Wicked Obsession (20 page)

 Calm and serious, he picked up her hand and traced his thumb in a caress across her wrist. “And this makes you worry about your own mortality?

“It used to,” she admitted. “But if living with Rubio made me realize anything, it’s that I would much rather face death than live an eternity with someone who doesn’t love me.”

Knowing what she knew now, she cringed whenever she thought about what kind of life entering the blood bond with Rubio would’ve afforded her. It had been difficult enough living with his half-truths and infidelities. In the long run, sharing their thoughts and feelings in a psychic connection would have turned the gift of immortality into a punishment she didn’t want or need.

“What about your sister, Anya?” Julian asked. “She is blood bound to Dominic. She will outlive you. That doesn’t bother you?”

She started to say no, but stopped herself and thought carefully. “I’m sure that when that time comes, it will be harder for Anya to deal with, than it will be for me. But, then again, Anya was always the strong one, the smart one. And Dominic was sure about what he was doing. Even then, everyone knew he loved my sister. Please…” She rubbed her hand over her forehead. The conversation was making her tense, and giving her a headache. “Can we talk about something else?”

He turned her to him and wrapped her in his arms. “We both need a break, don’t you think? I tell you what. You go upstairs and get dressed. I’ll meet you at the door in twenty minutes, and we’ll take a drive into the village. What do you say?”

Her heart wasn’t really in it, but he was right. It would do them both some good to get out of the house for a while.

“Okay.” She nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

* * * * *

Julian took her out to dinner at Chez Gerard, the same place he had taken her on their first outing together. It was comfortable, and less crowded than it had been right before the festival. Eleni ate soup and salad, and a slice of walnut cake, and afterwards, Julian surprised her with an invitation to a midnight gala featuring the work of several local artists.

“The theme is fitting,” he told her as they walked to the gallery, which was at the far end of the Square near the clock tower. “It is about spring being a time of growth and new beginnings.”

Eleni liked the concept of new beginnings, and hoped she could count this unexpected treat as a good omen for the future. She was feeling optimistic about it when they entered the building and the tide of joyful, excited energy washed over her.

Tightening her arm around Julian’s, she leaned closer to him and whispered, “This looks wonderful!”

This seemed to please Julian very much. As they crossed the entryway to approach a small gathering who was chatting and sipping champagne, a hostess with short, ink black hair came forward to check Julian’s invitation and greet them.

She stared at the card. “Sévigné…” Her eyes flicked up to his face in surprise.

Julian frowned down at her. “Is there a problem?”

“Not at all! I’m just so surprised, I—” the woman protested, laying the hand with the card over her heart. “Forgive me. I’m Josette Manon.” She clasped Julian’s briefly in hers. “I handle the funding for the gallery. I’m honored you have decided to join us, Monsieur Sévigné. Your generous donations over the years have meant so much to us.”

The woman insisted on introducing Julian to the rest of the staff on hand, as well as several of the artists. Eleni found it all very amusing, the number of people who had heard of Julian, but had never seen nor met him until tonight. They clung to him, walked him around making introductions and pointing out paintings, showing him remodels and innovations to the gallery and studio that his donations had paid for. Eleni beamed with pride, watching him. Here, he could not hide the way he did at the chateau, and yet, Julian didn’t appear at all out of his element.

The contact was good for him, and Eleni didn’t try to interfere. She wandered around the gallery, chatting with a patron now and again, but mostly moving from room to room to look at the paintings.

Julian finally met up with her as she was standing in front of a series of photographs depicting traditional courtyard gardens, some in full color, and others in black and white. She loved the magical, secluded look of them.

“I’m sorry I was away for so long,” Julian apologized as he recaptured her arm.

“They’re curious about you,” Eleni teased. She loved the way his eyes were shining, alive with quiet excitement. “Not that I can blame them.”

“So it seems. Are you ready to go?”

She looked around. People were leaving, chatting at the door while preparing to go out. A man with a neatly trimmed beard and tan trousers was picking up champagne glasses and setting them onto a tray. “It looks like they’re shutting down for the night. There was talk of an after-party. You might get swept away by the crowds again.”

