“Can’t you just refuse to marry her?”
“No.” His gaze moved over her face. “I have a favor to ask of you.”
“What kind of favor?” she asked suspiciously.
“I promised you I would not consummate our marriage against your will, but if my father finds out that our marriage is only a charade, he will insist that we end it.”
“And if I refuse to . . . consummate?”
“I will take you back to your uncle before I leave,” he said calmly. It was an empty threat. He would cut off his right arm before he sent her back to Dinescu.
“That’s blackmail!”
“Indeed, it is. But we need be intimate only once.” He winked at her. “Unless you wish otherwise.”
She glared at him. Did he truly expect her to sleep with him when he was engaged to another woman? She had thought he was being kind when he’d agreed to marry her. She should have known better. Should have known he had his own selfish reasons. It was her own fault. Secretly, she had hoped he cared for her a little. What a fool she had been.
“If you will do this for me, I will find out who killed your cousin when we return. And if you no longer wish to be my wife, I will give you this castle and the means to support yourself for the rest of your life.”
Elena gazed into his eyes. If she refused, would he take her by force? She bit down on her lower lip. He was a vampire. As attractive as he was, as much as she yearned for his touch, how could she agree to let him make love to her?
He had shared her bed, slept at her side. But now he was asking for more than that. Much more. How could she give herself to a man who didn’t love her? A man who wasn’t a man at all?
“Elena?”
“I can’t decide now.” She clasped her hands together, then shook her head. “I need time to . . . to think about it,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
Rising, he took her hand and kissed her palm. “Then I will leave you to it, my lady wife.”
Elena stared after him. If he gave her all of eternity to make up her mind, she doubted it would be time enough.
A thought took Drake out of the castle. Standing on the steps, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his mind turning, as always, to his bride. He had thought of little but Elena since that first night when he discovered her asleep on the sofa in front of the hearth. Elena. He had agreed to give her time to make her decision when, in truth, he had already made it for her. Even if Rodin decided to destroy him for breaking the law of the Coven, his sire wouldn’t take his anger out on a helpless female. At worst, Rodin would wipe any and all memories of vampires, especially Drake, from Elena’s mind and send her back home.
He cocked his head to the side as his preternatural hearing picked up the sounds of Elena climbing the stairs, going into her room, pacing the floor. He considered waiting until she was asleep, then hypnotizing her so that she would give him the answer he wanted. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but if it did, so be it. He would do whatever was necessary.
He left her alone until she was asleep, and then he materialized inside the bedroom. After undressing, he slid under the covers, slipped his arm around her shoulders, and drew her close, reveling in the warmth of her slender body, the silky feel of her hair trailing over his shoulder.
Murmuring, “Good night, wife,” he kissed her cheek, then ran his tongue along the side of her throat, teasing himself with the taste of her skin, the scent of her blood. A small sip satisfied his thirst and he closed his eyes, thinking how pleasant it was to drift into the dark sleep with the taste of Elena on his tongue.
Elena woke with a sigh. Eyes still closed, she stretched her arms out to her sides. And realized, with a start, that she wasn’t alone in bed. A glance to the left showed Drake lying on his back beside her. What was he doing here? On those nights when he had shared her bed, he had always been gone in the morning. Maybe he was dead. Really dead. Was that possible?
Sitting up, she poked his shoulder. “Drake?”
“Yes, wife?”
“Nothing. What are you doing here?”
“It is my bed.”
“I know, but you’ve never been here in the morning. I assumed you spent the day in your”—she took a deep breath—“in your coffin.”
He wrinkled his nose. “I do not like it there. It is very confining.”
She stared at him, thinking this was the most bizarre conversation she had ever had. “So, why are you here today?”
“I need your decision.”
“You said I had time to think it over.”
“I am afraid time is up.”
“So soon? You just told me about this last night.”
“We are expected at the Fortress tomorrow night.” He looked up at her. She was staring at him, her eyes wide. “Sorry, wife, but I will need your decision this evening.” He sat up, the sheet pooling in his lap. “You have all day to think it over.” Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her lightly. “I hope you make the right decision.” He kissed her again, longer this time, then slid out of bed.
And disappeared.
Elena stared at the place where he had been standing only a moment before. How had he vanished so quickly? And where on earth had he gone?
And what was she going to do?
She had no appetite for breakfast, no interest in reading. And certainly no interest in working in the garden. Just thinking about it made her shudder. Why would anyone murder Jenica? Her cousin had been a sweet-natured young woman, understandably a little timid and withdrawn. There had been times when Elena had wished Jenica would help out with the housework instead of cowering in her room.
Elena fell back on her pillow and stared up at the ceiling. How had she ever gotten into this mess? To consummate or not, that was the question.
She frowned as the cat jumped onto the bed and curled up on Drake’s pillow.
“I really don’t have any choice, do I?” Elena muttered. “I can either let Drake claim his husbandly rights, or I can . . .” She really had no other choice.
Smoke’s ears twitched, as if he was thinking it over, and then he answered with a loud “meow.”
Elena absently stroked the cat’s head. Bedding Drake probably wouldn’t be so bad. He had been kind to her. He was incredibly handsome and yes, sexy. She had reveled in his kisses. She had yearned for more. In fact, he would be very nearly perfect—if only he wasn’t a vampire! How was she supposed to get past that? If he had been human, the decision would have been so much easier.