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She shrugged. "He loved me, even though I was undead and filled with rage. "
Phil opened his mouth to tell her that he loved her, too, just the way she was, but he stopped. He didn't want to act like he was competing with a dead man. Or any man, for that matter. "Karl is dead. "
She glowered at him. "Thanks for reminding me. " She turned her head to look out the window. "The Nazis sent their wolves after me, to track me down and kill me. Karl tried to protect me, but the wolves. . . they. . . " She grimaced, then lowered her head into her hands.
Damn it to hell. Vanda had witnessed her lover getting ripped apart by wolves? Thank God Karl had managed to protect her, but shit - how could he ever tell her he was a shape shifter?
"Vanda, I'm sorry. " He sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Karl sounds like a brave man. "
She leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder. "He was. He was the leader of the underground resistance in southern Poland. After he died, I never wanted to love again. Then I met Ian, and he grew on me. He looked so much like Jozef, and it was like having a little brother again. But he came close to dying last December, and it all came back to me. The fear. The pain. That's why I can't love again. Especially a mortal. Mortals always die around me. "
Phil rubbed his chin against her brow. If only he could tell her he was a werewolf, that he could live for centuries.
She stiffened. "There's something vibrating in your pants. Either you've learned a sexy trick or - "
"It's my walkie-talkie. " He stood to retrieve the small two-way radio from his pants' pocket. "Phil here. "
"Come to the security office. " Connor's voice sounded urgent. "We just heard from Angus. Casimir and two of his cohorts came to Apollo's compound. There was a battle, but Casimir escaped. We need to discuss our next move. "
"I'll be right there. " Phil dropped the walkie-talkie back into his pocket. "I'm sorry, Vanda - "
"I understand. Too bad they didn't kill Casimir. "
Phil tucked in his shirt, then refastened the waistband of his pants. "Do you know him?"
"I never met him, but Sigismund spoke very highly of him. He wanted to be Casimir's best friend, but that honor belonged to Ivan Petrovsky and Jedrek Janow. "
Phil recalled that Ivan had been the Russian-American Coven Master until two of his own harem women had murdered him. "Jedrek was the guy who attacked DVN?"
Vanda nodded. "He was a big pal of the Nazis. He hunted me for a year after Karl died. I lived in constant terror, always afraid the wolves would tear me to pieces while I lay helpless in my death-sleep. " She shuddered.
"Vanda, sweetheart. " Phil caressed her cheek. "You're safe now. Shall I take you back to Maggie?"
She took a deep breath. "I'll be fine. You go on, and I'll follow in about five minutes. We don't want people to see us returning to the party together. "
He hesitated, reluctant to leave her. "I hate to see you hurting. "
"I'll be all right. I'll take Maggie back to the club. I'm always happy there. I feel in control there. "
"Then I'll see you before dawn at the townhouse. " He leaned over to kiss her, but she turned her head away.
"Good night, Phil. "
CHAPTER 11
It's just sex. Vanda doubled over in her chair, resting her head in her hands. Tears threatened to escape. What a fool she was.
It wasn't just sex. It was glorious sex. The best she'd ever had. Her whole body hummed with residual energy. And she wanted more. You would think experiencing three earth-shaking orgasms in a row would be enough, but no. It was like Phil had awakened a lusty beast inside of her. It had lain dormant for over fifty years, and now it demanded satisfaction. It demanded Phil.
She pressed her thighs together, relishing the pressure on her sensitive, still-aroused sex. Oh God, Phil had been inside her. He'd touched her and tasted her. He'd made her scream.
It should have been just sex. She'd thought the physical act would be a welcome release from all the frustration and anger that had hounded her the past week. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Distract Phil from his anger management duties and curiosity about her past and have a little fun on the side. After all, it was just sex.
She sat up and looked at the table where she'd squirmed and screamed. It had happened. She couldn't take it back.
