Vampire, Interrupted by Lynsay Sands

day she was having.
    “There you are.”
    Marguerite turned at those words to see Julius leading the rest of the men into the living room.
    “Did you find anything?” she asked dryly, already suspecting she knew the answer. Marguerite wasn’t surprised when he shook his head.
    “Tiny mentioned earlier that the two of you decided to switch hotels today and I think it’s a wise idea,” Julius announced as he crossed the room toward her. “Marcus says Claridge’s is a nice hotel, so I reserved rooms there for all of us.”
    “Us?” Marguerite asked, eyebrows rising.
    Julius took in her expression and met her gaze as he said, “Us. I understand your concern, but I assure you I had nothing to do with either the attack on you this morning or the man skulking on the terrace just now.”
    Marguerite tried to slip into his mind to see if he spoke the truth. She would have tried to find out the name of Christian’s mother at the same time, but she came up against a blank wall in his mind. She couldn’t read the man. Marguerite wasn’t terribly surprised. Her instincts had been telling her all along that he was much much older than herself.
    Of course, her instincts might be wrong and her inability to read him could mean something else altogether. Were he a mortal, or an immortal but younger than she, the fact that she couldn’t read him would have been a sign that he was her lifemate. But hewasn’t mortal and reading immortals was a tricky business. She might not be able to read him, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t read and control her. And she wouldn’t touch that with a ten foot pole. It looked like they would have to find Christian’s mother the hard way.
    Julius waited another moment, but when she didn’t comment, he said, “Shall we go?”
    Marguerite wanted to argue that she’d rather he stayed here while she and Tiny moved, but merely picked up her purse, slung it over her shoulder, and moved toward the door.
    “Dante will take your luggage,” Julius said quietly, taking her arm to stop her when she paused at the door and reached for the handle of her suitcase.
    Marguerite stilled at his touch, her stomach giving a little jump. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then nodded and turned toward the door when he urged her that way. He held it open for her and walked her up the hall, leaving the others to follow.
    They walked in silence, striding at a quick clip that came to a stumbling halt when Julius tried to steer her past the elevators and she dug in her heels.
    “We will take the service elevator,” he announced, urging her forward.
    “Why?” she asked suspiciously as they continued up the hall.
    “Because someone may be watching the lobby and it does little good moving from one hotel to another if we let them follow us to it,” he explained patiently.
    Marguerite’s mouth tightened with irritation…at herself. She should have thought of that. She was supposed to be a detective. Of course, she could sayshe was a concert pianist, but that wouldn’t give her the skill to be one. Perhaps she should have looked into P.I. training before taking on a case. Is there a P.I. school? she wondered.
    “We have a car here,” Tiny announced, distracting her.
    “They probably know about that too and will be watching it as well,” Julius said. “Who did you rent it from? I’ll arrange to have it collected by the agency when we get to Claridge’s.”
    While Tiny answered the question, Marguerite’s eyes narrowed with displeasure at the thought of losing their transportation.
    Catching the look, Julius ran what appeared to her to be a frustrated hand through his hair. She thought she must have been mistaken though when he calmly pointed out, “You can call another agency and rent another car.”
    Marguerite nodded and forced herself to relax as they reached the service elevator. They were inside and the doors were closing when Tiny asked, “What if they have someone watching the service