Julian wanted to sneer. "Of course you can," he answered.

Had he made a mistake? He would only settle for a servant he could completely control, but this one seemed even more vapid than Mary.

"So, what do I have to do?" Jasper said, turning from the mirror. "For all that stuff you said… about money?"

Maybe he wasn't so stupid. But as of yet, he had no true idea what had just happened to him, and he was already trying to hedge an advantage. This creature had desires. He could be worked upon-and controlled.

Julian was pleased. "You just need to pass a test… when I tell you."

The following night, Eleisha sat at the kitchen table watching Wade as he got the water boiling and then scrambled a few eggs. Philip was in the shower, and Rose was packing-although Eleisha suspected she was so anxious over the impending journey that she just needed some time alone in her room. So far, Seamus had not appeared tonight.

"What time does our train leave?" Wade asked, placing a tea bag into a mug.

"Just past midnight, from Jack London Square."

"Did you tell Philip not to hog all the hot water?" he asked, bringing her some tea.

She looked up at him, and he stopped with the mug in midair.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Why do you think Philip is being so cavalier about Robert now, and he's so hostile about Rose? You'd think it would be the other way around."

Wade dropped into the chair beside her. "Because neither one of us seems to like Robert."

"What?"

"Think about it. You threatened Philip back in Seattle. You told him you wouldn't forgive him if he stopped you from finding Rose. Then you got me interested in helping her, too. You exchanged letters with her, and you want her company. He sees Rose as a threat to your time and affection-maybe even to mine."

Eleisha blinked. "No, even Philip isn't that self-involved."

Wade pursed his mouth at her as if she'd said something stupid, and he stood back up to get his eggs.

Out in the sitting room, she heard a soft knock on the front door, and she tensed. That would be Robert.

"I'll get it," Rose called from her room.

Wade scooped his eggs from the pan onto a paper plate, and he sat down beside Eleisha with his own tea. Voices carried from the sitting room, and then Eleisha looked over to see Robert standing in the archway. He was quite possibly the most physically intimidating person she'd ever met, and she didn't know why. He wasn't even as tall as Philip.

Maybe it was his eyes.

He carried over one shoulder a narrow nylon bag that stretched down to his thigh, and he was looking around the kitchen at the bright pots of herbs and the teakettle and egg pan on the stove. Then his gaze moved to Eleisha and Wade sitting at the table.

"Is there more tea?" he asked.

That was the first moment Eleisha felt any kind of connection to him. She remembered waking up after her first night here and how wonderfully comfortable it had been to just sit in a kitchen and drink tea with other people. How long since he'd enjoyed such a simple pleasure?

"Yes," she said, getting up. "Come and sit. Wade, you finish your eggs."

She made Robert a cup of tea and brought it to him, deciding not beat about the bush, as they didn't have a great deal of time. "We've decided to leave tonight. I reserved two adjoining cabins on an Amtrak," she said.

"So soon?" he asked.

"There's no reason to stay, and I should start making arrangements to purchase the church. I can give you our address in Portland if you need to think this over and perhaps join us later, or you can come with us tonight."

"Tonight? I don't have a ticket."

"I bought one for you last night when I booked ours."

He stood up, ignoring his tea, seeming uncomfortable. "You bought me a train ticket on one night's notice? How much did that cost?"

"Cost?" She shook her head. "I'm not sure. I won't pay the Visa bill until the end of the month."

"It's all right, Robert," Wade cut in. "Eleisha doesn't… she doesn't need to worry about money. It's fine."

Maybe Robert liked to pay his own way?

Philip walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but his Calvin Klein jeans and rubbing his wet hair with a towel. He half turned to grab a mug out of the cupboard, exposing the white cigar burns on his shoulders.

At the sight of him like this, Robert froze, as if recognizing him for the first time, and the tension meter in the room suddenly shot up.

"What?" Wade asked in alarm, looking at Robert.

Philip stopped rubbing his hair and took the towel away, glancing down at himself, and then he locked eyes with Robert, but with some kind of intense realization dawning on his face until Eleisha wondered if the two of them were sharing a memory.

"Eleisha," Philip said slowly, putting the empty mug down. "You'd better take your shower while I get us packed."

She hurried over to him, still not sure what was wrong. "Of course. Can I borrow a sweater? I didn't bring enough clothes."

"Sure."

He backed out of the kitchen and then turned around. Eleisha followed him to the guest room.

"What was that about?" she whispered.

"Nothing." He turned away. "Go take your shower."

She never pushed him when he got like this, so she gathered up some clothes to wear, not paying much attention to what she grabbed.

Considering his mood, this was hardly the most opportune moment, but she wanted to speak to him before they left.

"Philip," she said to his back, "Rose is afraid of traveling, and I want you to look out for her, be kind to her, protect her like you do for me and Wade."

He glanced over his shoulder, and she could see his expression darkening. This would be so much easier if she could just use her gift, but he'd feel it, and afterward, he'd blame her.

"Rose is like Robert," she said quickly, "just someone we're trying to help. She'll never be the kind of friend that Wade is to us, and she will never be what you are to me."

The anger in his profile vanished, but he didn't answer.

"Be kind to her," she repeated, hurrying out toward the bathroom.

But she stopped halfway. Looking back to see Philip packing his bag, she walked to the kitchen, pausing in the arch. She needed a more concrete idea of how this night was going to play out, how their future was going to play out.

"Robert," she said. "Are you coming with us tonight?"

He was sitting at the table beside Wade again, and he studied her for about thirty seconds. "Yes," he said finally. "I'm coming."

Julian brought Jasper back to the Fairmont, allowing him to stay in the suite. He had also introduced him to Mary-so there would not be any drama occurring from her frequent and sudden appearances. If Jasper could so easily accept the reality of vampires, he should have no trouble with ghosts.

And he didn't.

More important, Jasper's awe at his opulent surroundings was most satisfactory. He'd probably never even seen a suite like this outside of a movie. His body was still completing the change, but Julian wanted to send him hunting soon.

Julian had a fairly good idea what Jasper's gift would be once it surfaced. But in all his years, Julian had never trained anyone, never acted as master. He'd turned only two other vampires-his father and Eleisha-and that had been nearly one hundred and seventy years ago.

He hadn't taught Eleisha to hunt. Edward Claymore handled all that for him.

He was pondering exactly how to broach the subject with Jasper. But he cringed inwardly at the thought of another conversation. He didn't like having such human filth anywhere near his suite, much less sleeping in it, and it bothered him that he could not completely rely on his gift to cow his new creation into reluctant obedience… as Jasper must want to succeed.