“Wicked girl,” he said roughly. “I’m ready to go home.”

Eleni grinned. “So am I.”

Chapter Eighteen

The ride home was quiet and comfortable, almost restful, after visiting the gallery. Eleni enjoyed the night view while Julian drove them back to the chateau. Through her window, the vineyard looked so different now than when she’d first arrived a little over three months ago. It was hard not to notice with the snow was gone, and the leaves breaking out on the vines.

Eleni yawned on her way in through the door when they reached the house around a quarter to three. The house had settled for the evening, it seemed. The lights were out at the back of the house, and while the smell of chicken soup permeated the downstairs, the door to the kitchen was closed and there was no sign of Claudette.

“It’s late. There’s no need to disturb her,” Julian said as he stripped off his coat and hung it in the front closet. “If you don’t mind, there’s a bottle of bloodwine in my office. I’m going to grab a drink before bed. I will join you upstairs in a few minutes, okay?”

Eleni nodded and started away, but Julian grabbed her before she got out of arm’s reach, and tugged her into an embrace and kissed her quickly on the mouth. “Am I going to find you asleep when I get up there?”

“You just might,” she warned, which made him laugh—and kiss her again.

“Ah, all right.” He swatted her on the behind. “Go on, then. I’ll meet you in bed.”

“I’ll try not to steal all the covers before you get there,” she teased, kissing him on the end of the nose before he finally let her go.

A smile lingered on Eleni’s lips as she started up the stairs. Mid-flight, she paused long enough to remove her shoes then padded the rest of the way to her room in her stocking feet, thoughts of Julian and the gallery foremost in her mind. It had been a very long time since she’d had such a good time out on a date.

She flicked on the light, and on her way into the room, tossed her shoes and her handbag onto the little chair just inside the doorway. Tired, and ready for a shower, her jewelry was the next to go. She moved around to the dressing table and removed her hairpins and her earrings, dropping them all into one of the little drawers directly under the large, chevron shaped mirror.

Humming to herself, she paused to light a few scented candles, and had just reached into a drawer for a set of pajamas to take with her to the bathroom when out of her peripheral vision she glimpsed movement.

Eleni darted her eyes to the mirror, and jumped in startled surprise at the sight of her closet door swinging wide open. A woman with golden blonde hair rushed from the shadows brandishing a knife.

Eleni spun around right as Gisele lunged at her with a large knife held high. A scream caught in her throat, shrill and rippling.

“You bitch! I hate you!
I hate you
!” Gisele attacked like a berserker. Slashing wildly, she looked like a madwoman with her hair flying around her face. Eleni backed away, mouth agape, and lifted her hand to guard her face and felt the white hot sting as the blade sliced across her palm. Her gasp transformed into a shocked cry of pain. Gisele caught her again on the shoulder, and left her forearm in the same strike. A howl of agony broke from Eleni’s lips. She began to swing blindly, fighting back, sweeping things off the dresser at her attacker—Gisele wasn’t stopping, and she didn’t want to die.

They kicked and struggled, toppling the bedside lamp and pulling down the ornamental drapes hanging near the head of the bed. Eleni managed to wrench the knife from Gisele’s fingers, but then she stumbled back, her foot tangled in the fallen drapes. The knife spun away, under the bed and out of reach. Gisele shrieked at her in rage, and pounced on her, beating her with fists, grabbing her hair and yanking with brutal fierceness. Eleni had a hand braced tight against Gisele’s throat, and with her other hand reached up and slammed the woman on the nose with the heel of her hand. She felt a crunch, and blood flowed, but Gisele was deterred for barely a second.

“You can’t have him, you hear me, you bitch! We were happy before you came! He loves me—Julian is mine!” Gisele continued to rage as she punched and clawed as Eleni did her best to block the blows and still fight back. Briefly, Gisele ceased, but it was only to reach for something near the bedside table which had upended, and laid half on Eleni’s hair. Then Gisele brought her hand back, and raised it up like a fist. Tucked in the palm was something smooth looking and shiny black.

