Lynsay Sands - [Argeneau Family 15] Page 13

  “Then he didn’t hurt you?” Nina asked.

  “No. I don’t think so,” Nicole repeated and then stopped on the stairs. “He was trying to bite me … and he had fangs. At least I think he did. I’m sure I saw fangs,” she muttered vaguely as Nina urged her to move again. It was the oddest thing, her upset and even her recollections were becoming a bit fuzzy.

  “Everything is going to be fine,” Nina said quietly. “Marguerite is on the way and she’s bringing Danielle with her. Do you know Danielle?”

  “Danielle?” Nicole frowned. The name sounded vaguely familiar. She was sure she’d heard it mentioned before, but couldn’t recall in what context.

  “She’s married to Marguerite’s nephew Decker. I think she goes by Dani, and she’s a doctor. Marguerite’s bringing the two of them, her husband and some others. They’ll be here in forty-five minutes or so. Everything is going to be fine.”

  Nicole nodded and allowed herself to be led to the kitchen, her worry fading. Once in the room, she automatically put water on to boil, and then turned to the coffeepot.

  “Can you tell me what happened before Jake started to get sick?” Nina asked as Nicole took the old filter out of the coffeepot and replaced it with a new one.

  Nicole frowned at the question as she began to scoop coffee into the pot, but answered, “He seemed quiet and a bit pale at dinner, and then he complained of a headache,” she said slowly. “I suggested he take a dip in the hot tub to get rid of the headache, and he did, but then he started to vomit up blood.”

  “And how are you feeling?” Nina asked.

  “Me?” she asked with surprise. “I’m fine.”

  Nina nodded. “Did he eat something different than you?”

  Nicole shook her head. “No. We had the same thing for dinner, although he didn’t eat all of his. It’s probably in the fridge.”

  Nina immediately moved to the refrigerator. A moment later she had Jake’s half-eaten plate in hand. Removing the cellophane covering it, she lifted it close to her face and inhaled slowly. Nicole had no idea what she was sniffing for, but apparently she didn’t find it. Nina was frowning as she returned the cover to the plate and set it on the counter.

  Her gaze slid to Nicole then, and seeing that she’d stopped working on the coffee, the other woman joined her at the pot and took the coffee carafe. Carrying it to the sink, she turned on the tap and began to fill the carafe as she asked, “So he didn’t eat anything different than you before dinner?”

  Nicole shook her head and turned back to the coffee pot to continue scooping coffee grounds into the filter. “I don’t think so. We had omelets with Marguerite for breakfast.”

  “Did he drink anything different at dinner?”

  “No. We all had water and then Joey and I had wine but he didn’t,” Nicole recollected, dropping the scoop into the coffee can and closing it.

  “So you and your brother had something he didn’t, but Jake didn’t have anything you didn’t,” Nina murmured as she turned off the water.

  “How did you know Joey was my brother?” Nicole asked, eyebrows drawing together.

  “You mentioned it,” Nina answered calmly as she carried the carafe of water back to her.

  “No, I don’t think I did,” Nicole countered with a frown.

  “Yes, you did,” Nina assured her and Nicole nodded. Yes, she had.

  “I’m going to just go down and check on the boys while you pour the water in, set the carafe on the base, and turn on the coffeepot. I’d like you to sit at the table and wait for me after that. All right?”

  Nicole nodded. She would pour the water in the machine, set the carafe on the base, and sit at the table and wait.

  “Nicki?”

  Nicole glanced around with surprise at the sound of her name. She felt like she was waking from a dream, but she knew she hadn’t been sleeping. She’d simply been sitting at the table waiting … for a very long time. She wasn’t sure what she’d been waiting for though.

  “Marguerite,” Nicole said uncertainly as she spotted the woman crossing the kitchen toward her, and then she frowned. “How did you get here so fast?”

  “It wasn’t that fast, dear,” Marguerite said grimly, moving toward her. “It’s been two and a half hours since you called, but it took some time to arrange for one of the company planes to bring us here.”

  “Us?” Nicole peered past Marguerite to the people following her. A woman and four men, none of them the people who had dragged Jake off of her.

