Blood Rights (32 page)

Dominic flexed his hands into fists, then gripped the arms of his chair. ‘This is your fault. If not for you and that ring—’

‘This is not her fault.’ Suddenly, Mal’s casual sprawl took on a predatory tension. He bent his head, gaze arrowed in on Dominic. ‘She could not have predicted what has happened. If you’re not going to help, say so. The sun will be up any minute.’

Dominic laughed with the prickly air of superiority. ‘The sun’s been up for half an hour. I pump certain
things
into the air system to suppress the internal clock.’

‘Vampires don’t breathe,’ Mal said.

‘It gets in through the skin.’ Dominic looked at Chrysabelle. ‘Why not just give Tatiana this ring?’

‘That’s the plan right now. Although … ’

Mal nodded. ‘Tell him.’

‘Tatiana wants to break the covenant. If this ring has anything to do with that … ’ Chrysabelle shook her head. ‘I don’t want to stand idly by and let her have her way either.’

If the news shocked Dominic, he didn’t show it. ‘She won’t break the covenant.’ He threw his hands up. ‘
Maronna,
the chaos it would unleash.’

‘She will, and you’re an idiot if you think otherwise.’ Chrysabelle rose and paced to the French doors. Anger flooded her veins, tightened her jaw and neck and shoulders. She forced a modicum of calm into her body before speaking again. ‘We’re wasting time. Maris is out there and needs our help.’

Dominic stood, shoving the ornate throne back across the floor with a loud scrape. Mal tensed, but Dominic’s attention belonged to Chrysabelle. ‘You will not talk to me that way.’

Mal unfolded to a standing position and slowly rolled his
shoulders, a move that held a remarkable amount of menace. ‘She’ll talk to you any damn way she pleases. She knows these nobles and what they’re capable of better than either one of us. Are you going to help or not?’

Dominic pressed a button on his desk and spoke into a receiver. ‘Send Mortalis in.’ Then he answered Mal. ‘I will help in whatever way I can. Your comarré may not know this, but I loved her aunt very much. For Marissa I willingly turned my back on the House of St. Germain and became anathema, leaving with her after she won libertas.’

Chrysabelle saw Dominic with new eyes. ‘You’re the one Maris went through libertas for?’

‘Yes. I nursed her back to health, made money whatever way I could to provide for her. I did what I had to do, because I loved her. I still do.’

Chrysabelle snorted. ‘You’ve got a strange way of showing it.’

Dominic’s gaze steeled. ‘
Ogni moneta ha due facce.
Every coin has two faces. Perhaps you should ask your aunt what happened between us before you judge me.’

‘I’ll do that. If I ever see her again.’

A knock sounded, but not in the direction of the door they’d come through.

‘Come,’ Dominic called.

From the opposite side of the room, a new door opened. Mortalis strolled through and stopped beside Dominic’s desk. He nodded at Mal, then gave his attention over to Dominic.

‘Two noble vampires kidnapped Maris. They may have Nothos with them; we know they had at least one. We need to find them and get Maris back.’

‘I’ll start with the known safe houses, work from there.’ An
unsettling smile broke over Mortalis’s face. He stroked one horn. ‘A Nothos, eh? Now that’s the kind of fight I like.’

What did Dominic have on the shadeux to get him to obey so readily? Chrysabelle looped her fingers through the sacre’s strap. ‘I thought you said the sun was up?’

‘It is,’ Dominic said.

She tipped her chin at Mortalis. ‘Then what good is he?’

Mortalis strummed his fingers over the hilt of a black-handled blade tucked into his belt. ‘The common belief that shadeux cannot abide sunlight is false. We cannot be
seen
when the sun rules the sky, but we may certainly travel beneath its rays.’ His six fingers stopped strumming and gripped the hilt. ‘You’d be wise to keep that knowledge to yourself.’

She filed the nugget of info away. ‘You don’t scare me, shadeux. You don’t instill trust in me either. I’m going with you.’

Mal grabbed her arm. ‘No, you’re not. That’s exactly what these vampires want is to draw you out. You’ll stay here until Mortalis gets back. Based on what he finds, we’ll reassess.’

Dominic kept quiet, but Mortalis laughed softly. ‘Well done, vampire. You may learn to control her yet.’

She opened her mouth, but Mal spun her around to face him before she could respond to the fae. She glared at Mal. ‘My aunt needs me.’

‘She needs you alive.’ Something in his eyes and the tone of his voice softened her temper. But that was foolish, wasn’t it? That look in his eyes was nothing more than the need for sleep, exacerbated by the sun’s rise and too little rest over the past few days. One draught of her blood did not a whole vampire make. Nor, without question, had it created any sort of empathy in him for her.

She jerked her arm away. ‘Fine.’ She looked at Dominic. ‘I want a report the instant he gets back.’

Mortalis ignored her and spoke to Dominic. ‘I will return as soon as I can.’

As the shadeux left, Dominic came around from behind the desk. ‘You might as well sleep until he returns, Malkolm. There is nothing else you can do. Come. I have a room you may use. It’s safe. We’re several stories underground on this level.’

‘Fine.’ Mal held out his arm, indicating Chrysabelle should go ahead of him. So lack of sleep made him more human? Or was he putting on a show for Dominic?

They followed Dominic out of the office by the door through which Mortalis had entered, then down a long hall. Finally, Dominic stopped at a door near the middle of the corridor. He twisted a brass key in the lock, then opened the door. ‘I’ll let you know as soon as Mortalis has returned. Chrysabelle, I’ll have food brought up for you shortly.’

She crossed her arms. ‘I’m not staying in there with him.’

Already inside, Mal looked around the room but not back at her. ‘Yes, you are. It’s not safe for you in the club alone.’

Dominic nodded. ‘He’s right. It might not be safe for my guests either.’ He glanced at the red strap crossing her chest. ‘That’s Marissa’s sacre, is it not?’

‘Yes,’ Chrysabelle whispered. What memories swirled in that brain of his?

If his eyes seemed oddly liquid, it was only for a moment. ‘I will find her and I will punish those responsible for taking her. Marissa earned her freedom once. She will not do it alone again.’ He tipped his head toward the door. ‘In. Please,
cara mia
.’

‘I’m not Maris. Your pretty words mean nothing to me.’ She
curled her lip at him as she reluctantly stepped over the threshold. ‘If he eats me, it’s on your head.’

Dominic pursed his lips. ‘My head? His skin, you mean.’ Dominic winked and shut the door firmly. A second later, a small snick followed.

Chrysabelle tried the knob. ‘He locked us in. That pompous old—’

‘What did you expect? You snuffed one of his patrons.’ Mal’s voice held a shade of humor.

She whirled. ‘Are you serious? You think he locked us in because of me? You’re the one they all want to fight. I was protecting you.’

‘Protecting me?’ The humor disappeared. ‘Bloody hell. You’re not just annoying, you’re also delusional.’ He threw his hands up and walked away to sit on the king-size four-poster bed. He bounced a few times, testing the mattress, then pushed back, swung his legs up, and lay down. He crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. ‘I’m not one of those vampires that sleeps like I’m dead.’

‘And I care how you sleep because?’

He opened one eye. ‘Because I tend to wake up in attack mode.’

‘Whatever.’ She shivered, clasping her wrists to feel the blades secured there. ‘Just so you don’t wake up hungry.’

Both eyes stayed shut. ‘I always wake up hungry.’

A
flicker of sensation darted through the blackness cradling Tatiana. She shifted, and it was gone.

Another flicker. Stronger. Pounding. A voice. ‘Mistress.’

She struggled to shed the coma of daysleep, but it clamped down on her like a drug. She waded through the thick morass masquerading as her brain and found enough energy to mumble, ‘What?’

