Mercy's Danger: Montgomery's Vampires Trilogy (Book #2) (Montgomery's Vampires Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

in England about Robert turning into a human.”
    “No!” Liz screeched. “You don’t . . . You think Robert is human? That can’t be!”
    “Uh, have you been witnessing the same things as me?”
    “Still, though. Human? That’s nuts.”
    “Liz, I don’t know what to think. But Leopold also thinks this might be the case, on account of Robert’s fangs falling out. And, well, look at him. He even appears human.”
    “How crazy would that be?” The shower turned off in the bathroom and Liz offered, “You want me to go before he gets out? It might be easier to coax him back into to bed if I’m gone.”
    “That might be best.”
    Liz gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Hang in there. It will all work itself out.”
    “Hope so. And thank you so much for all your help. You’re a lifesaver, Liz.”
    “Anytime,” she smiled. “What are best friends for?”
    Liz was gone when Robert emerged from the bathroom, smelling of soap and his signature scent, manliness. It took some convincing to get him back into bed, but he eventually acquiesced. I went into the living room so Robert could have the bed all to himself. With Leopold flying out, I felt I had at least some handle on the situation—not much, but some was better than none.
    I sat back on the sofa, pulled the cashmere throw from the arm, and wrapped it over my body. I felt ashamed for relaxing, wrapped up in a soft blanket next to the fire, with the events of the night lingering. But I figured that there wasn’t much else I could do. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically (helping Robert into bed had really taken it out of me). But the physical exhaustion I could cope with. It was the fear that was hard to handle.
    I closed my eyes and inhaled the smoky-sweet scent of the fire. It was a lush aroma, eucalyptus mixed with cedar. I took in another few deep breaths, holding each for four seconds before exhaling—an old psychology trick used for combating anxiety. It worked better than Valium. With the fire, the blanket, and the breathing, my mind and body were compelled to relax, to let go. The questions soon started to fade: What if Robert never got better? What if he was losing his mind? What if Leopold didn’t like me? What if I didn’t like Leopold? What if Leopold couldn’t help Robert? What if . . . What if . . . What if . . . ?
    I woke with side of my cheek stinging. Puzzled, I sat up, boiling. My shirt clung to my back unpleasantly, damp and stifling. Though still warm, the fire had burned down to a few flickering embers. Through the large bay windows that overlooked the ocean, I could see that it was dawn. I must have slept through the night.
    Robert was standing above me.
    Screaming, I leapt up from the sofa and desperately struggled to cover him with the blanket. “No! Robert! You’re going to burst into flames!”
    Robert took me by the shoulders. “I’m fine, Mercy.”
    “Are you back to normal?” I studied his face. “With it, uh, mentally?”
    “I’ve never been so clear,” he said.
    He stretched a hand out gingerly towards the beam of sunlight shining through the windows. He stuck his index finger into the light and waited, holding his breath. He was breathing!
    “Careful, Robert!”
    Nothing happened.
    Nothing happened, either, when Robert moved the rest of his hand into the light, and then his whole arm. Before I could stop him, he charged toward the balcony and flung open the glass doors.
    He looked back at me with a wistful smile. “Here we go.”
    Robert stepped into the morning sunshine.
    Golden light enveloped him. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that it wasn’t the glow of fire. He was okay, no smoke or sparks in sight. His threw back his head and I yelped when he started trembling all over. Then I realized that he was laughing.
    “Mercy! Can you believe it?” He spun around like a child. “I have not seen the sun in over a hundred and fifty years! Look! I’m in the sun! ”
    He rushed forward and scooped