Wrath rolled onto his side and took Beth with him, keeping them joined. With his erection still twitching inside of her, he brushed her hair back. It was damp with her delicate sweat.
Mine.
As he kissed her lips, he noted with satisfaction that she was still breathing hard.
He'd made love to her properly, he thought. Slow and deliberate.
"Will you stay?" he asked.
She laughed huskily. "I'm not sure I can walk right now. So, yeah, I think lying here is a good option."
He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I'll return just before dawn."
As he withdrew from the warm cocoon of her body, she looked up. "Where are you going?"
"I'm meeting with my brothers and then we're going out."
He left the bed and went to the closet, dressing in his leathers, pulling his holster onto his shoulders. He slipped in a dagger on each side and grabbed his jacket.
"Fritz will be here," he said. "If you need anything, pick up the phone and dial star forty. It'll ring upstairs."
She wrapped a sheet around herself and rose from the bed.
"Wrath." She touched his arm. "Stay."
He dipped down for a quick kiss. "I'm coming back."
"Are you going to fight?"
"Yes."
"But how can you? You're..." She stopped.
"And I've been blind for three hundred years."
Her breath sucked in. "You're that old?"
He had to laugh. "Yeah."
"Well, I've got to say you're holding up just fine." Her smile faded. "How long will I live?"
A shot of cold dread hit him, stealing a couple of heartbeats from his chest.
What if she didn't make it through the transition?
Wrath felt his stomach lurch. He, who was all chummy with the Grim Reaper, suddenly got cracked in the gut with some base mortal fear.
But she was going to make it, right? Right?
He realized he was looking at the ceiling, and wondered who the hell he was talking to. The Scribe Virgin?
"Wrath?"
He yanked Beth against him, holding her tight, as if he could physically bar her from her fate if it was a bad one.
"Wrath," she said into his shoulder. "Wrath, honey, I can't... I can't breathe."
He loosened his hold immediately and looked down into her eyes, trying to force his to focus. The strain pulled the skin of his temples tight.
"Wrath? What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You didn't answer my question."
"That's because I don't know the answer."
She seemed taken aback, but then arched up onto her tiptoes. She kissed his lips. "Well, however long I've got, I wish you would stay with me tonight."
There was a pounding on the door.
"Yo, Wrath?" Rhage's voice carried through the steel. "We're all here."
Beth stepped back, wrapping her arms around herself. He could sense she was closing up on him again.
He was tempted to lock her in, but he couldn't bear to keep her as a prisoner. And his instincts told him that however much she might wish things were different, she was resigned to her fate, as well as his role in it. She was also safe from the lessers at this point, as they would see her only as a human.
"Will you be here when I get back?" he asked, drawing on his jacket.
"I don't know."
"If you leave, I need to know where to find you."
"Why?"
"The change, Beth. The change. Look, it'll be safer if you stay."
"Maybe."
He kept his curse to himself. He wasn't going to beg.
"The other door out in the hall," he said. "It opens into your father's bedroom. I thought you might like to go in there."
Wrath left before he embarrassed himself.
Warriors did not beg. They rarely even asked. They took what they wanted and killed for it if they had to.
But he really hoped she'd be there when he got back. He liked the thought of her sleeping in his bed.
Beth went into the bathroom and took a shower, letting the hot water soothe her nerves. When she got out, she dried off and noticed a black robe hanging on a hook. She put it on.
She sniffed the lapels and closed her eyes. Wrath's smell was all over it, a combination of soap and aftershave and...
Male vampire.
Good lord. Was she actually living this?
She walked out into the chamber. Wrath had left the closet open, and she went over to look at his clothes. What she found was a cache of weapons that petrified her.
She eyed the door that led out into the stairwell. She thought about leaving, but as much as she wanted to go, she knew Wrath was right. Staying was safer.