Merde! Lascaux paced in the shadows of the barn. His body ached for rest but his torment wouldn’t let him. He wasn’t sure what tormented him more, his desire for Darelle or the fact that such desire was making a once invulnerable vampire into a lovesick creature he didn’t recognize.
He stopped just in front of a faint sunbeam passing through a c***k in the slats of the barn wall. Dust motes danced on the dusky light. A mere pretty phenomenon to the eye of a mortal man—for him, a fatal weapon more potent than a stake.
But there was something worse, something deeper that ate away at him. In the mere few hours since he had brought the girl across, he, himself, had changed. He’d most definitely changed. After knowing his own ways for centuries, the slightest alteration ripped through his bei
