The Vampire's Protector. Michele HaufЧитать онлайн книгу.
mean I know everything about witches. I’m going to go with no on the tiny witches. But this?” She waggled the phone between them. “It’s just bits and bytes. Of which, I also know little. I only know that all the information I need is contained in here, and it’s also great for finding a good vintage car supply store in a pinch.”
“Vintage. So you do have an interest in the carriages that once conveyed me from city to city?”
“Vintage is like 1950s and ’60s. I own a 1960s Bimmer R65 that I’ve been tinkering on for years.”
“I see. So I must be absolutely ancient to you, eh?”
Summer chuckled. “You are not the oldest of my friends. Trust me on that one.”
“Right. Vampires live very long, as I recall. How old are you again?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“I remember twenty-eight. I was traveling across Europe with il Cannone and Antonia. Such a lovely voice she had.”
“Was she your son’s mother?”
“Indeed. I had no desire to marry, but I was thrilled to become a father. My son, Achille, traveled with me on the concert route, as well.”
“Did you ever play in Paris?”
“A few times. Took me two weeks to travel the same path we now journey. I must have stayed for months following. Couldn’t force myself to get back into that stuffy, wobbly box on wheels. If they would have had that remarkable cold air forced through tiny vents back then. Whew!”
“Right? It’s called air-conditioning. Wait until you learn about the shower and toilets. And computers!”
“Is a shower what I think it is? Because I could use some freshening. I feel as though I’ve gone for almost two centuries without washing.”
“Ha. The dead guy made a joke.”
“No, the dead guy is merely speaking the truth.” He flapped the lapels of his velvet jacket open. “This thing is hot. And...a hundred and seventy-five years old. I need new clothing. But how to obtain clothing and food without money? I require a violin, as well. Then I can play for a living again.”
“I’ve got cash. Don’t worry about it.”
He walked around in front of her to stop her in her tracks. “Summer, a man does not accept money from a woman. Not unless she wishes him in her bed every night after a concert,” he added with the roguish grin.
“Have you ever been a woman’s gigolo?”
“There were a few times when the money did not come in quickly and in such amounts as I had needed. Must needs for hard times. You understand.”
“Yeah, sure. You were a man whore.”
He caught on to her tease and could play along. “I never stood on the streets offering my wares. Yet before my name became known I had to sacrifice for my art. Now where is that violin? You have to have it with you.” He peered over her shoulder at the parked car. “Where did you hide it?” He strode off toward the car.
“I said I sent it to Paris!” But she didn’t believe that lie any more than he obviously did.
Summer spun around and went after him. He pounded on the trunk and ran his fingers along the seam opening.
“It is inside this car,” he said. “I can hear it. There, within this receptacle. It looks like a back boot on a carriage. Open it!”
“You can hear it, too?” For a moment their eyes met, and she saw his wince before it even happened. “I don’t think it’s a good idea that you touch that violin. We can’t know what it will do to you.”
He rapped his chest with both fists and gave her the most incredulous stare. Okay, so they did know what it would do to him. Because it had already done it. It had brought him back from the dead.
“Let me rephrase that,” Summer said, trying for the stall.
“Open it,” he insisted. “Or I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Toss me across the field? Shove me so hard I’ll fly into the next town?”
“I apologize for my quick aggression earlier. I had no idea I was so strong. It is a new strength to me. But I like it. It makes me feel powerful.” He flexed his fingers into a fist. “But I won’t allow you to redirect this conversation. You have the violin.” He rapped the metal trunk hood. “In there. I’m sure of it. I can hear it. It whispers,” he said, feeling it in his veins. The darkness that curdled up his spine whenever he considered his origins and the wicked bargain he’d continually refused in his previous life.
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