The Mammoth Book of Paranormal Romance

hotel door to door. They murdered Thea’s sister, her husband and their twin daughters who were flower girls at the wedding. They killed Thea’s parents and her two brothers, both minors, and would’ve slaughtered the entire party, but they were seen by a Dreoch retainer, who started screaming. Our offensive magic was always stronger and we were inside your family’s defences. There was a bloodbath. Every member of the Mailliard family was killed, except Thomas Mailliard, who was fourteen at the time. He hid in a closet and wasn’t discovered until later in the day, when the butchery had stopped. Because Thomas was a child and hadn’t participated in the slaughter, he was given a choice: death or servitude for all of his descendants. And that’s why you now serve us.”
    Grace sat in a sickened silence.
    “Anything to say?” Alasdair asked.
    “That’s very horrible,” she said.
    “Yes, it is.”
    “However, I never knew Jonathan Mailliard. I didn’t even know his name. I feel awful about the murder and I understand that my family bears responsibility, but I never killed anyone. I’ve never hurt you and neither has my mother, my uncle nor my great-grandfather, who hid in the closet.” She tried to make her voice sound calm and reasonable. “I’ve done you no harm, yet you limit my freedom and force me to risk my life because of a crime perpetrated a century ago by someone I’ve never met. Our family has served yours for over a hundred years. At some point this debt will have been repaid. When do you think will that be?”
    “Never,” Alasdair said.
    It felt like a slap. She looked to Nassar. “So this is how you do things? You dumped all of the blame for a bloody feud onto a fourteen-year-old child who hid in a closet, and because he failed to stop grown men from killing, you keep his descendants in perpetual servitude?”
    “Hardly perpetual,” Nassar corrected. “Since I assumed the responsibility for the clan fifteen years ago, I’ve called on your family only four times.”
    “But we know we can be called on at any point. We have to live with the knowledge that at a moment’s notice we might be required to risk our life for a complete stranger for no reason and we might never see our loved ones again. We can’t refuse. The terms are obedience or death. Would you want to live like this?”
    “No,” Nassar admitted.
    “Can you tell me when the debt will be paid?” she asked.
    “This arrangement is to our advantage,” Nassar said. “It makes no sense for us to release you.”
    “I see. I’ll have to release us then.”
    “Really?” Alasdair gave a short barking laugh. “How exactly are you planning on doing that?”
    “My uncle has no offspring and I’m my mother’s only child. To my knowledge, I’m the last of the Mailliards. I’ll have to make sure that I don’t continue the line.” She rose. “I think I’ve seen the washroom on the way here. I really need to splash some water on my face.”
    “Second door on the right,” Nassar told her.
    “Excuse me.”
    Grace walked away. Her knees shook a little in her jeans. Her face burned.
    Nassar watched Grace’s figure retreat down the winding path.
    “Wow,” Alasdair offered.
    “Yes.”
    “Think she’ll do it?”
    “She’s a Mailliard.”
    He’d seen the same steely resolve in her mother’s eyes, Nassar reflected. He suspected it was the same will that drove the wedding night atrocities a century ago. It enabled her mother, Janet, to grimly bear her service, and fuelled Grace’s fight against it. He doubted she would ever go into outright rebellion, not while her mother and Gerald were alive, but he could tell by the way she held herself, by her face and her eyes and her voice, that she would rather give up her future children than bring them into the Dreochs’ “service”.
    “You like her,” Alasdair said.
    “What of it?”
    “Why don’t you make a move?”
    The imbalance of power between them was too great, and her antipathy and contempt for Clan Dreoch was painfully obvious. Nassar took the towel off his shoulder and sat on the bench. “Because she can’t say no.”
    When Grace returned, Alasdair was gone; Nassar sat alone. It was easier if she simply admitted it, Grace decided. Sometimes you see another person in passing, your eyes meet, and you know by some instinct that there is something there. She felt that something for Nassar.
    It was wrong on so many levels that her head reeled from