Will you animals get out of my way!
Good Lord, mymother was in the hallway trying to get in? Shed faint if she saw this.
Spade, towel, bathroom, I hissed. Save some of the mystery.
He laughed, but it sounded more like a tired wheeze. Crispin, shes all right. Ill take myself off so she doesnt exhaust herself chiding me.
Spade had blood in drying lines on him as well. What the hell? Tate stared at me, and his presence made me squirm. He shouldnt see me like this.
Ian pushed by the other people in his way, snapping a cell phone shut.
I told him it worked, Crispin. He said to call him later-
Now this is too much, I shouted. Forget Ians businesslike manner, not even a wink or inappropriate leer. I had a bad dream, there isnt a full-scale assault going on, so everyone, go.
Ian looked at me with pity. More concerned with propriety than peril. Well talk soon, Crispin.
Right, then.
Finally, the room emptied. When the last person closed the door, I relaxed enough to tremble.
God, that was the worst nightmare Ive ever had. If I didnt know better, Id say my neck still hurt
Which it did, actually. How was that possible?
Bones met my gaze. Kitten, that wasnt just a dream. It was a spell to trap you in your own nightmare. Your neck hurtsbecause the spell was reenacting that day with Max, and if you hadnt have woken up, it would have finished the job and killed you.
I tensed everywhere, trying to get control. How do you know it was a spell?
You started screaming in your sleep. Charles dashed in the room-thats why he was naked, he came straight from bed-and we tried to wake you. Then you became violent. Obviously, we knew it was more than a nightmare, and when I concentrated, I could read in your mind what was happening to you. No one had a bloody idea what to do. Ian rang Mencheres to tell him what was happening. Hes the one who knew how to stop it.
How long did this go on? It only seemed like a few minutes.
It lasted round half an hour, though to me, it felt like years.
Half an hour! You said Mencheres knew how to stop it. Howd he know?
Because Patra did it, Bones replied with quiet fury. Practicing witchcraft is forbidden, but Patra studied it in secret. The spell would have been sealed with her blood, so only her blood-or the blood of her sire-could break it. Mencheres was too far away, so since hed shared his blood and power with me, he thought it was possible mine would suffice. It did.
I shivered. Maybe the next time I went to sleep, I wouldnt wake up. Killed by my own memories. What a shitty way to go.
So Patra can cast one of these spells anytime, anywhere?
Boness lips thinned into a grim line.
Not if shes dead, she cant.
Later that afternoon, I called five delivery places. No, the humans in my house werent that finicky, I was being practical. After all, we had several vampires to feed. The delivery people never knew that they were the real dinner, not the food they carried. They just left with a good tip and a lower iron count. Rodney made his own version of a square meal that he shared with Dave.
get ahold of one of Patras people before we plan any counterattack, Ian said during a pause in the conversation. Or, if were lucky, find a turncoat.
You of all people should have the most experience in turncoats.
The spiteful remark came from Don, and I blinked. Hed hardly said a word since finding out who Patra was.
Bollocks. Ian sighed. Look, Max got what he asked for. He wanted to leave his job and his humanity, and I changed him because I can always use another bright, ruthless lad. End of story.
Don regarded Ian with disgust. End of story? Do you know what Max did, when I tried to take him in after finding out hed changed into a vampire? He murdered our parents and left their bodies on my doorstep! You enabled him to do that. You gave him the power.
This was something I hadnt heard before. After I found out Don was my uncle, Id asked if I had any more relatives, but hed curtly said no. Now I knew why the subject bothered him.
Ian gave Don a look. Max was a killer before he met me, so the only power I gave him was to do it with fangs.
You cant help your parents, but your niece is still alive, old chap, Bones said. We could use your wits to ensure she stays that way. Right then, to the issue of-
He stopped, staring up at the wood paneling in our ceiling. I followed suit in confusion. What, did we have termites?
Mencheres is here, he stated.
