Immortals After Dark 05 - Dark Needs at Nights Edge

tiny pair of black thong panties—one among many colors and styles—and quirked a brow. “Let me guess. This is what they’re wearing in London?”
    “It cost me much to buy you those.”
    “Were they expensive?”
    His face flushed. “They cost me because I could scarcely walk after imagining your body in them. Women’s undergarments have a whole new appeal now that I’ve felt and kissed what goes into them.”
    She nibbled her bottom lip. “You were aroused in the store?” He glanced away and nodded. She’d have loved to have seen that. “Next time you can take me with you, and I’ll model them for you.”
    Returning his gaze to her, he said, “Néomi, tell me how this transformation happened.”
    And just like that, it happened. The question she had been dreading. “The specifics are my secret, Conrad. I made a vow never to reveal them. I’m sorry, but that’s how it must be.”
    “You won’t confide in me?” he asked, his tone astonished.
    “Non,” she said firmly. “If you insist, I still won’t tell you, and then we’ll quarrel.”
    “I’m to know nothing about how my Bride went from ghost to mortal?”
    “I’m going to ask you to do this for me. I’m going to hope that you won’t question why, and that you’ll just accept when something good has happened for us.”
    “I can’t simply ignore this.”
    Making her demeanor businesslike, she said, “Then I’m going to have to make it one of the conditions for us to be together.”
    “One of the conditions? You have more?”
    “Yes, as a matter of fact. You have to promise me that there won’t be any killing while I’m with you. Unless it’s in self-defense.”
    He narrowed his eyes. “I can make that promise.”
    “And I have a last one.” This morning when she’d awakened, she’d realized how close he’d come to taking her neck last night. If Conrad drank her blood, it wouldn’t matter how guarded they all were about the secret. With her memories, he could discover everything—he would know her secret, and then that would be the end of her.
    Néomi’s new existence was going to last as long as possible, just as long as Conrad didn’t discover how short it was destined to be.
    “I know I told you in the past that I wouldn’t deny you if you wanted to drink from me, but I’ve had a change of heart.”
    “Agreed,” he hastily said. “It will not happen.”
    She frowned. This was the answer she’d hoped for, but his adamant tone confused her. “I’d thought you would want to. Do you fear getting my memories? Perhaps of other men?”
    “A vampire never sees his Bride’s memories of other males. The way my kind fixates—it’d be impossible to get past that. I won’t drink you, because I could kill you.”
    “But don’t your brothers drink from their wives?”
    “Their wives are immortal—they can’t die like that. I could drain your body dry in seconds.”
    “Then you won’t ever slip up?”
    “I can’t slip up.”
    She studied his face. “So you agree to my terms for our liaison?”
    “Did you always spell out stipulations for the use of your body?”
    Her lips thinned. “Yes, I did. Since I intend to use yours as well, I’d be glad to hear your terms.”
    He stood and paced. “There will be times when I have to leave, but I’ll do it when you sleep. I’ve put a protection on Elancourt against intruders, so you must vow to me that you’ll stay inside the manor when I’m gone.”
    “Very well, but I won’t be sleeping much.” I can sleep when I’m dead. “And why do you have to leave if you’re not working again?” When he hesitated, she said, “I’ve witnessed your recovery, Conrad. I can’t watch you succumb again.”
    “I have to track the demon who marked my arm and destroy him before he kills me.”
    “Then it’s in self-defense?” she asked. He gave a single nod. “Will you drink from him?”
    “I will do everything I can to prevent that.”
    “And what about Cade and Rydstrom? They’d been searching for you.”
    “For Rydstrom to reclaim his lost throne, he needs information I... acquired. They will be ruthless to get it.”
    “Acquired? You mean from the memories of the warlock you’d ‘drained.’” He shrugged. “Can’t you just give it to them?”
    “I would if I could. My mind’s clearer, but I still can’t pull up memories at will.” He returned to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. “Why did you believe I wouldn’t drink that demon last