eyes had turned; the need to feed from her was making him see her in a red haze. That and the touch of something more he wanted from her.
“Her name is Sara Temple. She is one of our pilots. Sire? I beg for her life, please? She saved our lives, all of our lives.” April, too, was begging for Little Warrior’s life.
Aaron had not met April yet, but he had heard a great deal about her from her mate tonight. Aaron guessed that she had been the reason Demetrius had left the room so quickly when the beauty had entered.
“Yes, as you have said before. I’m well aware of what she has done for us, and I have no intention of ending her life just yet, no matter how much or how prettily she begs. I have merely put her into a state of deep sleep until we can get her medical help. It is still a few hours until sunrise, and we have a lot to do. My car is just outside,” Aaron decided quickly. “We will need to get her to my estate, and you two are coming with me. So I suggest that you make whatever arrangements you need to and do so now.”
Aaron did not even turn around to see if they were doing as he said. He was a man who was used to having his every command obeyed without question, and luckily, the Carlovettis understood that, and jumped to do his bidding.
With the girl still in his arms, he leaned down to pick up her knife, careful not to touch the silver. Carrying his would-be killer, he walked to the big, black SUV and climbed into the back seat with her. He laid her gently across his lap as he pulled out his cell phone. He was just finishing his last call when the doors to his car opened in the front. The Carlovettis got in, Demetrius the driver.
Putting his cell phone away with a snap shut, he said, “I have contacted a doctor friend of mine, Thomas Reilly, who deals with humans as well as vamps. He will meet us at the mansion. What can you tell me about her?”
April looked over at her husband, then back at the vampire in the back seat. He was holding Sara in his arms and checking the wound while he waited for an answer. He looked up at April with a questioning expression.
“Do you plan to take her life, sire?” she asked him.
“Aaron.”
Aaron wondered why they thought he would end her life so quickly, or be so willing to do so. Then he thought of Carlos Sanchez, the former master of this realm, and realized that therein lay the problem.
As the way of vampire law, when Aaron had challenged the previous master for his realm, the two strong forces fought to the end. It had been a bloody and horrific battle, lasting nearly three hours—a very long time in vampire battles. In the end, Carlos was beheaded, and Aaron himself had been nearly mortally wounded. It took him almost a month for his energy and strength to be built back to what was normal for him. But of course, no one knew that for sure, and he wanted to keep it that way.
The winner, in this case Aaron, had been declared the Master of the Realm, and he had been afforded all of the riches, property, and anything else the previous master owned, including subjects. The loser? In this case, Aaron wondered who had been the loser. The realm was a total mess and—
April’s question pulled him from his thoughts. “I’m sorry?” Her confusion was evident in her tone.
“My name, it’s Aaron MacManus. Please call me Aaron. And no, I don’t, at least as long as she doesn’t become a threat to us. You do realize that she single-handedly took out four rogue vampires without so much as a scratch on her? The bullet wound happened while she was begging for her life, or death, as it were, with me. She has abilities that go beyond a mere human; she walked up on all of us without anyone being the wiser. Surely you are aware of what that can mean to our race? To us?”
Aaron was in awe of her. His little warrior was as strong, if not stronger than, most men he knew.
“Yes, sire...err, Aaron. But if she wanted us dead, why would she have put herself in danger