Spade also picked his head up. I dont sense him yet.
Bones stood. I do. And hes not alone.
I rolled my eyes. Great. Guess wed better call that new Italian place. Time to break in their drivers neckand Denise and I could sample the chicken parm.
Whos with him? I asked.
Bones gave an irritated growl. Its the bloody show hound.
That made Ian laugh. Indeed? This should prove to be an interesting night, after all.
Unlike Ian, Spade didnt seem amused by the news. Why would he bring him, Crispin? He knows the two of you dont care for each other.
Not to mention I dont like him knowing where I live. Muttered as Bones began to pace. But he loathes Patra even more than he hates me. My enemys enemy is my friend and all that rot.
Who? I repeated. Do I know him?
Bones snorted. You know who he is.
The sound of a helicopter approaching staved off further conversation. Minutes later, the grind of metal on concrete announced the landing of our uninvited guests.
Mencheres and another vampire stepped out of the chopper. Bones welcomed his grandsire with a hug, but gave the other man only a cool nod.
Bones is wrong, I dont know him, I thought as I looked at the unfamiliar vampire. He was about six feet, with an angular face framed by long brown hair and a tight beard. A wide, pale forehead set off deep-set eyes. He wasnt handsome in the classic sense, but his looks were striking. I would have remembered him if wed met before.
Scars crisscrossed the hand he extended to me. You must be the Red Reaper.
He had an odd accent and his greeting wasnt hello, how do you do? typical, but Id heard worse. You have me at a disadvantage, I replied, shaking his hand.
Power sizzled up my arm. Whoever he was, he was a Master. And several hundred years old, at my guess.
I rather doubt that. As he gave me the same evaluating stare I was giving him.
Stop undressing her with your eyes, Bones snapped. Though you werent at the wedding, Im certain youre aware that shes my wife.
The stranger laughed. He had unusual eyes, I noticed. Copper-colored and ringed with emerald. My invitation must have been lost in the international mail.
Bones ignored that. Mencheres, I hope theres a reason you brought him?
He has information, Mencheres said before turning to me. Ah, Cat. Pleasure to see you again.
After all this time, youd think Id have known better, butCant say the same was my first thought.
Bones gave me a look. I grimaced.It just flew out! Truth be told, I didnt know why I always had a knee- jerk reaction of dislike with Mencheres. Maybe wed been enemies in a former life. By now, Id believe anything.
Mencheres didnt comment on my uncouth version of long time no see, so I tried for something polite out loud.
Mencheres. Hi.
Lets get this over with, Bones grumbled, turning to the other vampire. Kitten, this is Vlad.
A bark of laughter escaped me before I could stuff it back. Jeez, someone had issues. Not too original. Youre the dozenth Vlad Ive come across.
His thin lips curled. I rather doubt they came by their names at birth as I did.
I waited for the punch line, but it didnt come. Bones still had that annoyed but serious expression on his face, and with growing awareness, I saw that none of the other vampires were laughing.
Finally I found my voice. YoureDracula? You have got to beshitting me!
While I was busy being flabbergasted, the other undead guests said hello. Vlad was greeted with tempered courtesy by everyone except for Annette. She gave him a kiss on the mouth that had me shaking my head at her.
Oh, Dracula as well, Annette? I guess if Frankenstein and the Wolf Man were real, theyd already have double-teamed you.
A wheeze came out of Mencheres. If I didnt know better, Id have said it was a laugh.
Bones gave me another watch your thoughts, for bloody sake look. I redirected my observations about Annettes sexual history to the undead legend in front of me.
Dracula. When I was sixteen and trying to learn anything I could about vampires, I read a lot about you. Bram Stoker almost made you sound nice, because the historical record paints you with a much nastier brush.
Bones lost his frown at once and gave me an approving grin. I rolled my eyes.So its okay to insult him, just not Annette? Hypocrite.