Then the stench of brimstone hit her.

The Nothos.

‘Shall I return later?’

‘No.’ With new determination, she fought through the fog and pulled herself upright. The wall clock showed she’d been down barely two hours. Not enough, but it would have to do. Grabbing the headboard, she lurched to her feet. Mikkel remained motionless, as deep in daysleep as a corpse in death. She stumbled toward the door until she leaned against it, fighting the urge to close her eyes.

‘What is it?’ Bloodlust cramped her muscles. The kine last night had done little to assuage the heightened thirst that had
accompanied her new power. She should have brought her comar along, but the fewer who knew of this trip, the better.

‘Mistress, I have the remnant.’

‘Is the plane secure?’ She snatched her robe and hastily tied it on. Not the best attire for what was sure to be another bloody interrogation, but this shouldn’t take long.

‘Yes.’

Tatiana retrieved a set of earplugs and fitted them in before easing the door open. The Nothos stood in the center of the cabin, slightly bent to keep its head from touching the ceiling. The dim lighting made a cartoon of its grotesque form. The remnant dangled from its fist, her six-fingered hands secured at the wrists with iron shackles to bind her powers. Suddenly, Tatiana felt very awake. She pulled the earplugs free.

‘Drop her and strip her silver.’

The Nothos released her and the girl collapsed in a heap upon the carpet. It reached down, hooked its claws beneath the glittering chains skirting her neck, and yanked the links free. Wisps of smoke trailed off its skin. It growled softly but kept on until the remnant’s ears, wrists, fingers, and navel were decontaminated. Lastly, it removed the two etched bands circling the ends of her horns. After depositing the offensive metal into a bin, the Nothos bowed slightly, lacerated palms up, then walked backward until it exited the plane.

Tatiana fought the urge to smile. This would be most enjoyable. She bent over the tangle of blue-gray skin and lean muscle cowering on the floor and traced a finger down one of the girl’s slim horns. Blood welled from the scratches and tears in the hybrid’s skin where the silver had once been. Fresh need clawed Tatiana’s throat, but she’d never stooped to feed from a remnant before, and she was not about to start.

She rapped a nail against the horn. A circle of tarnish shadowed where the silver adornment had sat. The girl’s gaze was empty of emotion. Almost dead. ‘You do not fear me?’

The girl’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. Her fingers moved, fluttering against each other like dying moths.

‘Ah yes, that’s right. You’re a mute, aren’t you?’ Tatiana sighed. ‘You mongrels are such a bother. Yes or no questions it is.’

She seized the girl by the horn and jerked her up until her feet came off the carpet. Tatiana’s robe ruffled against her legs with the sudden movement. ‘Lie to me, and I’ll kill you. Understood?’

The remnant stayed still. Perhaps she realized Tatiana planned to kill her anyway.

‘Very well. Let’s begin, shall we?’ Tatiana tossed her into one of the seats bordering the cabin and brushed her hands off. ‘I’m looking for a rogue comarré and the vampire that’s helping her. Have you seen—’

‘Mistress!’ The Nothos’s voice screeched like a bird of prey’s. It bounded back into the cabin. ‘We have company.’

‘So deal with it.’

‘Yes, mist—’ A silver dagger lodged in its windpipe. Blood and smoke leaked from the edges of the Nothos’s stretched mouth. It yanked the blade free, then gargled, ‘Shadeux,’ before leaping out of the cabin.

Shadeux fae.
Tatiana rushed to the door. The Nothos grappled with an unseen force, its head snapping back, its punches finding only air. Bloody bollocks. She reached to shut the door, then thought again. She needed more than a closed door to slow the intruder down. Scooping up the discarded silver blade, she ignored its searing heat, hauled the remnant up by her hair, and plunged the weapon into the girl’s chest. The remnant jerked, her mouth gaping in a silent cry of pain.