Belladonna (43 page)

Now someone followed him, intent on robbing him. Maybe would even hit him over the head and leave him bleeding in the gutter, alone and helpless until the constables made their rounds and noticed His wife scoffed when he mentioned such things, telling him fear was the only thief that visited, robbing him of his peace of mind. Then she would suggest he take a cab home if he worried about walking the streets after dark, especially on the nights when he carried a packet to put in the home safe. As if he would squander good coin for a horse and driver, except in foul weather, when only a few blocks separated shop and home.

But ... Those footfalls. Those sly steps following him. Were they getting closer? Should he run? Only two more blocks and he would be home, safe behind his doors and locks.

Where were the constables? Shouldn't they be walking their beat? Why was he paying all those taxes for their wages if they weren't around to stop an honest man from being beaten and robbed?

And it
did
happen, despite what his wife said. It didn't matter that he didn't know anyone personally who had been robbed.

He didn't want to be the first of his acquaintance to have the experience.

But he might be the first. Maybe even tonight.

His heart pounded. His breath came in pants as he rounded the corner and saw the welcoming lights of his home — and the lights in the houses of his neighbors, who would all come to the rescue of one of their fellows because, like him, they were all good, hard-working, honest people.

Those footsteps were getting closer, hurrying now as if the thief sensed how close his prey was to safety.

Emboldened by his surroundings and knowing his shouts would bring a quick response, he spun around to confront his pursuer.

And saw nothing but shadows.

A darker shadow among the shadows, It watched the little man scurry into his house, almost glowing with the Light of happiness.

Time and the repeated feeding of the same fear were required to create something like the bonelovers or the death rollers, and while It could create access points for humans to stumble into, even lethal creatures were at a disadvantage in a city.

But this delightful fear of a phantom predator. This didn't require one of Its creatures, didn't require an access point that would be noticed and, possibly, reported to whatever Landscaper provided the bedrock for this part of the city. This predator could be nurtured in dozens of hearts through the twilight of waking dreams — something that, when manifested, was nothing more than sounds and a glimpse of something lurking in the shadows, not quite seen. A phantom that did nothing more than nurture fear. Except when
It
did the hunting. Then there would be blood and pain and terror. But perhaps not death. Not always death. Because the ones who survived would be crippled by fear, would smear the streets with those feelings and help smother the Light.

A phantom predator.

Could changing this part of Kendall into a dark hunting ground really be that easy?

Yesssss

Doreen looked out the window of her room at the boardinghouse. It was a respectable location for a single lady, the cabbie had assured her. And it
was
respectable. Gentility on a strict budget. The room was clean, as were the sheets, but the quality of the furniture and linens was little better than what she'd had at home. And she wanted more. So much more.
Deserved
more. She'd always thought the Magician would be her meal ticket out of Foggy Downs. She'd even been willing to give him sex in exchange for taking her with him on the road. Not that the bastard had appreciated the offer.

She wouldn't have stayed with Michael. Stay with a man who didn't have two coins to rub together half the time? Oh, no. She wasn't interested in someone who couldn't buy her pretty things.

In the end, though, the Magician
had
been her meal ticket. If she'd known accusing him of being what he was would get Shaney mad enough to empty the till to pay for her coach passage out of Foggy Downs, she would have made the accusation long ago.

It had embarrassed Shaney's wife beyond shaming that everyone in the village, even the most pinch-penny among them, had tossed a coin or two into a hat to help with expenses. Some of the shops had donated toiletries or other bits and pieces for "luck on the journey."

She wasn't fooled for a tinker's minute. They'd rather be rid of her, who lived and worked among them, than chance having the
Magician
avoid the village on his wanderings.

So be it. It had gotten her here, hadn't it? A boardinghouse around the docks would have let her squeeze out her coins a bit longer, but she wouldn't find the kind of man she was looking for around the docks. She wasn't interested in humping behind the shed anymore. That had never gotten her more than winks added to a generous tip, which she'd more than earned with most of those dolts. No, she would rind a gentleman who would appreciate her beauty and set her up in style with a little house of her own and fine clothes.

Before she had to pinch her pennies, she would find a man who would give her what she deserved.

*

Michael raised his mug and took a healthy swallow of ale. Crossing over from Sanctuary to the Den of Iniquity was a jolt for mind and heart — more so, he figured, than a person would experience coming from an ordinary place like Aurora or Kendall or even Foggy Downs. The Den and Sanctuary both made him want to take out his whistle and play along with the music he could hear in the land, but the tunes were
so
different.

As were the men who lived in those places. He glanced at the table where Yoshani was talking to Nadia and her husband Jeb, then looked at the man sitting at the table with him.

"So when do we have this strategy session?" Michael asked.

"When Glorianna gets done primping and decides to join us," Sebastian replied, giving him an edgy look out of those sharp green eyes.

Time to change the subject, since he really didn't want Sebastian thinking too long or too hard about why Glorianna might be primping. If primping was, indeed, the reason she'd asked Sebastian for the key to his room in the bordello.

Primping was good, wasn't it? It meant a woman wanted to attract a man. Or arouse a man. Or ... Maybe he should borrow the room key and do a little primping himself if ... He looked into Sebastian's eyes and knew it was
really
time to think about something besides primping and Glorianna and what could be done behind locked doors in a bordello.

So he focused on Teaser, who seemed to be having some kind of "discussion" with Lynnea.

"What's he doing?" Michael asked, raising his chin to indicate the pair, who looked like they were going to start throwing more than words at any moment.

