Page 77 of Wicked Allure
What was she going to tell Mistress?
That she’d fallen in love with her client and?—
She reached out a hand to steady herself. She gripped the blanket on the bed and settled a hip onto the mattress.
Was she in love with Dru?
Everything had happened so fast, but she’d known she’d caught feelings for her, but was this love? Dru was always on her mind, she never wanted to part from her, and she now knew the chemistry she’d felt wasn’t one-sided.
Dru had said she knew that Tomesha was her mate, but she hadn’t mentioned the word love. Did vampires fall in love? Or did they just go batshit crazy wanting to claim someone as theirs? Tomesha frowned, unsure what all of this meant.
“Just take it a day at a time,” Tomesha breathed. Her stomach rumbled again. She pushed off the bed and decided to go and find breakfast. She walked across the room and opened the door. “Oh.”
Tomesha was met with the back of a warrior. He turned and eyed her.
“My lady. Good morning,” he said.
“Um, good morning.” She looked around the hall and didn’t see anyone else. “Am I a prisoner or something?”
“No, my lady. The general has given orders to escort you down for your morning meal once you’re awake,” he said.
“Perfect, because I am starving.” A nervous chuckle escaped her.
He moved to allow her to step into the hall.
She closed the door behind her. “Well, lead the way.”
She wasn’t sure why she’d need an escort to the dining area, but she wasn’t going to argue. They walked down to the first level of the inn. There was a buzzing in the air. She could almost feel the excitement from the warriors.
“Is something happening today?” she asked.
A group of warriors stalked down the hall toward them and passed by without so much as a look at her.
“Nothing you should worry about, my lady,” the warrior said.
She eyed him and wished he’d tell her more, but she was sure he had orders. That group of men appeared to be deadly, and she was happy to not be on the receiving end of their attention.
Tomesha’s steps echoed softly against the polished hardwood floors as she followed the warrior through the grand interior. The building, once a private mansion, still retained its dignity of its former life. She folded her arms and took in how every surface gleamed with dark, polished wood. She’d never stayed anywhere so fancy before.
The club didn’t count. It was an enticing facility, but it didn’t hold the old-world charm this building had. She paused in front of one of the framed portraits of a man and woman. She wondered if they were the original owners. She turned and found the male watching her.
“I’m sorry. This place is so nice. Everything here is just beautiful,” she murmured.
She took a few steps toward him to catch up to him. They passed beneath a chandelier and veered down a hallway lined with windows. Their shields were down. They arrived at a set of large doors with stained glass.
“You’ll take your breakfast out here, my lady.” The guard opened the door and waved for her to go first.
She brushed past him and stepped out onto a wide veranda where the house opened itself to the gloomy morning. The mid-morning air was cool, the grass in the yard covered in dew. She eyed the table that was set for one. “Will the general not be joining me?”
“The general is currently occupied with an important matter. I’m unsure if she’ll be able to join you while you break your fast.” He moved to the side and stood erect near the door.
She took her seat and inhaled.
The area near the veranda was beautiful. It would be the perfect backdrop for her and Dru to share a meal together.
Well, she at least would eat food. From what she’d learned, vampires did not consume it. Blood provided all of the minerals and nutrients they needed to survive.
There is no way I could be a vampire, she thought to herself. No food?
