Meeting Destiny; Lachlan’s Story (Annalese and the Immortals) Read Online Free Page A

close, if she’d been in pants, she probably would be straddling his lap. Neither had any idea how long they’d been kissing, but when they broke for air both sets of lips were swollen and each was gasping for much needed oxygen.
    Lachlan looked in Lese’s eyes with so much longing, she couldn’t form words. So he did.
    “Annalese, you really are supposed to be mine. A verra smart lady recently told me destiny doesn’t make mistakes, but it’s up to me to make it right. And I verra much want to make it right, do right by you. I won’t push ye, but please try to love me. Please.”
    He choked out the last “please” like he would begin sobbing at any moment.
    “That very smart lady sounds an awful lot like Sophie.”
    “Aye. Sophie is a good friend.”
    “You know, I think I’d really like to continue this, but what now? I mean I can’t go home, right? So what are we going to do about your very pissed off vampire?”
    “Aye, yes. Percy. I think I have a plan. Do ye have a passport?”
    “Lachlan?”
    “Call your boss and tell him family emergency. And we’ll go to your apartment, you can pack some things. Ever been to Romania?”

Bucharest
    T he next morning, they were all in Vlad’s jet heading to Romania.
    The girls talked, and the two vampires plotted. It was more like Sophie talked and Lese attentively listened. Sophie gave her the rundown on vampires—fact and fiction. Lese was surprised at just how much was fiction. Even the whole stake thing was a myth. The only two ways, she found out, to truly kill a vampire was beheading and blood loss starvation. If a Vamp was bleeding heavily, the body would start to starve—loss of nutrients. They’d eventually succumb, but it took time and was excruciatingly painful.
    Sophie and Lese slept the rest of the flight. The men continued to plot.
    “T, we gotta get this fucker this time. He crossed the line. She’s my mate, for Christ’s sake.”
    “Yeah, I got the memo,” T. said in classic Vlad style. “Security at the castle is Code Red. Teams are set up. You sure he’ll follow us?”
    “Aye, I left a note. He’ll follow.” He’d taken red paint from Lese’s studio room and painted a message for Percy on her living room wall.
    Oh how the mighty have fallen. Let’s take this home, shall we? See you soon, dead man.
    He was fairly certain Percy would get the picture.

Castle Dracula
    V lad wasn’t kidding when he said castle. Lese was in awe of the home of her new-found friend.
    They parted in the great hall, and Lachlan led Annalese to the suite that was his whenever he visited his friend. Cream-colored walls with dark walnut furniture, including a very impressive king-sized bed. Lachlan lit the fire and looked at his angel, who was studying her surroundings.
    “Lese, I know I said I wouldna push and I won’t. But I canna let ye out of my sight, so you sleep under and I stay on top of the blankets. I have to know yer safe lass.”
    “It’s fine, Lachlan. I didn’t expect you to leave. But after what, like fourteen hours, I need a bath. And don’t you need blood or something?”
    “Is that an offer, lass?” he chuckled, and left the room. He thought about seeking out Vlad, but thought better of it. He and Sophie had gone to their chambers and he knew exactly what Vlad had in mind. Same thing Lachlan had, but he knew this wasn’t the time. The erection he’d been sporting didn’t agree though. He’d stick the damn thing in the snow if need be to keep his promise not to push her
    Vlad had a very impressive kitchen, and he always kept top-notch scotch for Lach when he was there. And Lachlan knew he’d better have his fill before returning to his angel. She was too much temptation. And if he took her, it would be blood, body, and soul.

Percy
    P ercy was pacing, wearing holes in his antique Persian rug. “What’s taking so long?” He’d sent a second recon group out after Vincent didn’t return. Damn, he had no idea Lachlan would catch