Stone Lover Page 8

  His chuckle deepened, “Don’t worry, my dear, you’re too precious. I’d wager you’re going to need protection from more than a meager memory augmentation spell.”

  “Um, I hope not,” Melanie said under her breath, following him despite the little voice that warned her against such foolish behavior. The man was shocked to discover she was human; how crazy was that?

  They pushed through another curtain and this time the room was like the inside of the genie’s bottle. Exotic material draped from floor to ceiling, plush pillows were strewn across the floor, low tables covered with silver platters and abundant food. The man came to a stop, beaming at her, “Welcome to my home.”

  Melanie tore her eyes from the luxurious surroundings and focused on the man, who seemed to have gotten younger over the last few moments. Instead of being a wizened old man, he now appeared to be just a few years older than her brother. And quite a bit… taller. His hair was still white but his face… he was extraordinarily, ethereally beautiful. He was too perfect to be human and the white hair just emphasized his otherness. “Are you a genie?”

  This made him laugh harder. Shaking his head, he glided down onto one of the cushions, sprawling his long limbs out. Holding his arm out to another pillow, he beckoned her to sit down. “No. I’m just a simple shop keeper.”

  With only the slightest hesitation, she sank down on the pillows, keeping her eyes on the strange man. “Then can you help me?”

  “You have a surprisingly one-tracked mind,” he grinned, grabbing a crystal glass and taking a drink of the deep garnet liquid. “What would you be willing to give for such protection?”

  Melanie couldn’t help herself; she grinned at the absurdity of it, “Have I inadvertently entered a fairy tale? If I offer my first born and when you return to collect it I have to guess your name to defeat you?”

  “My name is Omari,” he said, his hazel eyes twinkling with laughter. “And I don’t want your first born; I have no use for human babies.”

  She frowned, “Do you have a use for non-human babies?” She shook her head to clear it, not wanting to know the answer to that question. “Never mind. What do you want in return?”

  He studied her over the rim of his glass, his hazel eyes sweeping over her features in an intimate manner. Strangely, Melanie wasn’t uncomfortable; he didn’t seem to be perusing her in a sexual manner, not entirely at least. He was simply curious. “I’m not sure. I’ve never had dealings with your kind before.”

  “My kind?” she frowned. “Are we still on the human, non-human thing?”

  “You’re having a bit of difficulty with this concept,” he grinned, looking all kinds of breathtakingly gorgeous. Which one was the illusion? The old man or the man in front of her now? “Though you seem to be taking it all in stride.”

  “Okay, then if you’re not human, what are you?” she asked.

  He shrugged, a slight smile on his full lips, “As I said, I am a simple shopkeeper.”

  She snorted her disbelief, “I don’t believe you.”

  “I am a procurer of spells and ingredients for spells,” he added. “I buy and sell what is necessary. Terms are always… negotiable.”

  She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, as he grew more and more attractive the longer he lounged on the pillows. “What do you want from me?”

  “Since I have never been with a human, I would ask if you would be interested in having sex with me but your last partner has left a resilient claim on you,” he said with a lazy smile, brushing the rim of his glass against his lips. “I don’t believe he would appreciate the competition. And I don’t believe you would be tempted.”

  “Er,” she was at a loss for words, feeling the heat in her cheeks. Really, what did one say to such a comment? “Well, I suppose?”

  He raised a single eyebrow, “Human?”

  “Yes, definitely,” she answered without hesitation. But then she thought about it; maybe the black-haired brother wasn’t the only one with powers. This whole experience was new and she truly didn’t know Vaughn that well. Maybe he was a warlock, or something. But would that make a difference? With a thoughtful frown, she amended her response, “Probably.”

  He laughed. It was a nice laugh; just the right amount of seduction, just a hint of the pleasures he could offer. Abruptly, he stopped laughing and sat up, the amusement gone from his face. He looked at her with supreme seriousness; it was very bewildering. “What I want from you is sanctuary, should I ever need it.”

  “Ooookay,” she said in a long, drawn out voice, not exactly sure what this guy was talking about. If he truly weren’t human, which was quite apparent as he grew even more devastatingly handsome with each passing moment, it didn’t make sense that he would ask her – a mere human – for such a simple thing. “If sanctuary is what you require than I will offer sanctuary.”

  He leaned back against the cushions, the smile returning to his full lips, softening his expression. His hazel eyes twinkled once more as he got back to the business at hand. “Good; now let’s see. Protection from a memory spell…. Can you give me any specific information? How was it cast, its effectiveness,” he paused. Catching her eyes with his, he grinned, “Who cast it?”

  “His name is Armand,” she answered dumbly, noticing the slightest flash of something in the man’s hazel eyes.

  “Do you know why he cast it?”

  “Um, to keep me away from his brother?” Melanie cringed as she heard the question in her voice.

  “Last night’s sex partner,” he said; it was not a question.

  Her blush was so hot it was almost painful and Melanie was pretty sure that her cheeks were going to be red permanently. At least she no longer had to worry about freezing to death on the way home; she doubted even the sub-zero wind-chill was going to do much to quell the heat in her face.

