Free Bittersweet Magic by Nina Croft Page A

took her disc into the living room and closed the door behind her. She was eager to see if the bug was working and whether Piers was actually saying anything that might be of use finding Jessica.
    The front door slammed. Good.
    A big mirror hung on the wall. Roz tugged off the cumbersome headdress and twisted around so she could examine the side of her neck. Two neat fang marks marred the pale skin. But the wounds were closed and healing fast. A little shiver of pleasure ran through her as she remembered the feel of his big body wrapped around hers, his fangs lodged deep in her throat.
    She shook her head to dispel the memory. A change of clothes was needed badly, but first, she wanted to get the disk set up. She powered on the laptop and was just slipping the disk into the drive when Maria appeared in the doorway to her bedroom. She was a mess, and Roz had to bite back a smile. Maria was wearing a pair of her sweats—way too big—and an equally too large T-shirt. Her short hair stood on end, as if she’d slept on it wet—which she probably had. She looked nothing like a nun. More like a homeless waif, the impression exacerbated by the lost expression on the woman’s face.
    She shifted from one foot to the other. “Have you contacted the mother house?”
    “Not yet. I can do it now though—sort out a car to take you this afternoon.”
    Maria bit her lip. “Would you wait?”
    “Wait for what?”
    “I’m not ready to go to the mother house. I won’t feel safe—I know I won’t.” She glanced at her bare feet and back to Roz. “I feel safe here, with you.”
    Roz wondered how much she could tell the sister. The truth was she was probably safer here than most places, though Roz doubted Jack would follow her to the mother house. He had gone to the convent for a specific purpose—to get the Key. The Key Roz wanted.
    Should she let Sister Maria stay? Usually she was happy on her own, but she found she quite liked the idea of company. For a while, at least. Soon she would leave this life forever—there would be time enough then to be alone.
    “Okay, you can stay. For a while. But I’m going to call you Maria—none of this sister crap.”
    Maria’s relief was almost palpable, and a smile flashed across her face, making her almost pretty.
    “Thank you.”
    Two “thank yous” in one day. That had to be a record. “Do you know how to make coffee?” she asked.
    “I think I can remember.”
    “Well, make yourself useful. There’s something I have to do—then we’ll have a chat.”
    She loaded the disk and waited while the program installed. After setting it to type rather than audio, she watched as the dialogue printed out on the screen.
    At first, it came up as man 1, man 2, but after a couple of lines, the program filled in the names. Man 1 was Piers Lamont, Man 2 was Graham, the receptionist. She checked the time—it was half an hour ago, just after she’d left.
    P IERS L AMONT: G ET C HRISTIAN ON THE PHONE FOR ME.
    G RAHAM: H E’LL BE SLEEPING.
    P IERS: H EY, I WAS SLEEPING AND I ’M AWAKE. G ET HIM.
    P IERS: I JUST HAD A VISIT FROM A NUN.
    C HRISTIAN: W HAT DID SHE WANT?
    P IERS: T O GIVE ME SOME INFORMATION.
    C HRISTIAN: A ND ARE YOU GOING TO SHARE?
    P IERS: T HE INFORMATION OR THE NUN? I ’M NOT SURE T ARA WOULD BE HAPPY ABOUT THAT.
    C HRISTIAN: H AH-HAH. T HE INFORMATION.
    P IERS: S HE GAVE ME A NAME, BUT ONE I ’D ALREADY GUESSED. A ND THE POLICE ARE INVOLVED. T HERE’S A GIRL MISSING AND THE POLICE HAVE A PICTURE OF THE SUSPECT. O UR LITTLE NUN RECOGNIZED THE MAN WHO ATTACKED THE CONVENT. A ND IT SEEMS IT’S NOT THE FIRST MISSING GIRL. T HE POLICE HAVE TIED IT TO ANOTHER MURDER CASE WHERE THE VICTIM DIED BY EXSANGUINATION.
    C HRISTIAN: T HIS GUY’S A VAMP?
    P IERS: D IDN’T I MENTION THAT BIT?
    C HRISTIAN: S O WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?
    P IERS: I ’LL ARRANGE A MEETING. T HAT’S WHAT HE’S AFTER. T HAT’S WHAT THIS WHOLE THING IS ABOUT.
    C HRISTIAN: Y OU WANT ME IN?
    P IERS: