A Quick Bite (29 page)

Greg almost turned back to pull on his jeans, but a sud
den fear for Lissianna stopped him. Instead, he moved silently up the hall; ears straining and eyes struggling to see more than the shadowy shapes in the gloom of the living room ahead.

He’d only taken a couple of steps when Greg heard the soft shush of the sliding doors in the dining room. The sound made him pause warily, then the cessation of the breeze that had alarmed him just moments before made his heart start to pound as he realized that someone had just left the house.

“Lissianna?” He called, hurrying forward. “Lissi?”

Fear gripped him when there was no response. Greg paused in the entrance to the living room and ran his hand over the wall in search of the switch he knew was there. He found and hit it, and blinding light immediately flooded the room. It left Greg blinking furiously in an effort to adjust to the sudden change from dark to light.

“Lissianna?” Despite suspecting they were already gone, he peered around the room, his eyes searching for an intruder. When his gaze landed on Lissianna’s still form on the couch, Greg’s heart skipped a beat, but it seemed to stop altogether when he spotted the stake sticking out of her chest.

“Oh Jesus,” he breathed, then rushed forward. Sharp pain shot through his foot as he reached the coffee table, reminding him it had been the sound of breaking glass that had drawn him out here. Apparently, the sound hadn’t been caused by the intruder breaking a window to get in. Hopping back on his uninjured foot, Greg glanced down at the shattered water glass on the floor beside the off-center coffee table. Whoever had done this must have knocked the table as they went to leave, sending the glass to the floor.

Greg plucked the piece of glass from his foot, then
tossed it aside and continued to the couch, only to pause there, unsure what to do. Lissianna lay as still as death, her face completely devoid of color above the afghan covering her body. His gaze shifted reluctantly from her face to her chest. The afghan had been made in pale greens and blues, but was now sporting a large patch of red where the stake went through it, a patch that seemed to be growing by the second.

“Oh God.” Greg hesitated, then—not knowing what else to do—he finally grabbed the stake and tugged it from her body. He winced at the resistance he received and the wet sucking sound it made as it finally slipped free. Greg tossed the stake aside in a move that did little to release the rage that was building inside him, alongside his fear and grief.

Lissianna lay so still and looked so pale, Greg feared she was dead, but his heart wouldn’t accept the possibility. She couldn’t die when he’d just found her. He’d waited thirty-five years for a woman like her, he’d never find another. He had to get her some help, he had to—He had to save her…but first he had to get dressed.

Bending, Greg scooped up his T-shirt, the only item of clothing still left lying about. His jeans were in the bedroom, and Lissianna had obviously donned her clothes again before lying down earlier. After jerking the shirt on, Greg lifted her up into his arms, afghan and all, and turned back the way he’d come.

He hurried up the hall, unwilling to leave her alone and vulnerable again. Greg laid her gently on the bed in the bedroom, his gaze hardly leaving her face as he tugged on his jeans. He’d take her to his place and make some calls, he decided. Greg knew a lot of people in the health industry, he had connections at the hospital. Somehow,
he’d get an IV and some blood for her and the nanos would heal her and everything would be fine, he assured himself.

Lissianna had insisted they should avoid their apartments because it would be the first place her family would look, but they couldn’t stay at Debbie’s. Her family had found her here. And surely if her family had already checked his apartment, it would be safe to go there.

Greg wasn’t altogether sure about that, but he didn’t feel he had a choice at the moment. His personal address book was there with the numbers of everyone he knew, people he needed to contact if he was going to save her. He
had
to go there, and he wasn’t leaving Lissianna here by herself, so she was going as well.

Finished dressing, he moved back to her side and peered down at her. They were going to have to take a taxi to his apartment, but he couldn’t take her as she was. Any cabby would freak out at the sight of her and immediately call the police and an ambulance. He had to clean her up and try to bandage the wound, then he could claim she was merely drunk and passed out or something.

Leaving her on the bed, Greg hurried into the en suite bathroom and retrieved several of Debbie’s snow-white towels. He dropped them on the bed beside Lissianna, then moved to the closet to select a clean shirt to replace her blood-soaked one. He hesitated over his choice, finally choosing a black blouse that would help hide the blood if she should bleed through, then he returned to the bed and knelt beside it.