I dont answer to that name, and you shouldnt be so quick to believe everything you read. Recorded historys nothing if not fickle. I wonder what it will have to say of you, Catherine?
My name is Cat, I corrected him at once. You remember mine and Ill get yours right.
After further introductions were made, we settled in the family room. Yes, the living room would have been nicer, but I wanted comfortable surroundings while plotting to murder one famed historical figure with another one. Vlad took the chair nearest me, situating himself as if it were a throne. He gave Bones an arch little smile that made me think hed done it just to piss Bones off, which it had. Bones took his place beside me on the couch and clasped my hand, pointedly.
Despite the circumstances, the ten-year-old child inside me wanted to pepper Vlad with questions.Whos buried in the church by your castle? Did you really nail turbans onto the heads of the sultans emissaries when they refused to take them off? When did you become a vampire-before or after you supposedly drank glasses of blood on a battlefield as you dined among the men youd impaled?
A peasant of similar height. Yes. After, and it was red wine I drank.
Motherfucker, I thought before slamming my mind shut.Another one.
Impressive. Vlad flicked his gaze from me to Bones. I wonder where she learned to develop such exceptional mental shields? Have you been hiding something, young man?
Dont come into my home and patronize me, you crusty old bat. Youre a guest, so behave as one.
Vlad There was a touch of reprimand in Mencheress voice. More interesting was that Vlad responded to it with a conciliatory flick of his fingers.
Yes, right. I promised to set our differences aside for the greater good and thats why Im here. You know I dont like you, Bones, and you dont like me. In fact, if Patra had sided against you without also crossing Mencheres, I might be sitting with her now.
Bones shrugged. And if it werent for Mencheres, you and I would have danced a long time ago. But Mencheres holds you in high esteem and he must have a reason for it, so Ill trust his judgment that youre not the worthless sod I think you are.
I blinked. Talk about an uneasy truce.
Mencheres stood. His courtly manners made him seem harmless, but I knew looks were deceiving. In a fight, I was betting hed be terrifying.
Bones, I was shocked to hear Patra used magic against Cat. Its forbidden for vampires to practice magic, as youre aware. But we do have an advantage. Utilizing such a spell will weaken Patra for days, which gives us time to strike back at her, if we can find her. Vlad has information on where one of her people might be.
Bones turned a cold gaze to Vlad, who just grinned at him.
Never thought youd need something from me, did you?
Youve already made up your mind whether youre going to tell me or not, so either spit it out or rack off, Bones replied shortly.
Vlads eyes flicked to me, and then, oddly, to Tate.
I can smell his lust for Cat. He doesnt even try to hide it. Pisses you off a great deal to have someone in your line openly lusting after your wife, doesnt it?
Hey, just a minute, I began, even as Bones raised a brow and snapped, Your point? to Vlad.
That thin-lipped grin widened. Im getting to it.
SIXTEEN
SANTA LOOKS LIKE HES BEEN HITTING MORE than the eggnog, I thought as I strolled by the mix of people waiting in line to get a picture with ol Saint Nick. Right now, a nip or two of the hard stuff sounded good to me, too.
Tate tightened his arm around me. It still felt wrong not to pull away, but I didnt. I leaned into him and smiled instead. Werent we the perfect picture of a happy couple?
Youre so beautiful, Tate whispered, nuzzling my cheek. His mouth slid until it covered my own.
With my job, it was standard operating procedure to kiss undead targets. Hey, when playing a horny chick trying to get a guy alone, that was expected. But Tate wasnt a target, or a stranger, or someone whod end up dead by the end of the night.
Unless, of course, Bones lost his temper and killed him before this charade was over.
Tates mouth was cool over mine, but getting warmer by the contact with my heated flesh. He wasnt a bad kisser, either, I couldnt help but notice, even though hed kept things respectable by not slipping me any tongue. I tried not to dwell on the fact that I was kissing my friend. Tried to treat this like any other job, but I was failing.