  “You remember my husband, Julius,” Marguerite said, pausing beside her seat and turning back to gesture toward the tall, swarthy man she’d married.

  Nicole nodded and smiled uncertainly at the man with short raven-black hair.

  “And these are my nephews from his side of the family, Tomasso and Dante,” she introduced, waving to two men who were carbon copies of each other. The pair were pretty imposing. It may have been because she was sitting, but Nicole didn’t think so. Really, they were two of the biggest men she’d ever seen. Both were tall and muscular, with long black hair, and both of them were dressed in black leather from head to toe. Nicole stared at them wide-eyed, but then forced a smile and nod of greeting.

  “And our nephew from my side, Decker, and his wife, Dani.”

  Nicole drew her gaze from the two mountains to the smaller, but still large, man named Decker, and the pretty woman who stood with him. She offered them both a smile of greeting and then her mother’s training made her stand and move toward the coffeepot. “You’re probably all thirsty after your flight. I’ll make fresh coffee.”

  “I’ll do that, dear,” Marguerite murmured, reaching past her for the coffee carafe before she could pick it up. “Why don’t you sit down? Dani has some questions for you.”

  “Er … Marguerite,” Dani murmured as Marguerite carried the coffeepot to the sink. “I actually could do with a coffee, and no offense, but I’ve tasted yours,” she added apologetically. “Why don’t I make the coffee?”

  Far from being offended, Marguerite chuckled at the words and handed over the carafe. “Thank you, dear. I know I make lousy coffee and I could do with one myself.”

  “You’ll both be wired for hours,” Julius warned.

  “Bouncing off the walls,” Decker agreed, and then said, “Make a full pot, honey. I think I’ll have one too.”

  “And me,” the twins said in stereo.

  “Can I get you something else?” Nicole asked Julius when he just shook his head with amusement and settled at the table. “Tea, perhaps? Or soda?”

  He considered the offer and then asked, “You do not happen to have mint tea, do you?”

  “I do,” Nicole said and moved to turn on the teakettle. She collected cream from the refrigerator, pausing to consider the contents. Somewhere under her calm demeanor, she knew there was a part of her that was almost frantic with worry, but Nicole couldn’t seem to connect to it. Instead, she felt calm but kind of empty and at a loss. In that state, old training kicked in and she asked, “Is anyone hungry?”

  Several minutes later the coffee was ready, tea had been made and the table was laden with everything from coffee cake to sandwich fixings. As everyone settled at the table and began to doctor their drinks or serve themselves food, Marguerite said, “Nicole … Nina assured me Jake didn’t bite you. Is that true?”

  “Yes,” Nicole answered at once, startled by the question.

  “Yes, he bit you?” Marguerite asked with concern.

  “No, I mean yes, it’s true that he didn’t bite me,” she explained.

  “Good, good,” Marguerite smiled and patted her hand before commenting, “Nina said you were wrestling with Jake when they arrived.”

  Nicole nodded. “I know you said not to get near him, but I wasn’t sure he was breathing, and I just wanted to check—”

  “Of course, I understand,” Marguerite interrupted, patting her hand again before she was distracted by Julius setting a slice of coffee cake before her.
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br />   “How is he?” Nicole asked as concern suddenly rushed upward inside of her on an unexpected wave. It was as if a curtain had been tugged aside, allowing her to connect with her emotions again. “He’s really sick, Marguerite. He really needs to go to the hospital.”

  Marguerite immediately turned her attention back to her and the worry inside of Nicole quickly receded.

  “Yes, he is sick,” Marguerite agreed, her tone, or perhaps her words having an immediate soothing effect on Nicole. “But it is not as bad as it may seem. He will recover. We simply have to sort out what the problem is … and a hospital can’t help with that.”

  “Are you sure?” Nicole asked with a frown.

  “Quite sure,” Marguerite said firmly. “We will help him. In fact, Nina and the boys have already made a good start. They moved him to his room after Nina brought you up here and have been giving him blood. Apparently, he’s still vomiting it up as fast as they can give it to him, though, so we need to figure out what’s causing it.”

