Free Broken Heart 02 Don't Talk Back to Your Vampire by Michele Bardsley

felt the power of Patrick's stare on me. I squirmed, feeling as though I'd been sighted by twin silver laser beams. "His name is Faustus?"
    "Yes," I said. "And I still think sticking him in the laboratory was… was… a tramontane act."
    "A what's-it ?" asked Jessica.
    "She thinks we were wrong to put him in the containment unit," clarified Lorcan.
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    something about vocal cord corruption or… what ?" She waved dismissively. "C'mon. It's our sweet little Evangeline, not Hitler. Sheesh."
    "You might as well let me in on it," I said. "I met Faustus last night, too. Only he had two others with him.
    Did you capture them, too?"
    Patrick studied me, looking like a math professor trying to figure out a troublesome equation. "When Lorcan contacted us, he failed to mention that you had been part of his reconnaissance."
    "I wasn't. I was—" Searching for a rogue wolf . I smiled weakly. Think before you speak, Eva.
    Words unspoken are easier to swallow . Sage advice from my mother—I wished I'd remembered it five seconds earlier. Lor apparently wanted to keep me out of whatever was happening. I looked at him, hoping to figure out his motives. As usual, his expression was stoic. "Uh… er… Lor didn't mention our meeting in the woods?"
    "Now it's a meeting," said Jess. She threw her hands up and joined Johnny on the couch. "I married a vampire. A rich, sexy vampire. Is my life easier? No. I'm ass-deep in lycans, my mother isn't speaking to me, my kids want a dog—hey, was that CSI ? Go back. No, the other way. Damn it, Johnny, give me the remote."
    He handed over the TV remote control.
    Patrick touched my shoulder. "You're from the Family Romanov. You have the ability to glamour.
    Obviously your psychic powers are different now that you're a vampire. Rare is the Turn-blood who has your kind of abilities."
    "You mean not everyone is a pet psychic?" I asked.
    Jessica snickered.
    "There is only one other vampire I know who has similar abilities," said Patrick.
    "What's his name? Maybe we can compare notes."
    "Koschei Romanov," said Lorcan. "The founder of your Family Romanov."
    While I digested that bit of information, Lorcan turned to his brother. "I know what you're thinking. And I do not agree."
    "She has a unique talent," Patrick countered. "And she may be able to help us. In fact, she is probably the only one who can."
    "It's not fair to ask her."
    "Oh, you are speaking for her? Are you claiming her as your sonuachar ?"
    Lorcan's mouth dropped open. Then he clenched his fists, his eyes molten silver with fury. " Go hifreann leal ."
    Patrick grinned. "If that's the case, deartháir , then you cannot speak for her."

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    "I have an idea," said Jessica as she popped up from the couch. "Why don't you stop talking about Eva like she's not here and ask her if she wants to help?" She rounded the couch and stood next to me. "Hey, feel free to tell 'em to go to hell. They have this really outdated idea of chivalry. It's cute sometimes, but mostly it's annoying."
    Patrick's gaze stayed on his brother. " Ná glac pioc comhairle gan comhairle ban ."
    "Hmph! Is mink a bhris béal duine a shrón ." Lorcan relaxed, his fists uncurling, but his eyes were still ablaze.
    "What did they say?" I asked Jessica.
    "I don't speak Gaelic, but I do speak Patrick. It's a good bet that he said something placating yet sarcastic. He's good at that. Mr. Patience sounded pissed—so I'm going with 'Fuck off.' " Jessica grinned at her husband and her brother-in-law. Then she looked at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She pointed toward the double doors that led to the living area. They were open, so we could see the large foyer, the massive staircase, and the single door—which looked like it opened into