I pulled away, a little too abruptly than my act as his date would have warranted.
UmI want some cotton candy, I blurted.
Tate lowered his head to whisper one word near my ear.
Chicken.
He was right. If this was just another job, I wouldnt have thought twice about faking a little passion, French-kissing the fangs off him, or even grabbing his ass to make things appear more authentic. But this wasTate, so the objectivity I normally had was gone. Aside from my own lack of personal detachment, at any minute, I kept expecting Bones to leap out of a corner and rip Tates head off.
Yeah, Vlad had a point. No one wouldever think Bones would tolerate me wandering around a carnival making out with the man he hated.
Above us, kids screamed in delight as the Mad Hatter ride whirled them even faster. The Tilt-A-Whirl off to our left had similar squeals coming from it. Add that to the other rides, the countless conversations from people, Christmas songs blaring, metal grinding of the machines, and it made for a continuous chaos of sound around us.
Somewhere in the midst of this carnival, according to Vlad, was Anthony, one of Patras henchmen. Anthony had a thing for Christmas carnivals. Enough not to have the good sense to stay away from them during a war. Then again, everyone thought it was someone else whod get nabbed, sold out, followed, or killed. I was guilty of that myself. I hadnt imagined Max would be waiting for me at my mothers. So who was I to throw stones at Anthony for assuming no one would know what carnival he chose to visit tonight?
Hell, maybe Anthony wouldnt show up, and this was just Vlads idea of a funny trick to play on Bones. To say Bones hadnt liked the idea of me playing Tates girlfriend was to put it mildly. Bones had muttered a string of curses that raised even my brows, then said something along the lines of Looks like Christmas came early for you, wanker to Tate when he finally agreed it was the perfect ruse.
Of course, Vlads intentions tonight could be more sinister, too. Mencheres didnt seem to think that Vlad would set us up. Bones must not have, either, or I wouldnt be here, but there was something to be said about trusting a vampire who openly didnt like Bones.
Keep your eye on the prize, I muttered to Tate, avoiding his gaze.
A snort came from him. I am.
That made me pull up short on my way to the cotton candy vendor. Tate and I were never alone anymore, so aside from our main goal, this was also the perfect time to set some things straight.
Look, Tate, you have got to get over thisthingyou have for me. Its affecting our friendship, our work, and you take your life in your hands every time you bring it up in front of Bones.
Tate came closer, lowering his voice, not that it mattered with all this background noise. Another vampire would have to be within spitting distance to focus in on our conversation.
Do you know why I wont shut up about how I feel about you? Because I didnt say anything for years. We were friends, but I kept hoping with time, more would develop between us. Im not making that mistake again, hesitating when I should have moved forward. I dont care if it pisses Crypt Keeper off or makes you uncomfortable, Im done pretending that I only want to be your friend.
Tate leaned down, and I had to either let him press next to me, or cause a scene and wrest away.
Dont tell me the thoughts never crossed your mind, either, he said very softly. I remember that night we kissed, before Bones showed back up in your life. You werent treating me like just a friend then.
Figures hed bring that up, I thought, frustration and annoyance competing within me. One evening of way too many drinks and loneliness had led to a kiss that should have never happened.
Youre an attractive man, and Im not dead. Yeah, the thought crossed my mind once or twice. But that was before Bones came back. I can honestly say it hasnt happened since.
Sometimes I hate Don, Tate spat.
I was baffled. What does my uncle have to do with any of this?
Don knew what you were from the moment you were born, and Id known him for three years before I met you.Three years, Cat. That fucking torments me. All Don wouldve had to do was look you up six months sooner than he did. Then you wouldnt have met Bones first, you would have met me. We like each other, youre attracted to me, and as a fellow vampire hunter, I would have been your perfect man. You would have fallen in love with me instead of ever loving Bones.
