“I think the living room is the perfect place to put the flowers,” Alexandria agreed. “When Thomas comes over, he’ll be able to see them.”

Aidan found himself gritting his teeth. Alexandria was already flitting from the kitchen. He caught Marie by the shoulder before she could follow, leaned down, and put his mouth to her ear. “Couldn’t you have thrown the damn things out?” The words came out somewhere between a hiss and a growl. “And just for the record, you traitor, Ivan is not her man. I am.”

Marie looked shocked. “Not yet, you’re not. I believe you still have to court her. And of course I would never throw roses out, Aidan. When a man goes to the trouble of giving a woman flowers, she should at least have the pleasure of seeing them.”

“I thought you didn’t like this bum.”

“He can’t be all bad. You should have seen his concern for her. I tell you, Aidan, he’s really taken with her.” Marie was deliberately, innocently enthusiastic. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her when she’s with him.” She attempted to sound reassuring.

Behind them, Stefan was choking again. Aidan swore eloquently in three languages and followed Alexandria out of the room, shaking his head over the workings of the female mind.

Stefan put an arm around Marie. “Wicked, wicked woman.”

She laughed softly. “This is fun, Stefan. And it’s good for him.”

“Be careful, woman. He is not like other men. He might kill to keep her. His nature is that of a wild predator,” Stefan warned gravely. “We’ve never seen him like this.”

Marie sniffed. “He will behave himself. He wouldn’t dare do otherwise. That girl wants to run. She has sense, that one, and plenty of courage.”

“Spirit,” Stefan agreed. “She will lead him a dance. But she doesn’t realize the danger she will always be in. Or the danger Joshua will be in.”

“She needs time, Stefan,” Marie said softly. “She will have us to help her, and Aidan will guide her.”

Aidan paced after Alexandria, pushing down the swirling demon raging against that soft, faraway look that had crept into her eyes. Intellectually he understood the lure Thomas Ivan represented to Alexandria. She wanted to be human. She wanted to feel human. She wanted to work and live in the human world. She believed Ivan could give her that. Even more, she would not have to deal with the unfamiliar, frighteningly intense sexual feelings Aidan evoked in her.

He reached out and caught the length of her hair in his hand, bringing her to an abrupt halt. “Do not worry about the police, Alexandria. They will not ask you anything about the vampires. They have no idea they were vampires, and they believe you were in a hospital. If they ask, just tell them you do not remember anything.”

She was quiet a moment as she arranged the roses. He could sense her unease. “Aidan? Can I leave here? Would you let me go?”

Involuntarily his hand tightened in her hair. He let his breath out slowly. “What brought this on, piccola?”

“I just want to know. You said I wasn’t a prisoner here. Can I come and go as I please?” Her teeth were tugging at her full lower lip.

“Are you planning on dating this joker?”

“I want to know if I can leave this house.”

He wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her against his hard frame. “Do you think you could survive without me?” His mouth was close enough to her neck that she could feel the warmth of his breath. Despite her every intention not to respond, her body caught fire.

Her sapphire eyes searched his face. He gave nothing away; she had no idea what he was thinking, and she wasn’t going to merge her mind with his to find out. He was drawing her deeper and deeper into his world, a world of the night. A world of sexuality and violence. Alexandria wanted her old life back. She wanted familiar things around her, things she had some control over.

His perfect mouth touched her throat. A brush of flame. His golden gaze met her eyes. “Do not ask questions you do not really want the answer to. I will not lie to you, even to make it easier.”

She closed her eyes as warmth flooded her body. He made her feel cherished. Made her feel beautiful. Made her feel unfulfilled and empty without him. Her fingers tightened around the stem of one of the roses. She jerked her hand away with a little cry, cradling one finger.

“Let me see,” he said softly. His voice was tender, his touch gentle as he pulled her hand to him for his inspection. A pinprick of blood welled up from her index finger. “Sir Galahad left a thorn,” he murmured as he bent his head and took her finger into the healing heat of his mouth.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Her body blazed with need. She stood as still as she could, watching him the way a cornered mouse does a cat. He had already taken over her life. It was there in her mind, in her body, her terrible need of him. She wanted to cry. Even if she managed to escape, to somehow get Joshua out and run away from him, she would carry him with her everywhere she went.

Abruptly she jerked her hand away from him before the flames leapt any higher. “His name is Thomas Ivan, not Sir Galahad, and I doubt very much if he personally took the thorns from the roses.”

Aidan nodded solemnly. “You are right, piccola. He would not think of such a thing himself, nor would he perform the task. He would think it beneath him and a waste of his time.” He reached around her and removed the thorn, then examined each stem carefully to assure himself she would not get hurt again.

“Why do you have to make him sound so petty?” she demanded, exasperated. She was determined to be attracted to Ivan. Women all over the world had multiple lovers. If other women could be attracted to more than one man in a lifetime, so could she. It didn’t have to be just Aidan Savage. He was worldly, sensuous, impossibly attractive with those haunting eyes and that perfect mouth. Any woman might fall for him, but all it was physical attraction. She could get over it like a bad case of the flu. A virulent case of the flu.

Aidan turned away from her to stare out the window. He didn’t know whether to laugh or be angry at her wild thoughts. She was so determined to find someone, anyone, other than him.

“Aidan?” Stefan walked in. “I informed the police that you and Alexandria had returned and that she would be up to speaking with them this morning. I made certain they understood she would be unable to go to the station or even to stay up long. They’re sending a couple of detectives over now.”

“Detectives?” Aidan raised an eyebrow. “For so trivial a matter?”

Stefan cleared his throat and shifted his weight uneasily. “I believe Mr. Ivan has some political pull. He went above the department’s head and even, according to the detective I spoke with yesterday, went so far as to check to see that all of us were in the country legally. I believe he wished to have us deported.”

Alexandria gasped, her chin lifting. “He did what?”

“I’m sorry, Alexandria, I should not have repeated that within your hearing. Mr. Ivan was terribly upset at not being able to get in touch with you,” Stefan said.

Aidan could have strangled the man for attempting to get Ivan off the hook. Alexandria had been annoyed. Without her even being aware of it, she was already thinking of the members of his household as part of her family.

“That is no excuse for Thomas to throw his weight around and try to get you and Marie deported. He didn’t even care about completely disrupting your lives. And what about Joshua? He would have had to go into a foster home.” Her anger at Thomas Ivan was rising. She detested people who thought they could have their way because they had money. Though she would never admit it to Aidan, never concede that tiny bit of power, she was less and less inclined to work with the man or be involved with him in any meaningful way. Surely she would find other creative outlets.