Hard Bitten (11 page)

He was right. Hidden blades were considered a dishonorable way to fight. I heard the question in his voice:
Are you an honorable soldier?

Admittedly, carrying a hidden blade didn’t pass the smell test I’d just told Mallory to use, but what could I do?

“The hidden-blade taboo was made before Celina got a wild hair and decided to out us to the world. I can fight without steel if necessary, but I’d prefer to have backup.” I think I’d proven that point pretty well last night. And to think—only a few months ago, I’d been a graduate student in English lit. Go figure.

“Well put.”

A thought occurred to me. “I can’t tell Ethan I’m visiting a rave alone, and I certainly can’t tell him I’m going with you if you want to keep your RG membership a secret.”

“Maybe you should substitute Noah in the version you tell Ethan.”

Since Noah was the de facto leader of Chicago’s Rogue vampires, that made sense. Of course, I’d still have to lie to Ethan. I wasn’t crazy about that idea, but it wasn’t fair to rely on Jonah and his intel and then out his RG

membership.

“Probably a good idea,” I concluded.

“I’ll give Noah a call and fill him in,” Jonah said. “I’ll see you tonight. Call me if you need anything.”

I said my temporary goodbyes, sincerely hoping I could make it through the next few hours before meeting Jonah without having to call him for help.

Of course, even if I wasn’t calling a vampire for help, I still had to ask a vampire for permission.

The food truck was gone when I returned to the House, and the humans looked tired again.

Ethan probably hadn’t counted on the truck’s second benefit—the post-hot-beef food coma.

I walked past the protesters with a friendly smile and wave, then trotted into the House and headed for Ethan’s first-floor office. I found the door open, the office abuzz with activity.

Helen, the House liaison for newbie vamps, stood in the middle of the room, pink binder in hand, directing the flow of sleek new furniture into Ethan’s office. The room had been mostly emptied after the attack, the bulk of his furniture reduced to matchsticks. But that was being remedied by the men and women—presumably vampires, given Tate’s human-free-House policy—who were carrying in pieces of a gigantic new conference table.

Another vampire I didn’t recognize flitted around, offering suggestions to the movers about furniture placement. Since she wore a nubby pink suit that exactly matched Helen’s, I assumed she was Helen’s assistant.

Ethan sat behind a new desk, his chair pushed back, one ankle crossed over one knee, his gaze on Helen. He watched the two of them work with a mix of amusement and irritation in his expression.

I walked over and noticed the spread of glossy paper on his desk—home-decor catalogs, catering menus, lighting plans. “What’s going on?”

“We’re preparing.”

Hands behind my back, I glanced down at one of the catering menus. “For senior prom? Let me guess—‘A Night Under the Stars’ is your theme.”

Ethan glanced up at me, a line between his eyes. “For the imminent arrival of Darius West.”

That floored me. Darius West was the head of the Greenwich Presidium. Since the GP was headquartered near London, I couldn’t imagine Darius’s arrival in Chicago portended anything good.

That took care of convincing Ethan not to join me and Jonah at the rave tonight. Darius gave me a perfect excuse to keep Jonah in the closet.

But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t take the opportunity to tweak Ethan. “Yet another surprise visit to Cadogan House?”

He kept his voice low. ”As we’ve discussed, Lacey’s visit wasn’t a surprise, although it was somewhat accelerated.” He looked up at me.

“And as we’ve also discussed, you’re the only one I’m interested in.”

I wasn’t up for this conversation in an empty room, much less a room full of vampires, so I changed the subject. “When will our esteemed leader be here?”

“Evidently in two hours.”

I blinked, shocked Ethan wouldn’t get a little more advance notice for the arrival of a man we had to call Sire. “And you’re just discovering this now?”

Ethan wet his lips, irritation crossing his face.

“Darius apparently believed it would be best if he visited the House au naturel, so to speak. No warning meant no time to fake conditions in the House, or some such concern. He wants to see us in our typical home environment.”

“Being the knuckle draggers we usually are?”

He smiled thinly. “As you say. He’s on a plane—has been since before sunset—and will be here relatively shortly. Helen is preparing an evening meal. There are . . . traditions that must be followed.”

“Virgin sacrifice?”

“The finest corn-fed, midwestern beef. In copious amounts for Darius and his entourage.”

That word tightened my stomach. “When you say entourage—”

“I’m not including Celina. He won’t be bringing any other GP members, just his usual traveling staff. He’s already got an advance man in Chicago. They’ll be staying at the Trump.”

“I’m surprised he’s not staying here if he wants to keep an eye on things.”

Ethan scoffed. “The largest room we have available is the consort suite, and Darius’s taste runs to something larger—and more refined.”

I hadn’t developed much respect for the GP in the relatively few months I’d been a vampire; this info wasn’t doing much for my impression of Darius West, either.

Now that he’d explained the furniture shenanigans, it was time to give Ethan a second dose of fun news. I gestured toward Helen and her helpers. “Can I speak to you privately?”

“To discuss?”

“House business.”

He glanced up, meeting my gaze for a moment while gauging my request. “Helen,” he said, his eyes still on me, “could you give us a moment?”

“Of course.” With a smile, she closed her binder. With a twirl of her hand, she rounded up her assistant and the movers.

“You have the floor,” he said when the office door closed behind them.

“First matter of business, my father wants to involve you in some kind of investment. Feel free to call him back or not; I only promised that I’d tell you about it.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “That explains his chipperness at Creeley Creek.”

“My thoughts exactly. As for the other Creeley Creek business, I visited the Ombud’s office. They haven’t heard any chatter about violent episodes.” I steeled my will and offered up the lie I’d prepared. “Since we’ve suspected the raves are operated by Rogues, I called Noah.”

Ethan paused, probably debating whether it was worth the trouble to scold me for making a call to the leader of the Rogue vampires without his permission. But after a moment, he relented.

“Good thinking.”

It was a lie, is what it was. And that did not sit well in my stomach or heart. But it had to be done.

“He called a few minutes ago,” I added. “He was flashmobbed a time and place for some sort of event tonight.”

“A rave?”

I shrugged. “He doesn’t know. He only got time and place. A high-rent place in Streeterville.

Two a.m.”

Ethan pushed back his shirtsleeve and glanced down at his watch. “That’s not much time. And with Darius coming in, I can’t go, and I can’t spare any guards.”

“I know. Noah volunteered to go with me.”

Ethan watched me for a minute. We’d usually, by circumstance, ended up on our various adventures together. This would be a first for me—an escapade with another vampire.

“I’m not crazy about this idea,” he said.

“If Tate’s information is correct, we’re looking at something bigger and nastier than raves—maybe something the raves are evolving into. We have to figure out what it is. If we don’t, you’ll be wearing an orange jumpsuit.”

“I know.” He picked up a black pencil and tapped it absently on the desk before gazing up at me with translucently green eyes. “You’ll be careful?”

“I have no interest in ending up on the wrong end of an aspen stake,” I promised. “And besides, I took two oaths to serve your House. It wouldn’t exactly be kosher of me to skip out just because I was afraid.”

His expression softened sympathetically. “Are you?”

“I prefer to avoid violence.”

“I know the feeling.”

At the sudden knock on the door, we both looked up. Two vamps, unescorted by Helen, stood in the doorway, sharing the weight of a massive marble pedestal.

I glanced at Ethan, eyebrow lifted.

“It belonged to Peter Cadogan,” he dryly explained. “We’ve had it in storage, but Helen thought it would add verve to the room.”

“Far be it from me to disagree.”

“We can move this in?” one of the vamps asked.

Ethan waved them in. “Of course. Thank you.” As they scurried across the floor, marble in hand, he glanced back at me. “Good luck tonight.

Report when you’re back.”

With that, he looked down at his papers, excusing me from his office.

It took me a moment to turn around and head for the door again. It was not that I’d expected a teary goodbye, but we had become de facto partners. I could understand his reticence to talk about raves in front of other vamps, but a few words of wisdom wouldn’t have been amiss. I might have been a soldier, but I was still a newbie one . . . and even vampire soldiers were occasionally frightened.

As much as I loved casual, and as steamy as August had been so far, I knew jeans and a cotton tank top weren’t going to cut it tonight.