Greg scanned Lissianna’s face before he started, looking desperately for any sign of life, but there was none to see. Taking a deep breath, he tugged the afghan aside,
then quickly undid her blouse, trying not to look at the blood soaking the pure white silk.

His first sight of the jagged hole in her chest and the slow, thick blood oozing from it made Greg gag. Trying not to acknowledge the thought that no one could possibly survive such a serious injury, he swallowed back the bile in his throat and quickly cleaned away as much of the blood as he could.

The wound was nearly in the center of her chest and just above where the top of her bra started. Greg pressed a small hand towel over it, tucking half of the cloth under her bra to keep it in place, then he sat Lissianna up. He supported her with one hand while he stripped away her bloodstained blouse with the other. He then threw the ruined shirt onto the floor, grabbed the clean one he’d collected from the closet, and struggled to get her into it.

Once Greg had the fresh top on Lissianna and buttoned, he laid her back on the mattress. Standing then, he moved around to the other side of the bed and the phone that sat on a table next to it.

Being a city boy, Greg had a car for long trips and to drive to work where he had parking, but he often found it more convenient to take taxis anywhere else he might need to go. It saved a lot of time that would otherwise have been wasted hunting for a parking space. That being the case, he knew the phone number of one of the city cab services by heart and punched in the number without having to think about it.

As he rattled off the address, Greg found himself grateful that he’d paid attention and noted the street name and house number when they’d come that afternoon. He was also grateful when the dispatcher assured him the taxi would be there directly. The last thing he needed was
time to think about what had happened and to worry over the state Lissianna was in.

Hanging up, Greg moved back around the bed. He lifted Lissianna into his arms and carried her to the door, then hesitated, suddenly worried that her attacker might have come back to finish the job. After all, surely Greg should have been a target as well? And he was still alive.

That thought made him frown and shift uncomfortably where he stood. He considered setting Lissianna down and searching the house, but didn’t think he had time before the taxi arrived. He was also reluctant to leave Lissianna alone.

Gritting his teeth, Greg decided he’d just have to move quickly and hope for the best. Bending slightly to reach the door with the hand under her legs, he turned the knob and pulled it ajar. Greg then straightened and used his foot to open it the rest of the way.

The hall was as dark and silent as it had been the last time he’d entered it. This time there was no telltale breeze, though. He rushed toward the entrance to the living room, alert for any sign of another presence. A small puff of relief slipped from his lips when he reached the intersection of halls just before the entrance to the living room. The hall to the right led to the dining room and ended at the kitchen. Greg turned left and moved to the front door instead. Pausing there, he glanced out at the dark and empty street, then down at Lissianna. A frown curved his lips as he noted that the white towel stood out sharply where it stuck up above the neckline of the black blouse. The contrasting colors, along with its bulk, made its presence obvious.

Not wanting anything to draw the cabby’s attention to her wounded state, Greg started back the way he’d come,
then paused when he spotted the coat closet. He set Lissianna on a small bench that sat in a corner by the front door, positioning her so that she wouldn’t slide off, then opened the closet.

“Thank you, Debbie,” he murmured as he pulled a thick, quilted winter coat out of the closet. “I’ll pay you back for this.”

Greg managed to get the coat on Lissianna and carry her out to the road before the taxi arrived. He was standing on the sidewalk with Lissianna appearing to stand, leaning against him when the car pulled up, but the truth was that he was holding her upright. She was a deadweight. Silently sending up a prayer that this would work, he started forward when the taxi stopped on the street before him. Lissianna’s body immediately began to fall.

Giving a forced laugh, Greg scooped her up and walked to the car.

“I think you’ve had just a little too much to drink, honey,” he laughed as he managed to get the door open and maneuver both himself and her into the backseat.

“Is she all right?” the driver asked, swiveling in his seat to eye them suspiciously.

Greg shifted Lissianna in his lap so that her head fell against his neck, and lied, “Yeah. She just had a little too much to drink at her birthday party.”

