Impaling my Heart: Vlads story (Annalese and the Immortals Book 2) Read Free Page B

her on a barstool and started preparing her an omelet.
    "Holy crap Vlad, you cook?" She was so shocked and he couldn't contain his amusement.
    "Well yes of course I can cook. I will be six hundred fifty-seven next week. I had to survive you know. Marcus has only been with me about twenty years." Vlad had diced ham, onions, red bell peppers and mushrooms. He put these in a pan to sauté as he whipped the eggs. "I am quite handy in the kitchen when the need arises."
    Annalese spoke to Lachlan through their bond, “Did you know Vlad cooks?” It only took seconds for him to respond,
    “Holy shite! This I have ta see.”
    It took all of two minutes for Lachlan to be in the archway of the kitchen laughing. "Where's me fucking camera when I need it, nobody will ever believe dis!" Vlad just flipped him off and continued his master chef skills, and he was grinning.
    Lese ate about half the food, Lachlan and Michael finished it off. Then she excused herself to their suite. She was tired, still queasy so she thought a bath and some peppermint tea might help.
    Michael had gone to play and his nanny was caring for him so Annalese could relax. Lachlan had gone into town to handle a few things, but he had asked Vlad to keep the link open in case it was needed. Vlad had no idea why it would be needed but he complied anyway. He decided the library was the best place to spend the rest of his night. With the fire lit he went for the scotch and "Fuck! Lachlan!" Vlad opened his mind, "Look here you Scottish bastard, we are out of booze! I will be expecting six cases when you arrive home!" He was trying to be a hard ass and failing miserably at it.
    "Aye T, if ye didna drink so much we'd nay be oot, fucking Romanian bastard!" They were both silently laughing, Vlad hadn't laughed in weeks and it felt damn good. "Therra six bottles of Bulliet bourbon behind the dragons, emergency... booze. So quit yer belly achin ye ancient shite!" That made Vlad laugh out loud; Lachlan always knew how to make him feel better.
    "Hey Lach," and he waited for only a second.
    "Aye T. What?" Vlad gave him the response he knew was coming.
    "Fuck off." He continued to laugh as he broke the connection. He found the bourbon behind the sculpture, just as Lachlan had said. Thank the gods, today had been emotionally trying. He had kept his walls down, but tried very hard to push his emotions aside. Vlad pulled the cork and swallowed straight from the bottle. A glass would not be necessary as he had no intentions of leaving any liquid in the bottle.
    He settled in the chair facing the fire and let his eyes close, Vlad was silently praying for good results at the council when he heard her. "Vlad, can I come in?" Why on earth would she be asking him that? This was her home too.
    "Oh my dear, you need not ask, come." He motioned for Annalese to take the chair next to him. She shook her head, "Your lap, please, just hold me Vlad." Oh for the love of everything sacred, she really was trying to kill him but he opened his arms anyway. She climbed onto his lap and laid her head on his chest.
    "Annalese, you are in sleeping clothes, are you alright my dear?" She nodded, not saying anything for several seconds.
    "Yes it was just after my bath and tea. I thought I have no plans to go out so why not. I think the stress of the last few weeks has caught up with me, that and I haven't been taking blood like I should."
    "Fuck, why not? It is me is it not? I have been the cause of your stress, and for that I am so sorry." He hadn't given it any thought, but he should have. Annalese was used to taking blood from both men. And since he had been unavailable, she wasn’t getting what she needed.
    "Yes, but not in the way you think. Lach thought if I only took from him it might weaken my bond with you. Honestly I wasn't sure but I was so afraid of not feeling you at all I haven't had blood in weeks." She didn’t understand, but Vlad would clear it up immediately.
    "Dear Annalese, our bond will