from New Orleans to
Sevierville before sunup. Drake had suggested that I let Mica get himself out
of his predicament, and that I needed to come back to New Orleans.”
Sherry tilted her head
in confusion. “But—he didn’t want to help? I don’t understand. You were there
because of him.”
“No, I was there
because Jason Hargrove kidnapped me and carted me off to Salem. Drake sent Mica
to rescue me, and—well—it’s not that he didn’t want to help…I think that if we
had been close enough, he would have sent a rescue party.” She shrugged. “I
guess he figured that Mica and Denise weren’t going to make it, and he really
wanted that spell.” She rolled her eyes and shrugged again. “Anyway, I told him
that I wasn’t coming back to New Orleans without Mica. He said that he was
sorry, but there was no time for them to get there, and that I was on my own
for the rescue.”
“So, if Drake didn’t
send you any help, then how did they get away?”
“You see, Mica and I
have bonded as mates. We can feel what each other feels .
I discovered through that bond that I can communicate with him as well. He
allowed me to see through his eyes, so that I could see where they were.” She
shrugged. “I cast a couple of spells, one of which was for the keys to the Express
Van. They really weren’t that far away, just a few miles. I parked the van at a
safe distance and snuck up on the vampires.” She bit her lip apprehensively. “I
cast a spell so that the vampire clan would think that they were seeing the
light of day, and that they would feel the burn of the sun’s rays, and the only
way to get away from the burn was to hide in the shadows until my task was
done. They scattered to the caves to hide.”
Sherry laughed. “That
was brilliant!”
Desiree smiled
sheepishly. “I thought so too, but Mica was mad as hell.”
“You saved his butt,
didn’t you?”
She nodded. “Yeah, but
that wasn’t the problem. Mica was afraid that by me casting that spell, the
clan of vampires would seek me out to kill me for revenge.”
Sherry swallowed hard. “That
would be bad. I guess that’s why you have the bodyguard now, huh?”
She shook her head. “No—not
really…the clan found us last night at Drake’s headquarters. They wouldn’t
listen to reason and attacked all of us. They’re all dead now.”
“Okay—so—why does Mica
think you need a bodyguard?”
She shrugged. “I think
he might be a little over protective…I couldn’t imagine who else could be after
me. But then again, this time last week I didn’t know all this would happen,
either.”
The waitress brought a
pot of coffee to the table, along with the check. “Would y’all care for more
coffee?”
Desiree held out her
cup. “Yes, please.”
Sherry smiled up at the
waitress. “I would love another cup.”
The waitress filled their
cups, and both women picked up their cups and took a sip.
Sherry placed the mug
on the table, cradling it in her hands. “So, it sounds like you had quite an
adventure.”
“Yeah, I did. Things
were a little scary at times, but I really don’t have many regrets from it.”
Desiree’s tone had Sherry
tilting her head and staring hard at her friend. “You have some regrets? Aren’t
you happy that you’re with Mica?”
Desiree sighed heavily.
“Oh, I’m very happy that I wound up with Mica. The last ninety years have been
very lonely for me, and he makes me feel again.”
Sherry smirked. “I bet
he does.”
Desiree cleared her
throat and smiled. “Yes, well—he does at that, but that’s not what I meant.” She
laughed lightly, then picked up her coffee cup and took another sip. “I meant
emotionally. I now feel a purpose that I haven’t felt in years. Mica’s the best
thing that has ever happened to me.”
“So, if Mica’s the best
thing that has ever happened to you, then what’s the regret?”
Desiree’s gaze leveled
with hers. “I regret the loss of my freedom.”
“I’m