Carpathian 04 - Dark Magic

startling them.
    One man, on his left, cleared his throat. "Yeah, I know him. What of it?" He tried to sound belligerent.
    To Gregori he sounded young and scared.
    "Are you a friend of his?" This time Gregori's voice was pitched low, captivating them, ensnaring them, weaving a black-magic spell.
    The man felt compelled to answer, to move forward, away from the safety of his friends. "Yeah, you have a problem with that?" he snarled, pushing out his chest.
    Gregori smiled, a show of gleaming teeth. His eyes glowed hot and strange in the night. Come to me and allow me to feed . He sent the call, wrapped them in it, and drew them to him. He drank his fill from four of them, sating his bloodlust and the aching, gnawing hunger. He was not particularly gentle about it, and he allowed them to fall to the ground unaided and dizzy. He planted memories of a fight, one man against so many. They were all in pain, all knocked down and out. The friend of La Rue's he saved for last, for Savannah. When he fed, he was far more careful, making certain the man would feel the need to thank Beau La Rue. He would thank him for saving him from the severe beating the others had received.

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    He gave Savannah no chance to protest his feeding her. He commanded her obedience, and she was blinking up at him with drowsy eyes before she was aware of what he had done. He saw awareness come, the smoldering heat heralding her temper. She shoved him away. "Imbecile." One word. It should have crushed him, but he wanted to laugh.
    Gregori caught her head in his hands and hugged her hard, joy exploding through him. Life was all around him. The night was theirs. He caught her up, and, cradling her in his arms, he launched himself skyward.
    Gary nearly fainted when the couple materialized on the balcony outside his room. He slid open the door and gaped at them. "Are you nuts? Anyone can see you out there. Everyone's room looks into the courtyard."
    Gregori swept past him and tossed Savannah unceremoniously onto the bed. She took a half-hearted swipe at him, then rolled over to glare at him as he paced across the carpet to Gary's side. "No one can see us when we do not wish it," he explained patiently, averting his gaze from Savannah's perfect bottom.
    "Did you retrieve the list of names we need? Those under suspicion by the society?"
    "The manager here allowed me to use his printer," Gary acknowledged, handing Gregori the list.
    "Hey, Gary," Savannah said, "do you want to go on a vampire hunt?"
    Gregori swung around to pin her with his brilliant silver gaze. Do not even start . He used the beauty of his voice like the weapon it was, compelling and mesmerizing.
    Savannah blinked, then smiled sweetly up at him. "Really, Gary. I saw it in one of those tour brochures.
    Isn't that the perfect place to look for those society types? They must hang out around those kinds of things."
    "A vampire hunt?" Gary echoed incredulously. "For real?"
    "I have the brochure at home." She studiously avoided Gregori's furious gaze.
    She wore the little secret smile again, the one that always drove Gregori crazy, turned him inside out, and melted his heart. She was up to no good. He had no doubt of it. It has occurred to me that you need a good spanking .
    Her smile grew smug. I said I was willing to try anything once, lifemate, but I think it best if we wait until we are alone, don't you ?
    "Is she putting me on?" Gary demanded of Gregori. "Is there really a vampire hunt for tourists?"
    "Believe me, mortal, if there is such a thing, she would know about it," Gregori admitted. "I fear we are going to be talked into something we will regret."
    "You won't regret it," Savannah said quickly, sitting up. Her blue eyes had gone vivid violet, those mysterious silver stars shining in their centers. "We could go tomorrow night. I'll bet it would be fun. It starts out at Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop at eight. They even provide the stakes and garlic. Let's do it, Gregori." Her long eyelashes swept down to cover her expression, and that little infuriating smile brought his attention to her soft mouth. "You might pick up some pointers. After all, these guys are probably Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    professionals."
    Gregori felt the laughter welling up from somewhere in his soul. The silver eyes warmed to molten mercury, quicksilver. "You think they might be able help me