Private Demon

by Lynn Viehl

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  "She's not your love, Valentin. Love is reciprocal. Love is two consenting adults who meet, fall for each other, and can't imagine life without the other one around. Throw in lots of sex your mother didn't want you to have. " She saw Cyprien appear behind him but didn't twitch an eyelash. This one was on her tab. "Jema Shaw doesn't love you. She doesn't know you love her. She probably thinks you're a nice man, but what else have you ever been to her? The neighbor with the funny accent who sends her homegrown flowers once a year, that's it. "

  For a moment it looked as if Jaus might do something to her that would make Cyprien go crazy. "That is what I am to her. "

  "That's what you are to her now. " Alex felt as if she'd sucker punched him a few times. "I'll tell you something about me. Before I met the Prince of Darkness, I rarely got involved with men. An occasional roll in the hay, but that was all. I liked my life. No ties. No picking up someone else's socks off the floor. No fights, no faked orgasms, no regrets. "

  Jaus watched her and said nothing.

  "Also, no friends, no family, nothing to show for my time but an office I closed in three days, a house I sold in a week, and a car that I returned to the leasing company—" She stopped and smacked herself in the forehead. "Oh, shit, I knew I forgot to do something. "

  He was not amused. "Your point?"

  "My point: You know why it was so easy for me to walk away from my practice as a surgeon, and my life as a human? No one was really sorry to see me go. I wasn't important enough to anyone to be missed. If I had died instead of changing, no one would have cried. " She pressed her hand to his lean cheek. "If one of those guys in the lists slips and accidentally makes you a head shorter, who's going to cry for you, Valentin? Besides me?"

  "Alexandra. " His hand brushed some hair back from her face. It was a gentle, affectionate gesture, the kind John used to make when they were kids. "Forgive me. "

  She didn't know how she ended up with the suzerain of Chicago in her arms, holding on to her like a lost little boy. She glanced over his shoulder and saw the look of love Cyprien gave her before he turned away and left them alone.

  They weren't alone for very long. A throat being cleared a few times in the adjoining room made Jaus lift his head from

  Alex's shoulder. "Sacher. He would not interrupt unless it was important. "

  They walked out together to find the elderly man so agitated he was practically wringing his hands.

  "What is it?" Jaus went quickly to him. "Wilhelm?"

  "No, master, he is fine. Dr. Keller, the seigneur wished me to tell you that he had to go into the city to speak to someone. " The old man grasped Jaus's hand. "Master, Falco called just after the seigneur left. Miss Jema was attacked by three men at the museum. She is home now, but she was injured. "

  Jaus's face turned to stone. "The men?"

  "All dead, Falco told me. A Kyn warrior saved her, and killed them. " Sacher glanced at Alex before he added, "Master, it was Thierry Durand. "

  Jaus agreed to have Alexandra accompany him to call upon Jema. It was the quickest way to get out of Derabend Hall, and she would prevent him from gutting Dr. Daniel Bradford on the front steps of Shaw House.

  He hoped.

  "It's almost midnight," Alex said as she walked with him along the seawall. "We're going to wake up the whole house. People are going to yell. "

  "Sacher said Jema was found thirty minutes ago outside the front gates," Jaus told her. "The household is already awake. No one yells. "

  "What I don't get is why Thierry saved Jema," Alex said as she walked along the seawall with him. "How does Thierry know Jema?"

  "He likely chanced upon her while she was being attacked. " He opened the back gate for her. "Durand has always been protective of women. " He had been prepared to do what he could to save Cyprien's friend, even after Lucan's brutal advice. Though Thierry had saved Jema through some happy act of fate, in his madness Jaus knew he could have just as easily killed her.

  Alexandra rang the front doorbell twice before a tired-looking maid answered it. "We're terribly sorry to disturb you, but we heard about Miss Shaw and wanted to check on her. I'm Dr. Keller, and you probably already know Mr. Jaus. "

  "Yes, ma'am. Sir. " The maid gave Jaus a wan smile. "Please come in. I'll let Mrs. Shaw know you're here. "

  They were shown into a parlor off the main entry, but before they could sit down a white-haired woman in an electric wheelchair came in.

  "Mrs. Shaw. This is my friend Dr. Keller. " Too agitated to engage in elaborate introductions, Valentin left it at that. "How is Jema?"

  "She is recovering from a vicious assault and a severe head injury, Mr. Jaus. How do you think she is?" Meryl Shaw eyed Alex briefly. "It is after midnight, and the police have just left. Perhaps you and your lady friend could harass us another time. "

  Alexandra frowned but said nothing.

