianna!" He called and ran down the hall. The closer he drew to her, a dark and ugly feeling clouded his mind. She stepped back into his sight and smiled. 72

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"I was just looking for you." "Why were you coming out here?" His hands touched her arms and relief washed over him. "I was told you were going to meet me out on the balcony for some air." "By whom?" She smiled. "I thought it was a rat." Gabriel groaned as a sudden darkness flooded over him. "Get out of here now." He hissed baring his fangs. "Get my father." She swallowed hard and lifted her skirt slightly pulling a gun. He couldn't believe it. His sarcasm won out over his temper for a fleeting second. "I was hoping for lingerie under your skirt." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not leaving you." "You will be leaving him though," a voice echoed in the hall. He shifted his gaze to a strange man. The man fired, the bullet missed them but knocked the gun out of Arianna's hand. "Why are you doing this, Jorge?" "I'm holding a gun at you and your vampire boyfriend and you ask me why?" An ironic laugh escaped him. Arianna inched back, tugging Gabriel so they were deeper in the hall. Jorge stepped closer. "Because a vampire killed my family and I swore I would be rich and powerful and one day I would destroy that vampire." 73

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Gabriel inched them back a little further and tried to summon his wererats. "Why kill them all?" She asked, seriously making him question her sanity. Then it dawned on him, she was buying him time to do whatever he needed to. Dad! He silently screamed. He focused again on the rats and hoped they received his silent message. "Why do you care?" He slowly lifted the gun. "I guess you could call me curious. Chomping at the bit really." Jorge lowered his gun. "I became rich." Arianna nodded. "Yes, the position of drug lord pays well." "Well enough for me to find the vampire and kill him. The one that murdered my family was the first one I destroyed. While I was there, I discovered two things. One, the precious scroll, which I want back and the second was the fact I took great pleasure in killing their kind." His gaze shifted to Gabriel. Theo sent him a message they were on their way and he held Arianna closer to him. Jorge stepped closer into the hall. "Killing your father was a joy. He had cost me millions of dollars by intercepting my drugs over the years and turning the DEA onto me." "Yeah, funny how the FBI works huh?" "Your sarcasm is tiring, but let me add that the fact his name was on the scroll made killing him sweeter, knowing he was a blood sucking bastard." He glanced again to Gabe. "Much like your boyfriend here." 74

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"No, he's not a vampire." She assured. Look in the mirror yourself. He has a reflection." "Bullshit." She shrugged "Look for yourself, or are you afraid you might be wrong?" "Vampire's don't have a reflection." He glanced to the mirror, still pointing the gun on them. His face registered surprise then scowled. "Arianna, you have no reflection. You really are vampire spawn. However, your boyfriend does indeed have a reflection." "He does, but we don't," his father called from behind them. He sensed his father wasn't alone and there was at least one other master with him. The power was enormous together. "You killed my brother. You touch my niece and I will make sure you die slowly and painfully." Arianna gasped and focused on the vampire king of France. "My God, he looks a lot like my father." "Shh." "How convenient to have two vampire kings to kill at once," Jorge reveled and lifted the gun. Denaldi's voice echoed loud in Gabriel's mind and he smiled wickedly. "You won't be killing anyone." The words left his mouth as five large rats came behind Jorge and moved in for attack. His father's warning roared through his thoughts. He pulled Arianna out of the way as his father and her uncle flew on by. Jorge went down and the gun fired then fired again. 75

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Arianna gasped as rats and the two masters engulfed the drug lord. Her breathing became short and raspy and she pulled out of Gabriel's arms. Her hand flew to her stomach and her knees buckled. She pulled them both to the floor and it was then he saw the crimson stain spreading out across her dress. His heart stopped and his soul screamed in pain. He held her, overwhelmed with grief. She was bleeding so fast. "Gabe." He cradled her in his arms. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. "I'm here, sweetheart." "I'm so sorry," she whispered, struggling for air. "Arianna, no. You have to live. You're a princess." He winced. Fierce pricks stung behind his eyes. Her hand raised and touched his cheek. Her full pink lips turned into a weak smile. "And you're a prince. We should have had a happily ever after." Tears filled his eyes and he lifted his gaze. Through blurred vision, he stared at his reflection. It started to fade as Arianna's appeared. He knew she was dying. For a fleeting second he saw them together, her in his arms and him holding her as though she were the world. "I love you." Her voice was frail and he looked down into her dark eyes. "I love you too." He didn't know what to do. "I would've given you eternity." Her breath slowed. He smiled and nodded. There was one chance for a happily ever after and he was going to take it. He drew her up and her head fell back. Her hair tumbled away to reveal her throat. He inhaled deep then did the only thing he could. He 76

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Two weeks later... "Do you have to be so sarcastic?" Arianna asked with a laugh. Gabriel chuckled and wrapped an arm around her. "You would think you would be used to your fangs." "If I was used to my fangs, I wouldn't keep biting my tongue." She teased him and slapped his arm. Her engagement ring sparkled on her finger and the chuckles of her uncle and future father-in-law drew her attention to where they were sitting. "It hurts." Uncle Lonny shook his head and smiled. "Chere, you will get used to them; now, you and Gabriel pick out invitations before your aunt comes in here and decides she and Gabriel's mother need to help." Arianna groaned and glanced to Gabe. He smiled wickedly. "You remember what happened with the flower arrangements, right?" The thought of having pink roses still frightened her, and she was glad she and Gabe had finally decided to go with the black ones. "What were they thinking?" "Pink." Her future husband laughed. "Lots and lots of pink." The door of the office opened and Denaldi and Theo walked in. "Wow, you guys look good in those suits. Do you have hot dates I don't know about?" They both grinned and glanced at Gabe. "She doesn't know?" Theo asked as he and Denaldi stepped closer. "Gabe? What don't I know?" 78

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"Sweetheart, Denaldi and Theo are leaving for America. It's time to say goodbye." She frowned. "I called Luther and told him I quit, I was going to stay here in Italy." He shook his head. "No, darling. You're not saying goodbye to me." Gabe glanced to the brooch on her scarf, and then met her gaze. "We were contacted through unusual channels. Denaldi and Theo are taking the brooch to a friend of a friend, he needs to deliver it." Sadness worked over her. "No." Yet as the word left her tongue, she knew she didn't mean it. Her hand went to the worn jewelry she always wore. How did anyone know where it was? She shook off the question. There was certainly something different about the brooch. He reached for her hand and pressed her fingers against his lips. "Please, understand." He released her hand and removed the aged pin. "Don't be sad, it brought us together. My father believed the stories and when I found it, I found you." He passed the brooch to Denaldi who slipped it into a piece of bubble wrap then into a box. Arianna turned to Gabe. "I found it on a café table." "But it has to go on now. It has a journey." He lifted her hand with her engagement ring and again kissed her fingers. "I love you, Arianna." "And I love you, but I don't understand." His gorgeous face lit up when he smiled and he tugged her closer into him then wrapped his other arm around her. "Then let me tell you the legacy of the Celtic brooch..." 79

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