Damn him. He'd known exactly what he was doing to her. She'd wanted to keep it purely physical and impersonal, but he had demanded that she look at him. And each time she had, her heart had swelled with so much emotion. She could pretend it was lust, admiration, or fondness, but who was she kidding?
Tears streamed down her cheeks. All her attempts to keep the world at a safe distance had been in vain. Phil had swept back into her life and in just a few days, he'd completely overwhelmed her.
There was something different about him. Sure, he'd filled out his large frame with more muscle, and he was more handsome than ever, but there was something else, something deeper and more subtle. Now, he exuded so much confidence and power. An abundance of raw energy and male sexuality simmered beneath the surface, and it called to her. It drew her in, and she was helpless to resist.
She wiped her face. Okay, so the physical attraction was red hot. And her heart was weakening fast. But she still possessed a stubborn mind and strength of will. The coffin of horrors hidden in the recesses of her mind was still shut. There had been a few leaks the last few days, but she would put an end to that. She'd simply refuse to divulge any more information. Her past would be off limits. Her heart would be off limits. And to play it safe, to keep her heart intact, her body would be off limits.
No man would conquer her. Not even Phil.
He was going to win Vanda's heart, no matter how much she resisted. Phil knew she wanted him. She'd responded to his lovemaking so quickly and sweetly. As annoying as it was for her to act aloof now, it was clear to him that it was an act. She was trying to protect herself. She was afraid to fall in love, afraid of making herself vulnerable to more heartache. But love wasn't something she could turn off like a water faucet. It was happening, whether she cared to admit it or not.
The security office was on the other side of Romatech, so on the way, Phil stopped in a restroom to wash off her scent. Vamps had a superior sense of smell, almost as good as werewolves, and he wanted to keep his affair with Vanda private.
He strode into the banquet hall. The band had left, along with Corky Courrant and most of the guests.
"Phil. " Maggie approached him, holding both her and Vanda's evening bags. "Where's Vanda? I thought she was with you. "
"She was. I took her to an anger management session with Father Andrew, and then we. . . had a talk. She wanted to be alone for a while to think things over. "
"A talk?" Maggie gave him a dubious look, then leaned forward to whisper. "Your pants are unzipped. "
Shit. Phil turned toward a wall and quickly yanked the zipper closed.
Maggie looked away to give him privacy. "Is she all right?"
"Yes. "
"I know she acts tough, but she's really very fragile. I'll be royally pissed if you hurt her in any way. "
"I won't hurt her. I'm in love with her. "
Maggie turned to face him. "Did you tell her that?"
"No. I didn't think she could handle it right now. "
Maggie nodded slowly. "You're probably right. " She peered around the nearly empty room, then stepped closer to him. "I need to tell you something. Earlier, when I was talking to Shanna, I accidentally let it slip in front of Vanda that some of my in-laws are shape shifters. "
He sucked in a quick breath. "How did she take it?"
"She turned ghostly pale, and I thought it was from shock, but then she said she already knew about them. I thought you should know. "
His earlier spurt of optimism deflated. It might take longer than he thought to win Vanda's heart.
"Where is she?" Maggie asked.
"The room next to the chapel, at the end of the hallway. " He motioned to the double swinging doors behind the bandstand. "She said she would come here soon, but you might want to check on her. "
"I will. " Maggie hurried off.
Phil strode into the foyer, wondering how much Vanda knew about shape shifters.
Phineas zoomed in through the front door and joined him. "I was just finishing my rounds when Connor called," he said in a husky voice.
"How are you feeling?" Phil asked.
"Better. Roman gave me some Blissky on ice, and that helped with the throat burn. " Phineas placed a hand over his heart. "But the pain of betrayal - how could my sweet angelic LaToya be so cruel?"
"Give her time. " Phil headed down the hall with him. "She just needs to get to know you. "
Phineas grimaced. "That's what I'm afraid of. What if she finds my rap sheet? I'll be lucky if she doesn't try to arrest me. How can love be so cruel?"
"I know what you mean. The lady I love is scared to death of wolves. How can I tell her what I am?"
