All I Want For Christmas Is A Vampire Read Free

Ian’s boss. He was also the one who’d saved Ian from certain death by transforming him in 1542. But Angus had struggled with guilt for trapping him with the body and face of a fifteen-year-old. Nay, he could never let Angus know how unhappy he’d been. But Vanda had understood and kept his secrets.
    The scissors snipped. “When did you get back in town?” she asked.
    “Tonight.”
    “You teleported here from Texas?”
    “Nay. I was in Scotland.”
    “Oh.” She continued cutting. “The last I’d heard you were in Texas, guarding Jean-Luc.”
    “I was. Last summer.”
    The snipping sound ceased for a moment. “I heard Phil was there, too.”
    “Aye.” Was Vanda interested in Phil? He’d been the daytime guard at Roman’s townhouse when the harem lived there. As far as Ian knew, Phil had kept his distance from the ladies. It was one of Angus’s cardinal rules. A guard never ever became involved with his charges.
    Vanda went back to cutting. “So how is Phil?”
    “Fine.” Ian wondered if she knew about Phil’s secret.
    “Is he coming back to New York?”
    “Eventually. He’s training someone to be Jean-Luc’s new daytime guard.” Meanwhile, Connor had hired a new mortal guard, Tony, to live at the townhouse while they waited for Phil to return. Ian hadn’t met him yet, but he wondered if Tony was a shape shifter, too.
    “What were you doing in Scotland?” Vanda asked.
    “Nothing much. After all the growing I did, Angus insisted I take a few months off to…recover.”
    “Then it was painful.” She leaned over his shoulder to look at him. “Are you all right now?”
    “Aye.” That wasn’t quite true. Growing five inches in less than a fortnight had taken some adjustment. He’d had to drink huge amounts of synthetic blood to fill out his bigger body. While in the Highlands, he’d had some major repairs done on his small castle. He’d helped with the construction work at night, and the result had added some muscle to his bigger frame. But still, he tripped over his huge feet and cut his new face when shaving, especially around that damned crater in his chin. “I’m fine.”
    With a dubious snort, she resumed cutting. “How was Scotland?”
    “Fine.” He was always elated when he first arrived in the Highlands, for it was home and it filled his soul with peace. But after a few nights, he would always realize that every mortal he knew from his past was dead. And then the loneliness would set in.
    Vanda sighed. “I get the feeling there’s a lot you’re not saying. I thought you wanted to talk.”
    “I am talking.”
    “I don’t have all night like I used to. I have a business to run.”
    He paused, listening to the clicking sound of her scissors. How could he just come out and say that he wanted to find true love and be blissfully happy in a marriage that would span the centuries, and yet he wasn’t sure how to go about it? “How is yer business?”
    “Fine.” She tossed her scissors on the desk and brushed out his hair with more force than necessary. “Are you going to talk, or do I need to take my whip to you?”
    He grinned. Vanda liked to act tough, but she was all bluster and no bite. “All right. I’ll talk. With my new, older face, I’ve been thinking…”
    “Amazing. Did your brain grow, too?”
    “Verra funny. I came here tonight because I’m looking for…” He couldn’t say the words a woman. Vanda would probably laugh at him. “I have a crater in my chin.”
    She laughed at him. “It’s a dimple.” She tilted her head, studying him. “Are you worried about your looks?”
    “No, of course not.” He shifted in his chair.
    She perched on the edge of her desk. “No one has told you how you look?”
    “Men doona speak of such trivial matters. Jean-Luc’s new wife said I looked…good.”
    Vanda snorted.
    Bugger. He knew Heather had been lying.
    Vanda shook her head. “Good is a huge understatement. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
    A seed of hope