  “Of course,” Nicole agreed and then frowned as she recalled the fangs that had slid down from his upper jaw. Troubled, she leaned forward to whisper for only Marguerite to hear, “He had fangs.”

  “I know, dear. It’s fine,” Marguerite assured her and Nicole immediately relaxed. It was fine.

  “Tell me what happened,” Marguerite suggested quietly. “Nina said he complained of a headache?”

  “Yes.”

  “We don’t get headaches,” Dani said with certainty, a forkful of coffee cake coming to a halt halfway to her lips.

  Nicole glanced to the doctor with confusion. Everyone got headaches, some more than others, but everyone could get them.

  “Actually, Dani, yes we can,” Marguerite countered quietly and the doctor looked almost shocked at the admission, and then understanding crossed her face.

  “When we’re dehydrated and need blo—”

  “Yes, then,” Marguerite agreed, cutting Dani off with a glance toward Nicole. “But there are more reasons for headaches than just physical ailments or such.”

  “It is rare, but can happen,” Julius agreed. “Emotional stress, frustration, annoying sounds, certain strong smells … all of this can cause them.”

  Marguerite smiled at her husband and then paused to take a bite of cake. It was Dani who then asked Nicole, “So, it started with a headache?”

  Nicole nodded.

  “And then he got in the hot tub and started vomiting blood?” she asked. When Nicole nodded again, she considered this news with a frown and then heaved a sigh and said unhappily, “Marguerite, I know you’re counting on me to help Jake, but I’m not sure I can. This isn’t like treating a mortal and—” Pausing, she shifted and then said with frustration, “And I thought immortals couldn’t get sick. Have you ever seen anything like this?”

  Marguerite frowned and shook her head. “No. I’ve never heard of an immortal vomiting up blood.”

  “I have,” Julius said quietly, and when everyone turned to him curiously, he explained, “During the Renaissance one of my sisters received a dress as a gift from a mortal whom she thought was a friend. It was coated inside with a type of poison that can be absorbed through the skin. Had she been mortal, my sister would have died. Instead, she began vomiting up blood.”

  “That makes sense,” Dani said slowly. “The nanos must try to surround or somehow bond with the poison and then purge it from the system. Blood is their vehicle, so the more poison absorbed, the more blood is purged.”

  “And nanos with it,” Decker said.

  Nicole found the whole conversation confusing. Nanos? A poison dress? The Renaissance? That word stuck in her foggy mind and she turned to Marguerite and asked in a whisper, “Did Julius say during the Renaissance?”

  Marguerite smiled reassuringly and patted her hand. “Yes, dear. I’ll explain in a bit, I promise. But for now, everything is fine.”

  “Right. Everything is fine,” Nicole murmured, relaxing.

  “Did your sister suffer a headache first too?” Dani asked.

  “No.” Julius shook his head. “But I believe I’m developing one.”

  “So am I,” Tomasso announced.

  “And me,” Dante acknowledged.

  “Me too,” Dani said, and glanced to her husband, who nodded solemnly.

  “Just the beginnings of one,” Marguerite said when the group then turned her way in question.

  Realizing their attention had turned to her, Nicole shook her head quickly. She was finding a lot of this confusing, but every time she started to feel panic growing in her at something that was said, Marguerite would murmur, “Everything’s fine,” and her panic would recede. That being the case, the best thing to do seemed to be to simply sit and wait for the explanations Marguerite promised her. She was sure everything would be fine until then.

  “And there’s a buzzing in my ear,” Julius said suddenly. “Very faint, but there, like an annoying insect, constantly buzz buzz buzzing.”

  Nicole peered at the man curiously. He sounded extremely annoyed about the buzzing.

  “I don’t hear anything,” the twins said together.

  “I do … now that you mention it,” Decker announced, head tilted and frowning. “I didn’t notice it until now, but it is rather annoying, isn’t it?”

  Marguerite stood and moved around the kitchen slowly, her head tilted as if listening for something. “Yes. I hear it now. It—”

  Nicole watched curiously when the woman paused suddenly and moved toward the wall socket beside the water cooler. Her eyebrows rose though when Marguerite bent and unplugged the little white unit Nicole had plugged in there earlier that night.