Sebastian glanced at his wife and friend. "He's learning how to be more human."

Michael cocked his head but he was only catching the tone and not the actual words. "Sounds like a cranky older brother to me."

Sebastian gave him a bland look. "He's learning how to be human." He waited until Michael was swallowing a mouthful of ale before adding, "He's using you as a role model."

"Ripe bastard," Michael said when he stopped choking.

Sebastian bared his teeth in an insincere smile. Then his expression froze. His eyes heated. He pushed back his chair — and Lee dropped into the other chair at the table and said, "Mother says if you do the stupid thing you're thinking of doing, you will have to apologize three times to every woman in our family — and the apologies will include flowers, candy, and groveling —

before there is even a chance of you being forgiven."

"But ..." A noise rumbled up from Sebastian's chest that didn't sound remotely human. "Did she explain —"

"She's my mother and your auntie," Lee said. "She doesn't need to explain anything."

Since Sebastian looked ready to choke, Michael focused on the street to figure out what had caused that reaction. All he saw was Glorianna.

All
he saw was Glorianna.

A dark skirt and a dark jacket with embroidery at the neckline and cuffs. A light shirt. Her hair up in a simple knot. Lovely to look at on the surface. But under the lady-attending-a-luncheon clothes, she moved as Woman. Potent. Primal. Sexual.

"Lady's mercy," he whispered. Then he looked beyond her, though it pained him to take his eyes off her as she crossed the street and moved toward him — and saw what had set Sebastian on edge.

Saw the difference between human men and incubi.

The human men, coming to the Den for something more tasty than the women they knew, glanced at Glorianna and looked away, seeing someone too much like them to be of interest. The incubi stopped in their tracks, entranced by the prey. This was the kind of woman whose emotions and desires would be a feast for them, whether they were dream lovers or physical lovers.

Then she got to the edge of the courtyard and looked back at them, and they realized who — and that — she was. All of them scurried away, nervous now about showing interest in Belladonna, who might not find their interest appealing.

"What's wrong with them?" Glorianna asked, turning back to the table. The tiny frown line between her eyes deepened as she studied Sebastian. "What's wrong with you?"

"He swallowed something that didn't agree with him," Michael said, keeping his face bland but letting his voice ring with amusement. Which was a fine bit of work since just looking at her stirred up a messy stew of wants and needs that were neither bland nor amusing.

"Watch your step, Magician," Sebastian growled. "We paid the Merry Makers two goats for you, which is something we can rectify by giving you back to be the second course."

"Sebastian,"
Glorianna sounded shocked.

Lee popped out of his chair, slipped an arm around her waist, and herded her away from the table. "Philo set up some food inside. Thought we'd prefer to keep this discussion private. Let's round up the others."

Michael pushed his chair back, intending to follow Glorianna and Lee.

"Sit," Sebastian said quietly, watching the others head for the indoor dining room.

"But ..." Michael said.

"Sit."

Teaser, being the last one to reach the door, glanced back at them. Before Michael could decide if he was or wasn't going to ignore the command, he was helped to his feet by Sebastian grabbing a fistful of his shirt and hauling him up.

"Not here," Sebastian said, the threat in no way softened by the fact that it was said quietly. Especially when Michael was getting an odd, buzzy tingling in his skin where Sebastian's fist rested against his chest. "Not on my ground. Sooner or later, she'll invite you to her bed, and nothing I say will change that. But there's something about you, Magician. Threat and promise. I don't know why that's so, but it is."

"Are you saying we're enemies?" Michael asked, wondering how well ill-wishing would work on an incubus.

"Not yet," Sebastian said, releasing Michael's shirt. "Maybe we'll even end up friends."

The first thought — "not likely" — got swallowed as he listened to the music that made up Sebastian.

It's possible,
Michael thought, surprised by how appealing the idea was.

A friendship between them was possible — at least until Sebastian discovered that he really was a threat.

As soon as they got into the dining room, Glorianna pulled Lee away from the others. "What's
wrong
with him?" She wanted to shout, so the effort to keep her voice low enough for the conversation to remain private strained her throat muscles.

"Don't know Michael well enough to say," Lee replied.

"Not Michael.
Sebastian"
Could her brother really be
that obtuse? "He just threatened to give a human to the Merry Makers to
eat'."

Lee shrugged. "I'm sure he was just teasing."

No, he wasn't
—
and neither are you.
Lee had gotten along with Michael during the journey to the White Isle, and had even developed a fledgling friendship. But liking a man and trusting him weren't the same thing, and there was only one reason she could think of— that Lee would know about — that would give her brother an excuse to look away if trouble started.

Since she couldn't hit him without her mother getting involved, she slapped with words. "I'm sorry if this is a shock to you, but I've had sex before. Michael wouldn't be my first lover."

He slapped back. "He's the first one you brought home."

"We're not home."

"Think again, Glorianna. The man was sitting at a table with your cousin. Your mother and brother were nearby. This place belongs to family. If that's not bringing him home, then what is?"

She didn't have an answer to that. Wasn't sure he was entitled to an answer. Wasn't even sure ...

No, she was sure about that. Michael was an attractive man, and judging by his kisses, would be a pleasing sex partner. Then there was that blend of the wistful, stray puppy look he sometimes got in his eyes combined with a practicality born of being self-sufficient that intrigued her. He wanted love, wanted
to
love.

And he had the answer, already knew what might be done to stop the Eater of the World. But he wasn't going to tell her.