Immortals After Dark 10 - Demon From the Dark

dreaming of a new future. Would these dreams be destroyed like all the others?
    Instead of enjoying his fortune, Malkom was nearly sick, his stomach knotted with apprehension as he gazed down at her face. Her full lips were parted, her lashes a dark sweep above pinkened cheeks. So beautiful it pained him.
    'Tis too good with her.
    He didn't even know what she was, much less why she had come to Oblivion. He'd figured that she was an exile sentenced to this plane. So why was she so certain that she could simply return through the portal?
    He was torn. Part of him was suspicious of her arrival. Perhaps she was here by design.
    Or perhaps his destined female had been delivered by the hand of fate itself.
    Yes, fate. Because another part of him believed she was a reward for all his hardships. Give and take.
    He was due some contentment. And he would work to keep it. Tonight his female had fallen asleep in his arms, trustingly, because he'd proven himself.
    And more, he'd decided to sacrifice his revenge for her. He'd vowed never to be separated from this woman. Which meant he had to pick one or the other.
    Malkom had chosen Carrow, knowing deep in his heart that he would always choose her....
    During this night, he'd figured out several things about her. Among them? She was no virgin. She was too confident, too bold. Granted, his experience was limited, but he'd never heard of a virgin who'd guided her would-be lover's finger deep inside her sex.
    When she'd come around it ... He bit back a groan at the memory, wanting to be inside her. Which brought his mind back to her conditions.
    He wouldn't judge her because she wasn't a virgin--who was he to ever judge another?--but why could he not have her when others had? Why hadn't she done everything in her power to please him, to ensure his protection?
    Maybe she sensed how unclean his blood was, or she still feared he'd hurt her. Or was it more? Perhaps she wanted to be wed before he claimed her, or needed permission from an elder or leader to take a male. How else could she have denied them in the water?
    Another thing he'd determined? Those rumored heavenly planes--where the air was sweet and the lands gave up food--they had to exist. His soft woman clearly came from a world of plenty.
    His thoughts grew dark. What if he followed her to her world, and she forsook him upon hearing about his past? In time, he would remember or relearn Anglish, and then he would have to tell her.
    How would he explain what had befallen him? Malkom had been a blood slave, and he'd murdered a royal. He'd been dishonored by his most reviled enemy, outcast by his own people.
    Even if she accepted him, her people mightn't give her the approval she awaited, especially since he would be entering her society with no wealth. This mountain was his only territory; if he left it, he would possess no lands to share with her, lands on which to raise their offspring.
    Offspring . He'd never had to think about that before. Even if he could have taken a female in the past, he wouldn't have been able to produce seed for her, not until his mate had broken the seal.
    Now he might impregnate her. He felt confident that he could protect her and a family far better than his own parents had him.
    But what kind of children would I give Carrow? The young of an abomination.
    He began to stroke her silken hair, which soothed his thoughts somewhat. Her long mane was cleaned of sand and had dried into glossy waves. He loved the jet-black color, loved seeing those locks spilling over her pale shoulder or streaming through his fingers.
    Eventually, his lids grew heavy. But fearing she'd escape him while he slumbered, he reached for her collar. With the band clutched tight in his fist, Malkom finally slipped into a restless sleep.
    Dreams of his past surfaced. For so long, Malkom had kept those nightmares at bay. Now they bombarded him.
    The memory of the day his mother had sold him to the vampire master arose, as though he were reliving it. He'd been so excited, believing that he was to be adopted into another family. He'd thought he would enjoy endless food, water, and warmth at night.
    Malkom would never forget his sinking realization that he hadn't been brought to a new family. The dawning horror as he'd heard screams. He'd seen other boys his age humiliated and abused, his young mind comprehending, They are going to do that to me ....
    On the heels of those scenes came dreams of the Viceroy, who'd tortured Malkom to hold