Guilty Pleasures   ::   Гамильтон Лорел

“Hmmm, you are telling the truth. Yet, I know that it is not true.” His voice rolled around me, warm and thick, powerful.

I shook my head. “Cheating, Malcolm, using your powers to probe my mind. Tsk, tsk.”

He shrugged, hands open at his sides. “I control my church, Miss Blake. They would not do what you have accused them of.”

“They raided a freak party last night with clubs. They hurt people.” I was guessing on that part.

He frowned. “There is a small faction of our followers who persist in violence. The freak party, as you call it, is an abomination and must be stopped, but through legal channels. I have told my followers this.”

“But do you punish them when they disobey you?” I asked.

“I am not a policeman, or a priest, to mete out punishment. “They are not children. They have their own minds.”

“I'll bet they do.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“It means, Malcolm, that you are a master vampire. None of them can stand against you. They'll do anything you want them to.”

“I do not use mind powers on my congregation.”

I shook my head. His power oozed over my arms like a cold wave. He wasn't even trying. It was just spillover. Did he realize what he was doing? Could it actually be an accident?

“You had a meeting two days before the first murder.”

He smiled, careful not to show fangs. “I have many meetings.”

“I know, you are reeal popular, but you'll remember this meeting. You hired a hit man to kill vampires.” I watched his face, but he was too good. There was a flicker in his eyes, unease maybe; then it was gone, replaced by that shining blue-eyed confidence.

“Miss Blake, why are you looking me in the eyes?”

I shrugged. “If you don't try to bespell me, it's safe.”

“I have tried to convince you of that on several occasions, but you always played it … safe. Now you are staring at me; why?” He strode towards me, quick, nearly a blur of motion. My gun was in my hand, no thinking needed. Instinct.

“My,” he said.

I just stared at him, quite willing to put a bullet through his chest if he came one step closer.

“You carry at least the first mark, Miss Blake. Some master vampire has touched you. Who?”

I let out my breath in one long sigh. I hadn't even realized I'd been holding it. “It's a long story.”

“I believe you.” He was suddenly standing near the door again, as if he had never moved. Damn, he was good.