“Yeah?” The driver glanced toward the house and Greg followed his gaze, relieved to note that the living room and bedroom lights were still on so that it didn’t look as empty as it was.

“We were supposed to sleep over after the party, but her sister has the most god-awful uncomfortable bed in the spare room,” Greg went on nervously. “And I have to get some sleep before work tomorrow. You understand, don’t you, honey?” he asked, and glanced down at the top
of Lissianna’s head where it lay against his chest, before adding, “Hmm, I think she’s passed right out.”

“Birthday party, huh?” the driver said, and there was definitely suspicion in his voice.

Understandable, Greg supposed, since it was Monday night and most people avoided holding parties on a weeknight, saving it for the weekend.

“Yeah. Her thirtieth,” he lied. “She isn’t taking it well. Still, I don’t know why they couldn’t have the party on the weekend rather than a weeknight, but she and her sister insisted it had to be on the actual date. Women,” Greg added with mild disgust, then fell silent and held his breath as he waited to see if he’d managed to allay the man’s suspicions enough that he’d take them to his apartment…or if the fellow was going to grab his radio and call for the police to be sent out.

The driver was silent for a good long time, then he turned in his seat and arched an eyebrow at Greg. “So, you gonna tell me where you want to go, mister?”

Letting his breath out on a slow exhalation of relief, Greg managed a smile and gave the address for his apartment building, then settled back in the seat and peered down at Lissianna.

The ride seemed to take forever, though he knew that was a result of his worry about Lissianna, not a real reflection of the passing time. It wasn’t until the cabby pulled the car to a stop in front of the building that Greg realized he had no money to pay for the trip. He had a stash of cash in his desk drawer in his apartment, but he’d have to get the doorman to wake up the super to let him in again to get to it.

He was about to explain all this to the driver, when the door on his side of the cab suddenly opened.

Glancing around with a start, Greg found himself staring at Lissianna’s cousin, Thomas Argeneau.

“What happened?” Thomas asked, his concerned gaze moving over Lissianna.

“I’ll explain inside,” Greg muttered as he struggled out of the backseat. Thomas held his arms out to take Lissianna from him to make it easier, but he shook his head, unwilling to let her go. “Pay the driver for me, will you?”

Thomas opened the front door of the cab to ask how much the fare was as Greg found his feet and straightened with his burden. Lissianna’s cousin paid the driver, closed both doors, then caught Greg’s arm as he started for the front door of his apartment building.

“You can’t go in. There’s someone waiting in the hall upstairs in case you two show up here,” he said. “Come with me.”

Greg didn’t hesitate to follow Thomas. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that the man loved Lissianna and would help her.

“What happened?” Thomas repeated as soon as he had Greg settled in the front seat of his Jeep, with Lissianna on his lap.

“They found us,” Greg announced grimly, then asked the question that had been worrying him since he’d found Lissianna lying prone on the couch, “All those movies and books were wrong about the garlic and crosses, what about stakes?”

“What?” Thomas peered at him with confusion.

“Can being staked kill your people?” Greg clarified.

Thomas’s eyes widened incredulously, then he leaned forward and tugged open Lissianna’s coat.

Greg sat silent and tense as the other man undid the top buttons of her shirt, then spread the material to the sides. He found his eyes moving anxiously to her wound as Thomas pulled the towel up enough to see it.

“It looks a little smaller,” he noted with relief.

“Christ!” Thomas said with disbelief. “That’s smaller? What did they stab her with? A telephone post?”

“A stake,” Greg said quietly.

“Who staked her?” Thomas let the towel lie flat against her skin again and lay the sides of the shirt back over it, not bothering to button it up.

“One of your people I guess,” Greg said, as Thomas pulled the coat closed over her to keep her warm.

Thomas shook his head with a frown. “It couldn’t have been.”

“Who else would be after her?” He saw that the man wasn’t convinced he was right and didn’t have time to argue about it. “We can worry about who later; right now Lissianna needs blood.” He hesitated, then added, “I’d appreciate your help with this, but only if you promise you won’t call or take us anywhere near your uncle or Marguerite. If you can’t promise, then I’m taking her out of here right now and—”