Page 61 of My Master
Antonio nodded.
“What about Demetria?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Who?”
“Kinda small, looks like an evil teenager. Black short hair. She’s a moody Russian bitch.”
Ezzy shot Antonio a look, an uncomfortable look. “Terrance killed her…” she started.
Isis’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline.
“Right after Ezzy beat the crap out of her.” Antonio added with pride. Pride and anger. It was stupid and reckless.
“You did what, now?” Isis stared at Ezzy with her mouth hanging open.
Ezzy shrugged. “She made me mad. And she almost killed agent Phillipe.”
Isis looked at her incredulously. “You didwhatnow?”
Antonio laughed at her reaction because, yes, it was hard to believe that Ezzy would have taken on a vampire like that—in her condition—and survive.
“Demetria is dead,” Isis whispered.
Antonio gripped her hand. “It’s over, Isis. It’s over.” But when their eyes met, the lies on his mouth tasted bitter. Caesareon and Demetria may have been dead, but they would still be there to haunt her nightmares.
No, he realized.
This was far from being over.
* * *
Isis detested being fussed over.She hated having to lie in a hospital bed when Esmeralda was the one who needed rest. She had been in the hospital for weeks and she still hadn’t gotten her check-up.
It was still surprising that Ezzy was pregnant. She felt she wouldn’t get used to her stomach popping out all over the place. But, she thought with amusement, it was about damn time. She just wondered if they were ever going to get married. They were practically married already anyway. If theywereto get married Isis thought it’d only be a waste of time, slapping a government label on what they shared.
Isis smiled wryly to herself, marveling at the normalcy her thoughts had taken. It made her happy to know that her life could get back on track without looking over her shoulder at every turn. Now, all she had to worry about were the nightmares but eventually even those would fade.
Esmeralda rubbed the small of her back and smiled at Isis with her full teeth, which, Isis noted, were looking a little pointy.
When human women were pregnant with vampires it was as if they became one. The vampire shared its powers with the mother. She had to admit that Ezzy looked like a badass. Not to mention she was vibrant with energy. That, and moody.
“Taking care of a vampire is hard work…” Esmeralda sighed.
Isis raised an eyebrow. “Wellsoo-rryto be such a nuisance…”
At this, Esmeralda laughed. “Not you. I mean this little rascal inside of me. It’s like she’s having a dance party inside of me.”
“How do you even know it’s a girl? It’s not like you’ve gotten checked up or anything. Don’t doctors give out pills and vitamins to make you feel better or something?”
Esmeralda shrugged and plopped herself down onto a chair with a smile still on her face. “I suppose. Maria said she was going to bring someone—a healer or something that’ll make me special tea.”
“Yes, well, I’ll be happy when I can get out of this hospital. So if this healer guy can whip up a concoction that’ll teleport me the hell out of here I’d be forever grateful.”
“You can just get up and leave, you know. What’s holding you back?” Her suggestion was daring, laced with mischief.
Isis shot a tentative look around at the wires hanging from the machines, running through her veins. She hardly felt it necessary but apparently her stupid doctor did. With a groan, she pulled the needles from her arms and tossed them to the side. She hopped out of bed and pulled the ugly papery hospital gown from her body and threw it to the floor. Isis stood butt naked in her hospital room, causing Ezzy to blush then giggle, hopping to her feet.
“I assume we’re leaving now?”