Phineas sighed. "Fate can be so cruel. " He shot Phil a curious look. "Who are you in love with?"
"It's. . . complicated. "
Phineas snickered. "You're in love with an it?"
"She's a Vamp. I believe you all claim to be somewhat human. "
Phineas scoffed. "Then what's the problem, bro? Don't you big bad wolves live a nice long time?"
"She's. . . forbidden. "
"Hot damn, bro, that's the best kind. "
Phil smiled. "At least she already knows about shape shifters. It won't come as a total shock when I tell her the news. "
"Who are we talking about?" Phineas lowered his voice. "It's not Vanda, is it?"
Phil stopped. "Am I that obvious?"
"Only to the Love Doctor. I'm in tune with sweet love vibrations. " Phineas shook his head, wincing. "But I have to tell you, man. I was at Vanda's club when that Jedrek dude attacked and Carlos shifted into a black panther - I mean a real black panther. She was upset, wanted him out of her club. I don't think she likes shape shifters at all. "
Phil swallowed hard. "Thanks for the warning. "
"Any time, bro. " Phineas sighed. "We're so screwed. Vanda hates shape shifters. LaToya hates vampires. How can life be so - "
"Cruel?" Phil finished the question for him, wishing he knew the answer. Life had certainly dealt Vanda some cruel blows. But she was a survivor, and he wouldn't give up hope. He swiped his ID and activated the hand sensor to open the door to the security office.
Inside, it was standing room only. Phil was surprised by the number of nonsecurity people in attendance, like Roman and Jean-Luc and their wives, but obviously everyone wanted the latest news available.
Connor nodded at Phil and Phineas. "I've been catching everyone up. About thirty minutes ago Casimir and two of his cohorts teleported into the main temple of Apollo's compound in Maine. Angus and his team caught them by surprise, and a battle ensued. Casimir ordered his men to defend him, then teleported away while they were left fighting for their lives. "
"Typical of the bastard," Jean-Luc muttered.
"Aye. " Connor nodded. "One of the cohorts managed to escape, but the second one was captured. All we know about him is that he used the name Hermes. He refuses to divulge any more information. "
Jack snorted. "I'm sure Angus can change his mind. "
Connor smiled grimly. "They have Hermes tied up with silver chains to prevent him from teleporting away. Angus wants to transfer him here to the silver room at Romatech, where we have tighter security, but of course they canna teleport him here with all the silver on him. So they're driving him here. "
Phil figured the trip from Maine had to be over five hundred miles. "I don't think they can make it here before sunrise. "
"Nay, that's why Austin and Darcy will be driving the van," Connor explained. "They'll have Hermes chained and boxed in the back to keep him from escaping or getting burned by the sun. Meanwhile, Angus and the rest of his team will remain at the compound in case Casimir returns with more men to try to rescue Hermes. "
"How many Vamps does Angus have with him?" Jack asked.
"Three," Connor replied. "Emma, Dougal, and Zoltan. "
"Does he want more?" Jean-Luc asked. "I can go. "
"Me, too," Jack said.
Connor smiled. "If ye want to go, Angus wouldna refuse you. But 'tis probably unnecessary. Casimir has never been known to rescue any of his followers. "
"True," Jack agreed. "He considers them expendable. Still, I'd like to go just as a precaution. "
Lara leaned close to him, her expression worried. "Shall I come with you?"
"You're tired. Get some rest. " Jack kissed her brow. "Wait for me at the townhouse. I'll be back before dawn. "
Jean-Luc gave his wife a kiss, then he and Jack went into the armory at the back of the office to collect some weapons.
"Yo. " Phineas held up a hand. "I want to go, too. "
Connor shifted his gaze to the young black Vamp. "I appreciate that, but we have a special assignment for you. "
Phineas grinned. "Cool! Lots of action, huh?"
"I requested your help. " Roman stepped toward him. "I believe you once supplied the Malcontents with the ingredients to make Nightshade?"