I was amazed by how much thought hed put into this-and the worst part was, if Ihad met Tate before Bones, there was a good chance I might have ended up dating him. I couldnt say Id have fallen in love with him, but there was nothing about Tate that made him unappealing as boyfriend material.
Or I could have been killed on my first mission, thats a more likely scenario, because then Bones wouldnt have trained me first. And even if it all went like you described, it still wouldnt have worked out between us.
Why? Tate asked harshly.
Bones would have been hired to kill me. He was offered the hit during the years I ran from him and the undead world didnt know of our connection. So either Bones would have killed me, or he would have been intrigued by my being a half-breed and captured me, like he did when we first met. Either way, you and I still wouldnt have made it. Sometimes two people just arent meant to be together.
I dont believe that, he said, stubbornness written all over him.
Refusal to quit in spite of overwhelming odds. Thats what made Tate such a brave soldier, but in this regard, it also made him hold on to something he should let go of.
Things will change, I said at last. One day, youll meet a woman wholl make you realize your feelings for me werent the real deal. And when that happens, Ill be happy for you.
Tate shook his head. Or youll realize Bones isnt the man you thought he was, and youll leave him. Come on, Cat, you barely even know him.
I dont know Bones? I repeated. Youre kidding me, right?
Hes almost two hundred and fifty years old, and youve been around him, combined, for less than one year, Tate stated flatly.
I know what counts, I said in a hard voice, stung.
Or youre blinded by infatuation. Bones is a former pro, Cat. Hes been romancing women for centuries. Annettes told me some things about him, and I gotta say, sometimes I dont know whether to stab Bones-or shake his hand. Someone like that doesnt just wake up one morning and change everything about their life by becoming a one-woman man.
Tates voice became rougher, lower, and he turned until I faced him.
But Ive been by your side for almost five years. You know you can trust me. You know Id never lie to you, or cheat on you, and baby, he will. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but itll happen. And when it does, youll leave him. And Ill be waiting.
This conversation was going nowhere. So much for talking sense into him about our friendship. I shot Tate an exasperated look even as I pasted a fake smile on my face and headed back to the cotton candy vendor. I couldnt swill gin here, but I could pound sugar while waiting to see if Anthony showed up.
Three cotton candies and two spins on the Ferris wheel later-hey, nothing beat the Ferris wheel for getting a good vantage point-there was still no sign of Anthony. Or any other vampires aside from Tate. It was after ten, so most of the youngest kids were gone by now. Santa was looking less jolly as the time dragged on. No doubt he was counting down the minutes until midnight, when the carnival closed.
Tate and I hadnt spoken much since our prior argu ment. We continued to act like a happy couple. Tate played a marksman game, much to the dismay of the carny behind the counter, since with Tates military background and new vampire status, he nailed every target. I then had to walk around holding a huge stuffed polar bear.
Oh yeah.No one looking at us would think we were out hunting vampires.
Therefore, I was surprised when Tate abruptly spun me around, kissing me like it was the last thing hed get to do before dying. My muffled protest was stilled when he whispered, Hes here.
I dropped the polar bear to wrap my arms around Tate, kissing him back with equal fervor and sending my senses outward.There. About fifty yards away, a tingle of inhuman power hung in the air.How nice of you to finally come out and play, Anthony. Unless this was some other vampire whod decided on a little Christmas cheer. That would be just our luck.
That current of power came closer. Whoever this was, hed felt Tate, too, because now he was heading straight for us. I put a little more oomph into kissing Tate. He groaned, tightening his arms around me. Between his grip and relentless kiss, there was a reason for me to be breathless when he finally lifted his head.
The vampire was only a dozen feet away now. Tate didnt bother with subtlety-he stared at him and let the barest hint of green peek out of his navy gaze.
What do you want?
I turned-and blinked.This was the person we were supposed to take out?
Wide brown eyes stared at me from a face that appeared no older than fourteen. He had curly black hair, a somewhat pronounced nose, and a slender build that accented his youthful appearance.
Ive never seen you before, the vampire said. His voice was more in line with his aura. He might not look old enough to see an R-rated movie, but his vibe gave him away at an easy couple hundred years old.
Tate let me step back a little, but his arm didnt leave my shoulders. Why should you?
The vampire smiled, showing he had dimples. God, it made him look even younger.
Because I know a lot of people from ourcountry. But not you.
Tate gave the vampire a frosty smile. Im new, you could say. Names Tate.
The vampire cocked his head. Who do you belong to?
An asshole, Tate said at once. I wanted to smack him.
A dry laugh escaped the vampire, again at odds with his boyish appearance. Dont we all? Im Anthony.
Score!I mentally shouted. Heres hoping Anthony wasnt another mind reader, or wed be screwed, although Bones assured me that ability was very rare.
You never answered my question, Anthony said, that pleasant smile still dimpling his face.
Tate rolled his eyes. Why should I? Im not hunting, Im just here with my girlfriend enjoying the festival.
Let me give you some advice, sonny, Anthony said. To anyone close enough to overhear, it would be comical having someone who looked like a teenager calling Tate sonny. When you meet one of us, you introduce yourself, and that includes who you belong to. Or one of us might get pissed and decide to teach you manners.
Bones. Tate let the name hang in the air before muttering, Asshole, again.
Yes, I knew it was part of the role, but I also knew he meant it, so I really wanted to smack him.
Anthony glanced around, so quickly that if I hadnt been watching his every movement, I would have missed it.
Yourethat Tate, he murmured.
Tate folded his arms. Isnt it your turn now?
Anthonys smile grew challenging. Patra, he said, waiting for Tates reaction.
Tate flicked his gaze around in much more of a pronounced manner. I shifted, too, but in apparent confusion.
What are you guys talking about? I asked.
Nothing you need to worry about, baby, Tate replied, giving my shoulders a reassuring squeeze. Anthony here, uh, works for a competitor of my bosss and theyre both fighting over the same contract. If you ask me, I wouldnt mind if his boss wins it.
Anthony raised a brow. Really? Thats a bold statement to make to a stranger about yourboss.
Lets just say I had a chance to assist your boss before, but I didnt take it, and now I have buyers remorse over what I could have gone home with instead of what I got, Tate said. His posture straightened from a relaxed stance to open defiance.
Anthony must have heard about the part Tate played back at Mencheress house right before it went boom, because he nodded.
What if your mistake could be remedied? I happen to know my boss would be very interested in any information acorporate spycould provide.
Tate smiled. How does your boss reimburse? Because Id want moneyand protection.
Anthony waved a hand. You cant imagine how handsomely my employer rewards those who serve her.
Ill just bet, I thought cynically.Unless, of course, youre talking about the people who serve Patra because shes threatened to kill their family if they dont.
Do you have to talk about business now? I asked, making my voice petulant.
Anthony seemed to notice me for the first time. He gave me a thorough once-over, and there was nothing prepubescent in it. How typical that his first reaction had been to dismiss me because I had a heartbeat.
Whos your friend, Tate?
Kathleen, Tate said, calling me by my middle name. Isnt she gorgeous?
She is, Anthony agreed, moving closer. His eyes glittered. But with those looks, that red hair, and her heartbeat, she reminds me a lot of someone Ive heard of.
There was open challenge in his voice. I gave Anthony my most innocent who, me? look.
I like to role-play, Tate replied with an edge to his tone. So I had Kathleen change her hair color and wear contacts. You got a problem with that?
Anthonys arm whipped out, and he yanked my jeans down over my left hip, then my right one. There was nothing on either but smooth, unmarked skin.
Tate bristled even as I hid a smile.Thats right, buddy. No tattoo anymore. Hurt like hell when Max sliced it off, not that you would have heard about that, but now its absence is coming in handy.