Cherry Pie

by Sotia Lazu

  Cherry Pie

  Vampire Cherry, Volume 3

  Sotia Lazu

  Published by Acelette Press, 2020.

  Cherry Pie

  by

  Sotia Lazu

  This book is a work of fiction.

  While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2016 by Sotia Lazu

  All Rights Reserved

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

  Manufactured in the United States of America

  Acelette Press

  Other books in the Vampire Cherry series

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Cherry Pie (Vampire Cherry, #3)

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Epilogue

  For every woman who has a bit of Cherry in her

  Prologue

  “CHERRY, CAN’T YOU SEE he’s lying through his teeth? I can, and I’m on a different continent.”

  Alex had his reasons for being suspicious, but Constantine wasn’t lying. Things would have been much easier if he were.

  I wouldn’t have to die again.

  But I’m starting the story in the middle.

  Let me fix that.

  Chapter One

  I OPEN MYSELF TO THE scenery around me, until the stitches holding it together glow a pure white. The sunglasses holding my hair back from my face are useless against this light, but I don’t want to dim it, anyway. I need to take it in.

  The sight is beautiful in its eeriness.

  I focus on a single point along the seam between golden sand and blue morning sky. About where the overhead light switch should be. It doesn’t give, but it will. I’ve been practicing since I was trapped in Alex’s dream.

  I use my finger to draw a bright-red thread over it, and snap it with my finger. I tug, and my strawberry daiquiri fades to transparency before it’s gone completely. The book on my lap follows it to oblivion. The wind has dropped, and the waves no longer lap at the shore. They’re frozen in place until I pull again, and then they melt into the sky that in turn gives its place to the white of my bedroom walls.

  I close my eyes and smile when the beach chair beneath me yields into something softer. Fluffier. I open my eyes again and—

  I blinked away my much-needed sleep. Did Constantine have to drop into my dream tonight of all nights? His timing sucked.

  Speaking of timing, I should start keeping track of how long it took to enter and exit a dream. I practiced every chance I got and was improving—another reason I was so tired; I needed to let my mind switch off once in a while—but I wanted tangible results.

  Maybe I’d ignore my ex’s new bout of drama and sink back into my dream.

  Sure.

  I’d forget he said I could be human again, so I could catch some shut eye. ’Cause I was cool like that.

  Not.

  I kicked the sheets off and stood. My inner clock told me the sun was still down for the count, which meant so were my parents. I didn’t want to sneak out of their home without saying goodbye, but if what Constantine said was true, I couldn’t wait to get more details out of him.

  I pulled on my jeans and sneakers, and wore my hoodie over Alex’s T-shirt I’d been using as a pajama top. His scent was barely there after ten days. I didn’t know where we stood, other than that we weren’t a we, but I liked feeling close to him at night. And it was a comfy shirt.

  I scribbled a quick note for my parents on a Post-It and pressed it to the fridge door with the heel of my hand.

  Constantine needs me at the mansion. I’ll be back tomorrow, for my stuff and a proper farewell. And I’ll need pancakes. Lots of them.

  Love you both,

  Cherry

  It was a three-and-a-half-hour drive back to L.A. without traffic, but traffic didn’t apply to me and neither did driving. I was flying there. I pulled my hair into a tight bun and raised the hood, to minimize damage, and took off.

  The crisp night air felt refreshing on my skin and called up memories of the warmth of the dream. The heat had been at its strongest when Constantine was there.

  And when wasn’t that the case?

  As trees and hills gave way to wide open road beneath me, my mind flew forward, to the mansion and the man waiting there.

  Constantine didn’t reach out before tonight, respecting my time with my family. I appreciated that, but until I dreamed of him topless beside me, I hadn’t realized I’d missed him. It was weird. We broke up years ago, but the last few months he’d been a constant in my life, and I liked having him around.

  Another thing to sort out if I wanted a future with Alex.

  Which I did.

  With the exception of his... dark period, Alex was the yang to Constantine’s yin. He was open with his feelings, unafraid of commitment, and with a moral compass so strong, you could count on him to always draw a clear line between right and wrong.

  Constantine was all about gray areas and fuzzy limits.

  And I was confused.

  Not about which of them to choose. Constantine was history—though who knows what would have happened between us if Ádísa hadn’t planned and executed our breakup?

  Not what I should be considering.

  The hazy scenery beneath me gained shape. I cut into the smog, thankful I didn’t have to breathe. I began my descent, careful to keep away from the lights. Not easy in downtown L.A. but doable around Constantine’s mansion.

  My feet met solid ground at the same time, and I brought my body to a perfect halt. Can I get a yay for bending the laws of physics?

  I lowered my hood and let my hair loose. It felt stiff, and I bet it looked it, but this wasn’t a social call.

  Constantine said I could become human again.

  How?