Gisele brought the stone panther statue down on Eleni’s head in quick, fierce blows. Eleni felt the first strike through a veil of pain and blunt shock. By the third blow, she went limp.

Her breathing quick and irregular, Gisele scrambled back and sat on her haunches, looking at the Acolyte unconscious on the floor. Her nerves were shot. She looked down at the stone statue in her palm and noticed the way her hand was trembling. The statue tumbled from her fingers and landed with a heavy thud on the floor. She wiped the blood off her hand on the carpet, as fear rose up from the pit of her stomach when she realized that she had actually
done it.

For a long minute, Gisele sat beside the bed, trying to center herself. She was cold and shaking all over, her rage spent. Rage that had boiled inside her from the moment Julian told her he planned to allow an Acolyte whore to live in his house. Now she was numb, and didn’t know what to do. She had planned to seduce Julian. That was the whole idea. To be his lover, to live forever—to
live
—something her mother had barely had the chance to do.

She glanced over at Eleni’s body lying prone. A trickle of fear began to course through her. There would be no way to hide what she had done to her, or to Claudette. Julian wouldn’t be happy with her. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. It hadn’t been her intention to hurt Claudette, but the woman had threatened to call the police. In the thick of it all, she couldn’t remember what she’d been thinking, or what Liev had told her…other than to be smart and have patience. He’d told her she wouldn’t have to do anything, that if she could only see the woman doing something…inappropriate, or dangerous, she wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore.

Liev was wrong. Now what to do?

Being smart meant leaving no witnesses. And still, she wanted immortality.
Julian.
Tears streamed down her face as her world came crashing down around her. She was a murderer, a victim of her own jealousy. She leaned her head against the bed to think, and for a moment, she was mesmerized by the candles flickering on Eleni’s dressing table.

* * * * *

Julian poured a second glass of bloodwine and carried it with him to the elevator to take him up to his room. Tonight at the gallery had taught him a valuable lesson.
I’m getting old,
he thought with dry amusement.

All the way home, he’d felt contemplative and drained, and wondered what Eleni would think of him if he pulled over and asked her to drive the rest of the way back to the house. He wasn’t unfit, or out of shape, but being led around the social arena for the night was enough to leave him reeling and in need of blood. If his brothers had been around to witness it, they would have fallen back into the apples laughing over this weakness, he just knew it.

He climbed into the elevator, with fond memories of the evening and his Charles and Yves on his mind. It was good to feel needed, accepted, despite his scars. And yet, he didn’t want Eleni to see how weary he was. Not that he thought for a minute she would turn away from him, or chide him for needing rest, but because to his shame, he wanted to impress her.

He loosened his tie before opening the grate and stepping off the elevator on to the second floor. Taking a sip of his drink, he sauntered to the bedroom, ready to hit the bed and settle in with Eleni. He’d prepared himself for her playful teasing, he’d spent more time downstairs than he’d expected, but when he opened the door to his room it was dark and cold. Empty. Eleni wasn’t there. No fire burned in the hearth.

Instantly, Julian sensed that something was wrong. Claudette was meticulous. Her routine was precise and in clockwork order. She was very particular about it. If Eleni realized the room wasn’t ready, she would have prepared it herself, and then checked on Claudette. Had she gone downstairs? Was she still in her room?

Alarmed, Julian left the room with unexplained dread spreading through him with every hard beat of his heart. He had just reached the stairs when he smelled smoke. A shiver passed through, a sense of déjà vu that he didn’t want to acknowledge even as a prickle of cool sweat popped out across his body. Breaking into a jog, he hurried crossed the balcony, his thoughts racing. He shouted for Eleni, his voice boomed off the walls in desperation, but no one answered, and at the far end of the Acolyte’s corridor, the air grew considerably thick and dusky, and distinctly warmer.

Heart galloping with fear, Julian sprinted through a veil of gray smoke that had collected in the hallways like a ghostly cloud. He rounded the corner final corner leading to the premiere suite, and broke into a sprint. Racing toward Eleni’s door at the end of the hallway, he felt a sense of unreality, like he had passed inexplicably from one horrible time into another.