Page 23 of Tanglewood Legacy (The Three Sisters 3)
“I do like your ways here,” she whispered against his lips.
Why wasn’t he afraid? This was by far the most bizarre and potentially terrifying experience of his life, yet all his brain could produce was a desire to have her again.
“Isis!”
Pierre slipped his hand from under her skirt and stepped back at the sight of Isis’s sister standing in the doorway. The woman was clearly angry, her eyes sparking with mystical light.
Isis righted her dress, covering her breasts and smoothing her skirt over her legs. “I thought you were in the fields.”
“We finished early,” she snapped.
“You must be Medea,” Pierre said, trying to force his voice to remain friendly. He thought about offering her his hand but then realized he’d just withdrawn it from under her sister’s skirt and, instead, coupled it behind his back and gave a shallow bow. “I am Pierre Baron. Pleasure to meet you.”
Medea gave him a curt nod before turning a biting glare on Isis. “May I speak with you in the other room, sister?”
Isis smoothed her hair and then her dress. “Pierre and I were just saying goodbye. I’ll meet you there in a moment.”
Medea turned on her heel and left.
“I will go,” Pierre said. “I can see I’ve caused you some trouble.”
Isis shook her head. “Don’t worry about her. May I come and visit you, tomorrow night?”
“It’s safer during the day,” he said.
She gave him a wicked grin. “Not for me.”
He placed a kiss upon her cheek. “Then come. I’ll be waiting.”
He slipped out the door, finding his horse rested and watered, waiting in the shade of the oak tree. He tried to capture it all with his mind so he could sketch it in his journal later. How he longed to learn more, to remember everything. How he ached for more fascinating, mysterious Isis.
ChapterEleven
“Have you lost your mind?” Medea paced the salon, clenching and unclenching her fists.
Isis bristled. She didn’t care for her sister’s tone. “Pierre came to tell me of another vampire victim. He sought us out to make sure I was okay.”
“What I saw when I walked into that room… Was that your way of thanking him?” Medea scoffed at her.
Isis stood straighter, hands on her hips, and raised her chin. “No. We were through talking about vampires by that point, but I find him quite handsome and don’t regret a single thing. That man may study me any way and anywhere he pleases.” She giggled.
Medea winced. “Goddess, Isis! We just left a happy home in France because the people there wanted to burn us alive! Are you so anxious to repeat the experience?” She waved a hand overhead. “Do you love the smell of torches in the morning?”
The laugh that pealed from Isis’s chest filled the room. “Relax, sister. I swear to you, Pierre will not betray me. The man is enamored. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”
“For now.” Medea’s face fell, and she released a deep sigh. “You do realize that if this goes wrong, you put us all in danger. Not just yourself. All of us.”
Sobering, Isis approached her sister and placed a hand over her heart. “I promise you, if he turns out to be a problem, I’ll wipe his mind myself. Honestly, I believe the greater threat is the vampire he came to warn me about.”
“You say the creature struck again?”
“Yes, Medea, and I confirmed that these are the first killings of this type on record here. Pierre studies the animals and fauna in this area. Even among the indigenous people, he’s heard no stories supporting the existence of local vampires until now.”
Medea’s hands pressed into her stomach. “I don’t like this. Why was the first man left in a tree on our property? You don’t think…” She pressed her lips together.
“That a vampire followed us here from Ouros? No. However, I think, possibly, one came on the same boat as us.”
Medea’s eyes narrowed. “What do you know?”