  And why wasn’t I ringing his doorbell and asking him?

  I pressed the button by the wrought-iron gate and smiled at the closed circuit camera, waiting for Wesley, Constantine’s aging human butler, to buzz me in. Flying all the way to someone’s front door unannounced is considered an aggressive move among our kind, but I wasn’t afraid Constantine would see it as such. I was simply being polite. He was waiting for me, but I wasn’t staying here yet. Or again. Or at all, depending on how our chat went.

  “Come to the parlor. We’ll watch the sunrise.” Constantine’s voice came from behind me, instead of from my left, where the intercom was.

  I spun on my heel. Nothing. The acoustics out here were wonky.

  The latch clicked, and the gate slid open. “I didn’t come for the sunrise,” I muttered under my
breath, though I couldn’t wait to see it. Couldn’t get enough sun since my grandmother’s potion made it possible for me to walk in daylight. If only I could tan...

  I followed the path to the front door and let myself in. Wesley poked his head out of the kitchen, and a smile brightened his lined face. He looked tired. I couldn’t blame him; he’d been taking care of too many people for a while now.

  “You’ve been missed,” he said. “Coffee?”

  “I missed you too.” I returned the smile. “And yes, please.” No need to tell him how I took it; he’d made me coffee more times than I could count, both when I dated Constantine and in the months Alex and I stayed here.

  I padded softly on the plush carpet, as I trailed through the ground floor, praying I met nobody else before I talked to Constantine. I’d love to catch up with Sheena, and the little masochist in me missed the three fledglings Constantine sort of adopted on the day he decapitated his maker, but I could do without diversions until I had answers.

  From past experience, odds were Constantine would be less than fully dressed, so I wasn’t surprised to see him in nothing but a pair of silk pajama bottoms. I crossed the threshold to the spacious parlor at the exact same moment the rising sun appeared through the glass panes taking up three sides of the room. The rays that a couple weeks ago would have reduced Constantine to ashes now set his pale skin ablaze with red, orange, and purple hues. The muscles in his wide sternum stood out in stark relief, and his blue eyes sparkled.

  He was magnificent.

  I didn’t try to hide my ogling. He expected it. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d timed my entrance specifically for this.

  I blinked, and whatever thrall he held over me evaporated. He was still stunning, but now I could focus on things beyond that. “You said I could become human again?” I asked.

  “I did.”

  I was looking right at him, but I didn’t see him move his lips.

  “Finally, she catches on. I’ve been dropping hints for a while.” His lips never parted.

  “How are you doing this? Are you messing with my mind?”

  He held my gaze. “I’ve broken my promise,” he said, and this time I watched him form the words. His serious tone was a far cry from the seductive purr he usually opted for when shirtless. “I’ve kept something important from you.”

  Ah, now I got it. “How long have you known I could be turned back?” I glared. Would he never learn? Omissions and lies always came back to bite him in the ass. And I wouldn’t think of that thing’s perfect curve.

  “No. Not that. I informed you of the possibility as soon as Ruby told me about it. There’s something else.” His mouth stopped moving, but the words kept coming. “When two vampires who’ve killed their own makers exchange blood, they get a sort of telepathy.”

  Shock and surprise short-circuited my brain.

  “I killed Ádísa, and you killed Willoughby,” he said. In my head. “And then—”

  “You cleaned my wounds and fed me your blood. Three times.”

  “Yes. And you don’t have to speak aloud. I can hear your thoughts.”

  This was too fucking much. He’d crossed lines and pushed my limits time and again, but to be able to straight-up pull thoughts out of my head? No. “You do that, and I promise to hurt you so bad, you’ll taste it for eternity. My thoughts are mine. No trespassing. Got it?” I refused to use my inside voice.

  “Cherry, I would never disrespect you this way. You have to believe me.”

  “Do I?” I was tired of believing him. Of trusting him. More tired of reminding myself not to. “Don’t tell me you only found out about this now, too.” Oh, he knew for a while. He’d insisted on giving me his blood when Alex tried to feed me.

  “No.” He said this aloud. “I’ve known for years, and after Alex... After you were hurt the first time, I couldn’t overlook the opportunity.”

  “To bind me to you?” I asked. The arrogance was strong with this one.

  He frowned. “Of course not. To never let you get hurt again. Wherever you are, whatever happens, you’ll be able to reach me at the speed of thought. Think about this, Cherry.” His eyes pleaded with me to forgive him, and I found myself wanting to.

  “You should’ve let me choose for myself.” I was tired of people thinking they knew what was best for me.

  “You were drained. There was no time to discuss it.”

  “You could have come to me later.”

  “I didn’t think that far ahead.” He stood and scratched his chest, his bicep bulging. He used his body as a distraction, but I knew all his tricks, and they wouldn’t work this time.

