Lucas

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Lucas glanced at her. “Looks can be deceiving, Kathryn.” He pushed on into the house with Kathryn on his heels. She was curious now. How much of what she’d seen was just for show?
Lucas whispered a few words, and Kathryn felt the brush of something along her skin, like static electricity. All at once the room lit with warm light. Candles flamed up on the mantle, but most of the light came from several shaded lamps throughout the room, which was definitely not what she’d expected.
And then it hit her. She’d just witnessed . . . magic? Impossible, but what other word was there to describe it? Lucas had whispered, and suddenly there was light. If it had been only the lamps, she would have assumed some vampire version of clap-on/clap-off, but candles? She strode over to the fireplace and took a good look at the fat columns of lightly scented wax. The flames appeared real, but . . . she licked her fingers and pinched the wick on one of them as a test. It sizzled out between her fingers, and Lucas laughed behind her.
“The candles are quite real, as is the flame. I abhor those fake, electric ones. There’s no romance.”
Kathryn spun to face him with a narrow look. “Who said anything about romance? We’re here to talk.”
Lucas tossed his jacket aside and shook his head in mock dismay. “Such a practical woman you are, Kathryn Hunter. It pains my heart. There is romance everywhere. Or there should be. The world would be a better place for it.”
“Uh huh,” she said skeptically and studied the old house with new eyes. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to give the appearance of disrepair on the outside. But in here, there was no pretense. Whoever had decorated the main house at the ranch had worked on this one, too. The living room was small—there was no faking that—but it was filled with comfortable-looking furniture. A huge overstuffed couch of reddish brown leather, with two chairs that matched it in both size and color, occupied the space in front of the fireplace—which flared suddenly to life.
Kathryn gave Lucas a sharp look, and he grinned back at her, doing an elegant little gesture with his hand like some sort of stage magician. The only thing missing was a triumphant “ta-da!” And wouldn’t she like to know exactly how he did that? Nothing she’d read indicated that vampires had real magic, beyond their extended lifespans, that is.
She turned her back on his far-too-pleased-with-himself expression and continued her perusal of the room. A rectangle of dark wood, pitted and scarred beneath a thick resin finish, sat atop a chunk of natural rock and served as a coffee table. Most of the floor was hardwood, but a large area rug of a deep, rich red sat beneath the table. Looking all the way to the right, Kathryn saw a kitchenette that was little more than a sink and a microwave with a small set of cabinets and a bar refrigerator underneath. A small kitchen table of pale pine stood next to the window with four chairs, one on each side. Vampires didn’t require much in the way of kitchens, she supposed. The table was probably more for extra seating than potential dinner guests.
She glanced up and found Lucas watching her size up the place. “This is very nice,” she commented, running an appreciative hand over the soft leather back of the couch.
“Not what you expected, though,” he teased.
She smiled in spite of herself. “No,” she admitted. “But you’re a sneaky guy.”
Lucas clutched his chest. “And once again, you wound me.”
Kathryn rolled her eyes and walked to the other side of the room. There were two open doors; one led to the bedroom. She did no more than glance at that one before quickly moving on to the other, which was a guest bathroom, with only a sink and toilet. She wondered if there was a master bath off the bedroom, but had no intention of finding out. This was clearly Lucas’s hideaway place, which meant that was his bedroom. Not going in there. No way. Nuh uh.
“Would you like a drink?” Lucas asked, strolling over to the bar like a big, lazy cat. Did the man never simply walk?
“Water, if you have it,” she replied politely. “I have to drive back to the motel later.”
Lucas gave her an unreadable look, but pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to her after twisting the cap off with an audible crack of the plastic seal. She thought it likely that he did that on purpose, to demonstrate that there was nothing in there but water.
For himself, he took a crystal tumbler from the cabinet and poured an amber-colored liquor from the matching decanter on the counter. The smooth scent of fine whiskey filled Kathryn’s nose. She wasn’t a whiskey drinker, but her father had been, and the scent brought back memories of her childhood. She couldn’t say they’d been better times, but maybe they’d been less complicated.
Lucas took his whiskey neat. He indicated the furniture in front of the fireplace, and Kathryn moved around the big couch. She was tempted to sit on one of the chairs instead, but that would have been too cowardly. So she sat on the couch, far enough from the middle that it didn’t invite any intimacy. Something poked her side as she settled into the cushions, reminding her she was still wearing her Glock. She unclipped the holster from her belt and laid it on the coffee table.
