“Master Loren only requested Master Vinson,” the driver insisted.
“Well that’s too bad. I’m not leaving my best friend to deal with Uncle Loren,” Jessie declared.
“Would it be all right if Jessie came?” Vin asked.
The driver flicked a quick smile at Vin, so fast he almost doubted he’d seen the expression. “If you’d like young sir, I’m sure it can be arranged. If you’d please pack an overnight case. Master Loren would appreciate your presence for the entire weekend.”
“I just bet he would,” Jessie muttered. “We’ll be with you in a moment.”
“I’ll wait in the car. It is parked right outside,” the driver said.
“Thanks,” Vin offered. Frankly the chauffeur creeped him a bit out.
They waited until the door closed behind Jeff.
Vin let out a breath. “Are you really going to come with me?”
“Are you kidding? I’m your best friend I wouldn’t leave you in my uncle’s clutches. I’m not that cruel. He needs to know someone is watching out for you or he’ll walk all over you.”
Loren didn’t strike Vin as the type to do that but what did he know except that he really wanted to be in the vampire’s bed again. He’d pretty much agree to anything if it would get him back in the guy’s bed. He didn’t share that tidbit with Jessie as they packed over night bags.
Loren’s gaze kept returning to the door. He tried to pretend interest in the meeting but really it wasn’t there.
“He’ll be here in ten minutes.” Mark commented. “I just got a call from Jeff. They’re on their way.”
“Jessie coming too?” His nephew had proven very protective of his young friend. Loren would have to sit his relative down and explain the new hands off policy when it came to his roommate. He didn’t know if the two men ever had any romantic interest in each other but if they did before it was over. No one touched Vin but him.
“He didn’t want his friend to get lonely,” Mark said.
“Uh huh. Find him a room as far from me as possible.”
Mark laughed. “Yes Master Loren. Are you sure about this?”
Loren lowered the collar of his shirt. A handprint showed in a silvery outline along his collarbone. “He marked me. I’m his.”
“I always thought it would be the other way around,” Mark said. “But you let some young wizard kid tag you like graffiti art.”
“He’s my mate,” Loren said never so certain of anything else in his life. “He can cover me with designs if he wants to.”
Mark snorted. “I didn’t think I’d ever see the day when you fell for someone.”
Loren narrowed his eyes at his guard. “Is there some reason you won’t give my mate the respect he deserves?”
Mark paled. “No sir.”
“I didn’t think so. Consider your future in the coven. If you can’t respect my mate I will have you transferred elsewhere.”
Mark bowed. “I will watch my words.”
“See that you do.” I couldn’t hide my disdain. There would be enough problems without dissenters in my coven. My new mate might not be what I expected but he crackled with power and I would need all my expertise to keep the balance between my wizard and the vampires. If they made me choose they wouldn’t like the results.”
The front door opened. A wave of electricity poured over me as he entered the building. His aura crossed the path ahead of him. His green eyes, bright with passion before, were now hooded with caution.
Still, he walked up to me as if he too felt the pull and couldn’t bear to be parted.
“Are you truly Jess’s uncle?” he asked.
“Yes, and your mate.”