"I will not touch her unless she wants me to." The blonde vampire smiled bitterly. "I sense your mind, just as you sense mine, you see. I also know that you have two brothers, and they would wish to meet us. Sunday will give them plenty of time to travel out here. You must know that we mean you no harm."
Angus nodded. "I will contact them tonight. Until Sunday, then." He inclined his head in an old-fashioned greeting. The blonde vampire did the same, and then he was gone.
Angus stood for a few moments after he'd left, breathing carefully, and then the tension seemed to flow out of his body. He looked down at me and smiled. "Let's go home, love."
Angus
It was clever of him to meet us at the airport. He must have known that I would never have risked attacking him in front of all those people.
When he looked at Rebecca and I sensed his thoughts, his hunger; it was all I could do not to rip his throat out there and then. And then I felt his disappointment when he sensed Rebecca's lack of response to him, and I felt intense satisfaction. He sensed that too, and it infuriated him.
It was strange to meet someone with the same ability to delve into people's minds. I couldn't feel him touching mine, but I could sense his response. It was intriguing and unsettling at the same time. I wondered if I would ever become accustomed to it.
Marcus and Fergus would definitely want to meet them. The vampire had allowed images of his family to flash across his mind as we stood there. Five in total: mother, father, two brothers and a sister. And as far as I could tell, their intentions in seeking us out were peaceful. But I mistrusted this one. I didn't like the way his mind lingered on Rebecca.
We drove home in silence. I wondered what she was thinking, this young woman that sat so alluringly close to me, but I resisted the temptation to probe her mind. So I asked her instead.
"What are you thinking?"
She was quiet for a few seconds. "Can you really read minds, like that vampire said?"
"Yes. I can't hear thoughts like they were spoken out loud, but I can sometimes pick up images and emotions, and get the general sense of a person's character."
"Can you read mine?"
"Yes."
"So why did you ask me what I was thinking?"
I smiled. "Because that night that I rescued you, when I was waiting for Marcus and Fergus to arrive from Russia, I decided that I would no longer read your mind unless there was some life threatening emergency."