  “Er, last night, before anything, uh, happened, he told me to forget,” she explained, wondering why she was being to open with a complete stranger. Maybe he cast a blabbing spell on her and she was doomed to spill all of her secrets. She should stop talking and yet despite her resolve to shut up, she continued, “It didn’t seem to work, which I think surprised him. Of course, at the time, I didn’t realize he was trying to mess with my memory. That didn’t happen until three o’clock this morning.”

  “What happened at three o’clock this morning?” he asked.

  She clamped her lips together but it wasn’t enough to stop the explanation from coming out. “He… he came to my bed, only he was in a sort of mist form so I don’t think he realized he had the wrong girl.”

  Omari popped the one eyebrow again and Melanie felt obliged to explain. “It was kind of sexual in nature, not me and my friend but the spell, and I was able to recognize his voice. And when I actually paid attention to his words he was telling me – er, my friend – to forget everything about him and his brothers.”

  “You said sexual?” he asked, impossibly even more intrigued.

  “Well, yes,” she nodded, moistening her lips with her tongue. She tried, she really did, to stop her ramblings but she just couldn’t. It didn’t matter that her cheeks were most likely glowing in mortification. “My friend stripped down to her bare skin and, um, well, yeah. It was sexual.”

  Thank God she was able to stop herself from telling him exactly what it was her friend did and with what she did it. Unfortunately, Omari seemed to understand without her having to say it out loud, which was just as embarrassing. Lowering her lashes, she asked, “So, can you help me?”

  “I have a charm that will shield you from a variety of… mischief, spells included,” he told her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a long, silver chain with a small, flat disc attached. He held it out and she could see that what appeared to be a simple piece of metal actually contained a small, pale green stone, surrounded by letters in a foreign language. It was exquisite.

  She lifted her eyes to his, and in a soft, reverent voice, asked, “What does it say?”

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sp; Leaning forward, he clasped it around her neck and she absently realized that the smell of freshly ground nutmeg and cinnamon was coming from him. She swallowed as he let his fingers move down the chain to the pendant as it lay between her breasts. Even through her clothes she could feel the energy pulsing from the piece of jewelry. Unless that was Omari.

  “Basically, it says, ‘Protect the wearer of this charm against all harm,’” he said, his voice soft and deeply seductive. Her gaze was trapped by his once more as he continued, “It’s simple yet powerful; and the chrysoprase stone enhances the spell.”

  “Chrysoprase?” she asked, surprised that any sound came out at all. She put her hand over his, feeling the power humming beneath her fingertips.

  “The stone,” he said, his hazel eyes starting to glow from within. He was so close, she could feel the breath of his words against her skin. “It offers physical protection and spiritual protection.”

  “How do I know I can trust you?” she breathed.

  “Because you feel it in your soul,” he whispered. Her breath caught in her throat at such a simple, straight-forward statement; it had been the truth! Leaning back, he chuckled, laughing at her and breaking the spell, “Or perhaps you are simply too trusting and I could not live with myself if something were to happen to you.”

  “But you don’t even know me.”

  “I know what I need to know,” he grinned, winking at her. “I know enough to show you my true form.”

  “So the old man is the illusion,” she nodded, pleased with that conclusion. “I was leaning in that direction.”

  He laughed again, though she wasn’t trying to be funny. Pulling an indigo blue card out of thin air, he handed it to her. His name was printed on it in gold ink, as well as the address of the store. He pointed at the address, “This will let you know where I am should you ever need me. You know, in case you require another spell. Or if you are looking for a new lover.”

  She stared at him in silence, not sure whether he was being serious or if he was teasing her. Once more, his laughter filled the room as he stood up. Reaching down, he grabbed her hand and easily pulled her to her feet. He leaned forward, until she felt his breath against the side of her neck, “I couldn’t touch you until his aura surrounding you fell away. And I don’t sense that happening any time soon.”

  He leaned back and smiled down at her, “Oh, well. I guess I’ll just have to wait a while longer until I have sex with a human.”

  She jerked her head back to look at him but she was standing outside on the street, staring at the closed sign on the window of his shop. Her jacket was zipped up, her hat pulled down over her ears and her scarf wrapped snuggly around her face. If she didn’t feel the warmth of the medallion between her breasts, she would have sworn it had all been a dream.

  In a daze, she walked back to her apartment building, wondering what else she had missed throughout the years. Were Vaughn and his brothers more than what they seemed? Given the events of the past twenty-four hours, she was going to have to assume they were. The question that remained, however, was what were they? And could she live with whatever Vaughn was?

  Could she live without him was equally as important and just as easily answered: no. Maybe he and his brothers were some sort of succubae. No, that was the female version, duh; they would be incubi. But she didn’t feel drained after she had sex with Vaughn; she felt… invigorated. So, he probably wasn’t an incubus. Unless everything she knew about incubi – which was admittedly very little – was wrong. Still, she doubted he was an incubus.

  Vampire? She chuckled at the thought; she doubted vampires even existed.

  Of course, until a few hours ago she was pretty sure magic wasn’t real. No, that wasn’t quite true; she believed magic existed, she just never thought she would ever experience it. Still, she doubted he was a vampire; after all, he didn’t suck her blood. Though he did make her scream.

  Smiling to herself, she decided that Vaughn and his brothers were most likely human because if they weren’t – if he wasn’t – she wasn’t at all sure how she was going to handle it. In her heart, she hoped she would be okay with whatever he was but in actuality… what if he was a shape-shifting troll or a goblin and he was trying to lure her in wearing a Vaughn mask?

  She chuckled softly at her absurd thoughts; Vaughn was simply… Vaughn. And if he was a troll or a goblin, she would just have to deal with it. Either way, she wanted to get to know him better, to see if there could be more to their relationship, if she could call it that, besides some pretty fantastic sex.

  Six

  Melanie entered her apartment, sighing as she threw the keys on the table. There were so many things to think about and the cold weather might have helped if it hadn’t been for the encounter with Omari and his shop of oddities. Her thoughts were even more jumbled then before but one thing was certain – she was tremendously thankful that she hadn’t lost her memory of Vaughn the night before. She just hoped the charm worked and any more attempts on erasing her memory were in vain.

  Of course, if it came to it, it probably wouldn’t bother her since she wouldn’t remember and how horrible would it be to forget Vaughn?

  After she was out of her winter clothes, she ran her fingers through her hair, hoping it wasn’t permanently flattened. She still had to find another way up to the roof and there was only an hour or so of daylight left. She had probably missed something when she first moved in a couple of days before, though she couldn’t imagine what. There had been no doors that led to the roof, except through the private quarters of Armand’s apartment. Which was strange; usually buildings had access to the roof, if for no other reason than maintenance.

  It didn’t matter how she managed to get up on the roof again, only that she discovered a way so she could see her magnificent gargoyle; a gargoyle that weirdly reminded her of Vaughn. Probably because they were both lions.

  If she couldn’t find the passage in the next day or two, she was going to have to get that ladder after all. She really hated that idea.

  Sitting down on the edge of the bed with legs twitching, too restless to sit still, too tired to pace, she weighed her possibilities. She could go through Armand’s apartment, at least one last time, and explain to her gargoyle why she was no longer able to visit him. But that would imply the gargoyle would understand her and that was just insane. He was a stone statue. He probably didn’t care one way or the other whether she saw him ever again.

  No, if she were being honest, she wanted to go up and see him for her own peace of mind. She wanted to say goodbye to her strange connection to the stone beast. If she weren’t such a chicken, she would buy that ladder and risk her life and limb to climb it. She didn’t think she would ever be able to, not even for her beautiful gargoyle.

  Damn; that left breaking and entering again, though it could hardly be considered breaking and entering when there were no locks on any of the doors leading from her apartment to the roof. Maybe she would be able to ask Omari if he had some sort of spell that would make Armand give her permission to traipse through his home just so she could gain access to the roof. She snorted, doubting there was anything powerful enough to get the black-haired man to change his mind. And if she attempted it, he would be furious and she knew that no magic charm could protect her then.

  She glanced at her watch, then looked out the window; the sun was going to be setting in less than an hour. It would not be wise to press her luck, especially if she planned on a little B and E. Taking the chance that the police would be called on her would be idiotic; she’d be evicted from her apartment and sent to jail and she wasn’t sure which would be the worse punishment.

  Throwing herself back onto the bed, she put her hand over the charm and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe she could wait until night fell and then knock on Armand’s door and introduce herself properly, assuming she could find the door. And maybe she could discover how often Vaughn visited so she could set up an accidental meeting. Or she could wait until sh
e knew whether her new protection charm actually worked before she threw herself before Armand.

  It was obvious Armand was just trying to protect him and his brothers; and that was entirely noble, which meant she couldn’t hold it against him for making her life so difficult. If only she had exchanged phone numbers with Vaughn, then she wouldn’t have to be staring up at her ceiling trying to figure out what her next move should be. Since

  Anyway, she still had to return Peter’s call and find out what he wanted. She just didn’t have the energy to call back or the desire to talk to him. Between the sex, the lack of sleep and Omari, Peter was very low on her list of priorities. She’d call him in a few days; it was possible he was having a momentary panic attack brought on by being single during the holidays. She always felt a little nostalgic during the holidays, too.

  Rolling onto her back, she closed her eyes, positively exhausted from her mind-shattering sex and subsequent sleepless night. She would only take a quick nap and then she would call Jenna, talk to her about last night’s events and check in on Ferris. Normally she would have called her sister first thing in the morning but she hadn’t been thinking clearly and she had to drive Vanessa home.

  When she thought about it, she hadn’t talked to anyone, other than Omari, about what happened in the bathroom with Vaughn. After she finally got herself back together and said goodbye to him, she hadn’t wanted to share it with anyone. Besides, Frankie and Vanessa had been pretty drunk and oblivious to Melanie’s absence while they had danced with reckless abandon. One of the guys dancing with Vanessa had had his hand under the material of her dress and he looked quite happy fondling her breasts; the other guy was working up the courage to do the same. Maybe Vanessa would be relieved at not remembering last night’s behavior.

  Of course, Melanie was the one who had unprotected sex with a beautiful stranger in the bathroom of a crowded bar so who was she to judge anything her friend did?