One side of Lucas’s mouth lifted in a smile as he circled the table, then fell gracefully onto the couch and put his back in the corner opposite hers, one knee cocked up on the cushions.
Kathryn took a small sip of the cold water. “So how do you do it? How do you light candles and fireplaces and turn on lights without touching anything?” She flipped her hand in the general direction of the fireplace.
He shrugged dismissively. “I am Vampire. Has no one told you what that means? I would have thought the FBI would know that much at least.”
“Maybe they do, but I don’t. You said you’d answer my questions if I came with you. So, enlighten me.”
Lucas regarded her with a thoughtful expression, then asked, “What do you know about vampires? Or rather, think you do.”
Kathryn blinked, somewhat surprised that he’d given in so easily. She didn’t trust “easy,” especially not when it came to Lucas Donlon. But she wanted answers, so she’d play along for now.
“Not much more than what’s commonly known,” she admitted. “And I assume a good percentage of that is fantasy.”
“Most of it, I’d wager,” he agreed, and took a slow sip from his glass. He eyed her for a long moment. “Do you believe in magic?”
“No,” she said instantly. “But I believe something can look like magic, if one doesn’t understand how it’s done.”
“Or if one cannot do it, while another can,” Lucas agreed.
“Exactly. So how do you do it?”
“I cannot explain it,” he said matter-of-factly. “It would be like Einstein trying to explain how he was able to see the universe the way he did, or a football quarterback trying to explain how he’s able to hit the precise spot his receiver will be seconds before the man gets there.”
“Einstein?” she repeated archly.
Lucas laughed easily. “I knew you wouldn’t like that one. That’s why I threw in the quarterback. No pun intended.”
Kathryn groaned, but she couldn’t help smiling at the same time. He was so damn charming, even when he was being arrogant. Quarterback indeed. She was pretty sure he thought he was Einstein, not some football hero.
“Okay, Einstein,” she drawled. “But please try to explain to this mere mortal what you feel when you do it. Do you just think it, and it’s true? Can every vampire do that?”
“No, to both questions. Every vampire is changed in some way by the transformation from human to vampire. But very few have the extraordinary levels of power necessary to become a vampire lord.”
“And you, of course, are one of the few.”
“It is not vanity, Kathryn, but fact. And did you not just tell me that one cannot argue with the facts? I will admit, however, that I cannot take any credit for my abilities. It is a twist of fate, and no one, not even the most powerful among us can predict who will be a vampire lord and who will not. On the other hand,” he continued deliberately, “I can and do take credit for what I have done with those abilities. Even Einstein had to discipline his genius.”
Kathryn couldn’t argue with that. “But what about the fire and the lights? Is that unique to you?”
“I would like to claim it, but, no. If a vampire is powerful enough, he—or she, though most vampires are male for reasons I’ll not get into at this moment—can manipulate energy. That is probably not a scientifically accurate description, but that’s what it feels like when I do it. Even for vampires, however, the laws of physics still hold. I cannot create energy. I can only effect change on what is already there. I simply do with raw energy what you would do with a match. The effect is still the same. I’m just skipping a step or two.”
She regarded him silently, careful to keep her thoughts from her face. She’d bet she wasn’t the first person to underestimate Lucas Donlon. To assume he was nothing more than a handsome charmer with no meaningful thoughts in his head. The laws of physics! Not her best subject. Not her subject at all, come to think of it. She’d avoided the science and math listings in her college catalog with a diligence that bordered on some sort of phobia.
“As I said earlier, Kathryn,” Lucas commented quietly, “things are not always what they seem.”
“You’re right,” she conceded.
“Of course, I am,” he replied predictably. “But enough about the secrets of Vampire. Tell me, why do you think Alex Carmichael is involved in the disappearance of your brother?”
“I’m not sure I do. Right now, he’s only someone I want to talk to.”
“How much did Kurt tell you when you talked to him at the club tonight?”
Her first thought was to wonder how Lucas knew she’d talked to Kurt at all, but then she frowned as she considered the phrasing of Lucas’s question. He clearly already knew at least some of what Kurt had told her, and in the next moment, she realized that Kurt had only spoken to her at all because Lucas had okayed it.