"Good-bye, my sweet," he whispered, touching her lightly on the cheek before he turned around.
He would remember their kiss forever.
She wouldn't recall him at all...
Cassandra couldn't move as the Dark-Hunter walked away from her.
By the time he had vanished into the night, she had completely forgotten he'd ever existed.
"How did I get out here?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around her to banish the biting cold.
Her teeth chattering, she ran back into the bar.
Wulf was still thinking of the unknown woman when he pulled his dark green Expedition into his five-car garage. He frowned at the sight of the red Hummer parked against the far wall, and turned his car off.
What the hell was Chris doing home? He was supposed to be spending the night at his girlfriend's house.
Wulf went inside to find out.
He found Chris in the living room, putting together a huge... something. It had metallic arms and things that reminded him of a poorly designed robot.
Chris's wavy black hair was sticking out in front as if he'd been tugging at it in frustration. There were parts and papers strewn all over the room, along with various tools.
Wulf watched in wry amusement as Chris battled the long, metallic post he was trying to fit into the base.
As Chris worked, one of the arms fell and smacked him on the head.
Cursing, he dropped the post.
Wulf laughed. "Been watching QVC again?"
Chris rubbed the back of his head as he kicked at the base. "Don't start with me, Wulf."
"Boy," Wulf said sternly, "you better check that tone."
"Yeah, yeah, ya scare me," Chris said irritably. "I'm even wetting my pants while in your terrifying, gut-wrenching presence. See me shiver and quiver? Ooo, ahhh, ooo."
Wulf shook his head at his Squire. The boy had no sense whatsoever to taunt him. "I knew I should have taken you out in the woods as an infant and left you there to die."
Chris snorted. "Ooo, nasty Viking humor. I'm actually surprised my father didn't have to present me to you for inspection at birth. Good thing you couldn't afford the barnautbur∂dr, huh?"
Wulf glared at him-not that he thought for one second it would do any good. It was only force of habit. "Just because you're the last of my bloodline doesn't mean I have to put up with you."
"Yeah, I love you, too, Big Guy." Chris went back to his project.
Wulf shrugged his coat off, then draped it over the back of his couch. "I swear, I'm going to cancel our cable subscription if you keep this up. Last week it was the weight bench and rowing machine. Yesterday that facial thing, and now this. Have you seen the crap in the attic? It looks like a rummage sale."
"This is different."
Wulf rolled his eyes. He'd heard that one before. "What the hell is it, anyway?"
Chris didn't pause as he set the arm back up. "It's a sun lamp. I thought you might be tired of your pasty-pale complexion."
He looked at him drolly. Thanks to his mother's dark Gaulish genes, Wulf wasn't really pale, especially given the fact that he hadn't been in daylight in over a thousand years. "Christopher, I happen to be a Viking in the middle of winter in Minnesota. Lack of a deep tan goes with the whole Nordic territory. Why do you think we raided Europe anyway?"
"Because it was there?"
"No, we wanted to thaw out."