  “It’s gone,” Julius announced.

  Decker nodded. “That was it.”

  “That can’t be it,” Nicole protested with a frown. “It’s an ultrasonic rodent repellent. It’s for mice. They’re the only ones who can hear it.”

  “Mice and other rodents … like bats,” Dani said dryly.

  “Dani, love, I’ve told you, we are in no way connected to bats. That’s all just myth,” Decker said in pained tones.

  “Yes,” Dani agreed. “But apparently when it comes to sounds you’re on the same wavelength.”

  “We are on the same wavelength, dear,” Marguerite corrected, moving back to the table again and tossing the repellent on its surface as she reclaimed her seat next to Nicole. “You’re one of us too now.”

  “Sort of,” Dani said quietly. “Besides, I couldn’t hear it.”

  “Yes, you could. You were getting a headache,” Julius pointed out. “But you’re young like the twins, so while it was affecting you, you couldn’t register the sound.”

  “Hmm.” Dani grimaced, but didn’t argue the point and simply said, “Well the headache is easing now.”

  “Yes,” Marguerite murmured. “Mine’s receding quickly too.”

  Everyone but Nicole nodded or murmured in agreement.

  “Then that’s probably what caused the headache,” Dani concluded.

  Everyone nodded again but Nicole. She just thought they were all a bit crazy … but everything was all right. The words drifted through her head and she relaxed.

  “What did you do about your sister’s poisoning?” Dani asked Julius.

  “We didn’t realize it was poisoning until afterward, and we only realized it then because she had a natural aversion to the dress after that. She gave it to one of her servants … who was mortal. The poor girl died in terrible agony and distress,” Julius said quietly, and then sighed and added, “Before that we had no idea what was wrong with Adriana. We just kept giving her blood until it passed.”

  “Right. Then I guess that’s what we’ll do here,” Dani said solemnly. “Nina brought a cooler of it, and we brought two. Hopefully that will be enough.” She glanced to Julius. “I don’t suppose you remember how much blood your sister went through?”

  Julius shook his head apologetically. “We did not have blood banks back then.
It was donors, and we needed a lot of them. We had to take her from village to village in a wagon until it ended and she began to recover.”

  “I’ll call Bastien and tell him to have more delivered here,” Decker said, standing and withdrawing a phone from his pocket as he moved out of the room.

  “Nicole,” Dani said, drawing her gaze. “How are you feeling? Did you eat the same things Jake did? Or did he—?”

  “She isn’t poisoned,” Julius interrupted. “Something that affects Jake like this would have killed her in a heartbeat. Besides, this isn’t from ingested poison. That usually doesn’t cause vomiting in an immortal, and if it does, it would just be a one-round deal. But not anything like this. This is full-body exposure, the poison has to be all through Jake’s system for the nanos to react like this.”

  “The robe he’s wearing?” Decker suggested.

  “It started in the hot tub,” Marguerite reminded them quietly.

  “True, but he probably wore the robe to go down and get in the tub,” Decker pointed out.

  “But Nicole wouldn’t wear Jake’s robe and no one wants him dead,” Marguerite countered.

  “What?” Nicole asked with surprise.

  “Everything’s fine, dear,” Marguerite murmured, and then glanced to Dani to ask, “Do you think the hot tub being poisoned with a drug that can be absorbed through the skin would have the same affect as a poisoned dress?”

  “Yes, I imagine it would,” Dani said slowly, her expression thoughtful. She was silent for a minute and then said, “I’ll have to take a sample and have it analyzed to be sure, but I don’t suggest anyone even stick a finger in the hot tub until we find out.”

  “So? What’s the verdict?”

  Nicole glanced to the door at that question to find the woman who had introduced herself as Nina standing there, a grim expression on her face.

  “What happened to him?” Nina added. “And can it happen to us? Because all four of us have headaches right now.”

  Dani glanced to Nicole. “You put the mouse repellents in every room?”

  Nicole nodded. “Not in Jake’s room, though. I didn’t want to intrude. But I put it in the plug socket directly across from his door in the hall, so if the door is open …”