  “You’re lying,” I said. “You jumped at the chance to have an in with me, and you knew it when you told Alex you wouldn’t be my default choice. Games. It’s all about games with you.”

  His blue eyes darkened to near black, as he narrowed them at me. “There was nothing game-like about seeing you drained in your parents’ basement, with your crazed lover still inside you, and knowing I could have prevented it. You’d be dead now if I didn’t act.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Alex might have stopped.”

  “You don’t believe that any more than I do, but I’m not talking about then. How do you think I found you in that clearing?” Where Willoughby made Alex bleed me out.

  I remembered wondering about that at the time, before more pressing matters had demanded my attention. Like surviving. “But you hadn’t had my blood then. You only licked my wounds clean after,” I said.

  “When I gave you my blood the first time, I held you. Your blood was all over me, driving me insane. I knew the effects wouldn’t last if I only tasted it, so I went for it.” He raked his fingers through his long blond hair.

  “And at the clearing?”

  He held my gaze. “You’d almost died twice, Cherry. I wouldn’t leave it to chance. I took enough to know this bond would last. That I wouldn’t lose you again.”

  I should be livid. He’d made the decision for me. Twice. To protect me. As if I were a helpless little girl, and not a vampire who could stand on her own two feet—and kick ass, when need arose.

  But his last words... His eyes, swirling with color that I knew corresponded to pain and hunger and even love...

  He didn’t want to lose me, and more than once he’d gone above and beyond, to keep me safe and happy.

  I closed the distance between us and touched my lips to his cheek. “I forgive you.” I tried to think it at him, unsure how this worked.

  He slid his hands up my arms, his touch lighting my skin on fire. When he reached my shoulders, he dug in his fingers, holding me to him. “I’ll make you happy, if it kills me.”

  The emotion in his words slammed into my chest and made me lightheaded. It took all my willpower not to think of a response. I couldn’t trust myself not to project it to him, and I didn’t know what it would be, when my gut reaction was to lose myself in him.

  But that way lay badness.

  He nuzzled my cheek. “I made so many mistakes as your mentor. I fancied myself a sort of Pygmalion and tried to sculpt the perfect woman out of you, when I should have spent our time together letting you know you already were perfect. Are perfect.”

  He’d approached me as my VSS-assigned mentor and had done his best to teach me all he could, but I never shook the feeling he found me lacking. That I couldn’t compare to the Valkyrie who made him. My insecurities intensified when he cheated on me with her, and they didn’t go away even when he killed her for me.

  He’d said he loved me—before and since—but this validation filled my stomach with butterflies.

  “You really think I’m perfect?” I whispered against his ear.

  He shifted to touch his forehead to mine. “You’re beautiful, and you’re smart. Funny and brave. A hellcat, in and out of bed. And your heart... This world has broken you down and stomped all over you, people have hurt you and betrayed you, and you still see the good in them. You see the good in me. Fuck y
es, you’re perfect.” And then, with the slightest tilt of his head, he found my lips and claimed them.

  Soft, full lips glided against mine, before his talented tongue slid between them and caressed my own. I melted against him, my heart absorbing his words. I skated my palms up his sides, enjoying the hardness of muscle beneath his smooth skin.

  It was incredible.

  I was kissing Constantine again, after so long. After I was sure he and I were done.

  When I’d been thinking of another man.

  I said I wouldn’t wait for Alex, but part of me wanted us to fix things. To regain the normal, easy relationship we had before Willoughby and Ádísa threw us the mother of all curveballs.

  With great reluctance and even greater regret, I broke the kiss. “Too soon,” I said.

  He ghosted his thumb over my cheek. “Will it ever not be?”

  I had no reply for that. “Is it okay if I stay here?” I asked after a second.

  “Of course.” His smile lit up the room.

  “And you’ll tell me about the whole vampire-to-human reversion thing?”

  The smile wilted. When it reappeared, it didn’t reach his eyes. “Anything to make you happy.”

  Chapter Two

  I TOOK A SIP OF THE coffee Wesley brought me, and bit back a moan of appreciation. His brew could wake the dead—I vouched for it.

  “I’m ready,” I said. “Tell me everything.”

  Constantine nodded. “My last year as a human, I was one of a select army of Viking warriors, sent to guard the Byzantine emperor Vasilios the Second. It was the late tenth century, and we were known as the Varangian Guard.” He’d reverted to his most cultured tone, the one unaffected by me and the three vampettes who taught him things like OMG and WTF.

  He cleared his throat. “During the battle of Abydos—you might know it as Hellespont—”

  I wouldn’t know it as anything; I had no clue whether it was a place or an artifact. Plus, I was still doing the math, to calculate his exact age. He’d been turned in his early thirties, so... I’d always thought of him as ancient, but I guess he was only eleven hundred years old or so. Only.