We were heading to a rave. At best, it was going to be a party for vamps, and I needed to look the part; at worst, it was going to be a battle of vamps, and I was going to need the protection.

No, tonight was a night for leather. Well, leather pants, at least, since it was much too hot for the full ensemble.

I know, stereotypical vampire. I had that thought every time I pulled the leather out of my closet. But you ask any Harley rider who’s experienced road rash, and he’ll explain why he wears leather. Because it
works
. Steel can slice, and bullets can pierce. Leather makes those things a little harder to get through.

I pulled a longish, flowy, gray tank top from the closet and paired that with the leather pants, then pulled my hair into a high ponytail, leaving a fringe of bangs across my forehead. I skipped the Cadogan medal—I was attempting to fly undercover, after all—but I pulled a long necklace made of strands of pewter-colored beads over the tank. With my black boots, the ensemble looked half-runway, half–party girl. It didn’t scream vampire soldier, which I figured could only help. Element of surprise, and all that.

I slid my dagger, inscribed on one end with my position, into my right boot, then stuck my phone and beeper into a tiny clutch purse. I wouldn’t take the purse or the beeper to the event, but at least I wouldn’t have to carry a handful of gadgets to the car. En masse, they weren’t exactly ergonomic.

I’d just added blush and lip gloss when there was a knock at the door. Luc, I assumed, having been sent upstairs by Ethan for a last-minute strategy session.

“About time,” I said, pulling the door open.

Green eyes stared back at me. Ethan hadn’t sent Luc upstairs; he’d come on his own. He scanned my outfit. “Date night?”

“I’m trying to fit in with the rest of the partygoers,” I reminded him.

“So I see. You’ve got weapons?”

“A dagger in my boot. Anything else would be too obvious.”

The emotion was clear in his eyes, but I needed to stay focused. I kept my voice neutral, my words careful. “I’ll be safe. And Noah will have my back.”

Ethan nodded. “I’ve updated Luc. The guards are all on standby. If you call, they come running, immediately. If you need anything, you call one of them. If anything happens to you—”

“I’m immortal,” I interrupted, reminding him of the biological clock he’d stopped from ticking.

“And I have no interest in taking liberties with my immortality.”

He nodded, regret in his eyes. That look made it seem he was seeking a discussion between two lovers, not between boss and employee. Maybe he did have feelings for me. Real ones, unbound by obligation or position. But even if I was interested in pursuing that lead, now was not the time. I had a task to perform.

But before I could remind him of that and send him on his way, he cupped my face in his hands.

“You will be careful.” It was an order that brooked no argument. That was convenient, since words failed me.

“You will be careful,” he repeated, “and you will stay in touch with me, Luc, or Catcher.

Darius will be here, so Malik and I may be indisposed. Get in contact with whomever you can. Take no unnecessary risks.”

“I promise I wasn’t planning on it. Not because you asked me to,” I hastily added, “but because I like being alive.”

He clearly wasn’t dissuaded, and stroked my jawline with his thumb. “You can run. You can keep running to the ends of the earth. But I won’t be far behind you.”

“Ethan—”

“No. I will never be far behind you.” He tipped up my chin so that I could do nothing else but look back into his eyes. “Do the things you need to do. Learn to be a vampire, to be a warrior, to be the soldier you are capable of being. But consider the possibility that I made a mistake I regret—and that I’ll continue to regret that mistake and try to convince you to give me another chance until the earth stops turning.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead, my heart melting even as my more rational side harbored suspicions.

“No one said love was easy, Sentinel.”

And then he was gone and the door was closed again, leaving me standing there, dumbfounded, staring at it.

What was I supposed to do with that?

HUMAN

T
he Chicago Water Tower sat like a wedding-cake topper in the middle of Magnificent Mile. It had survived the Great Fire, and now it served as a symbol of the city—and a background for tourist photographs.

Jonah leaned against the stone railing beside the steps into the building in trim jeans and a silvery button-up, his gaze on the phone in his hands. His hair was loose around a face that might have been carved by Michelangelo himself—if Michelangelo had sculpted a man who had looked like an Irish god. Perfect cheekbones, thin nose, square jaw, and long almond-shaped blue eyes framed by locks of his auburn hair.