  "I beg your pardon, madam. " Jaus was taken aback by her manner as much as her rudeness. "I came to offer what help I can. Is Jema's condition serious? Should she be transported to the hospital?" He could have men guard her around the clock at any facility in the city.

  "If you'd rather keep her at home tonight, Mrs. Shaw, I'd be happy to examine her," Alex offered. "I'm a reconstructive surgeon, so I'm very familiar with head trauma. "

  Meryl looked more insulted than impressed. "Our family physician, Dr. Bradford, is looking after her, thank you. Now, if that is all—"

  "No, it is not," Jaus said. "Forgive me, but I am very fond of your daughter. I will not be able to rest until I… until I have assured myself that she is well cared for. "

  "Mrs. Shaw, there is something else you should know," Alex said before Meryl could reply. "I've tested one of Jema's syringes to check the type of insulin she's using. Dr. Bradford has not been honest with you or your daughter. The syringe was filled with a substance that only looks like insulin. "

  "Jema may not be as sick as you think," Jaus put in. "Her illness could actually be caused by Dr. Bradford's treatment. "

  "What are you talking about?" Meryl gripped the arms of her wheelchair. "Jema has suffered from juvenile diabetes since birth. Her condition has seriously deteriorated, and we've all accepted that the end is near. There is nothing anyone can do for her. Tonight's incident was bad enough, but now you barge in here to make such ridiculous accusations? I should have you thrown out. I think I will. " She wheeled over to pick up the house phone.

  "I will bring the lab reports to you, Mrs. Shaw, so you may see the evidence for yourself. " Jaus nodded to Alex. "Dr. Keller has spent a great deal of time testing Jema's medication. Dr. Bradford is not helping your daughter. He could be killing her. "

  "Enough of this. " Meryl put down the phone and turned to Alex. "I don't what your motives are, young woman, but you're grossly mistaken. I've known Daniel Bradford for thirty years. He has done everything he could to keep Jema's diabetes under control. " She glared at Jaus. "He's the reason she's alive. "

  "On the contrary, Mrs. Shaw. I'll bet that Jema doesn't even have diabetes," Alex said. "If you don't want to believe me, then have Jema's 'insulin' tested at an independent lab. They will confirm everything I've told you. "

  Alex's words pounded inside Jaus's skull, and the arctic fury that had driven him in the lists closed around him. "Where is Dr. Bradford?" he asked softly.

  "He is with Jema, naturally," Meryl said. Disgust contorted her face. "I've heard enough of this nonsense. Please leave my home at once. "

  Jaus had never cared for Jema's mother. She was a hateful, bitter old woman who clung to her daughter like a leech. How much joy had she sucked out of his lady's life with her constant nagging and complaining? His men had reported that Meryl was a hypochondriac, and fancied herself to have a bad heart. It would be nothing to slip into Shaw House one night and put an end to her imagined suffering. Then Jema would be free.

  "Val. Val. " Alex was tugging on his arm. "Time to go
home. "

  "I have to see her. " He looked blindly at Alex. "I can't leave like this. "

  "We'll come back tomorrow. " She met Meryl's furious gaze. "Jema should feel up to having visitors tomorrow evening, shouldn't she, Mrs. Shaw?"

  "I couldn't say, Dr. Keller. Jema hasn't regained consciousness yet. " Meryl wheeled out of the room.

  "He walked in here as if he owned the place. " If Meryl could have risen from her wheelchair one time in her life, she would have done so tonight,, to slap Valentin Jaus's face. "You should have heard him issuing orders. To me. The snide midget. Who does he think he is?"

  "I'm glad you were firm with him. You'll also be happy to know that Jema is resting comfortably and in no danger," Daniel told her as he poured himself a drink. "In the event you were actually worried about her. "

  "That's your job, Daniel. Not mine. " Meryl rolled over and took the glass he had poured for himself. "You'll have to burn her clothes and clean up the car. I don't want anyone to connect her with the murders. I told Jaus that the police had already been here. If anyone asks, you say it's been reported. "

  "Since we haven't actually reported it, I wonder precisely how your neighbor heard about it," he said. "How are you going to keep this quiet? Jema will want to make a statement to the police. "

  "We only need a few more days. Leave Jema to me. Why does this Keller woman think Jema isn't diabetic? How did she get one of her needles?"

  "I have no idea. The syringes go into the incinerator every month, as usual. They burn better than Roy did. " He made another drink for himself. "What did she say about Jema?"