Frostbound

Chapter 7.

Lore looked unimpressed. "You"re on the run. I found you with a b.l.o.o.d.y corpse. You use a knife with considerable skill. You"re something more than you"re saying."

He turned and opened a drawer in a tall dresser. From where she was chained, Talia couldn"t see what was in the drawer, but heard the sc.r.a.pe of metal on wood. When Lore turned back, he had another set of silver handcuffs in his hand.

Talia scrambled backward, squeezing herself into the corner where the bed met the wall. "What do you think you"re doing?"

"Extra insurance."

She jerked at the chain with frustration. "d.a.m.n you, leave me alone!"



"It was your choice, me or the police."

Lore reached over her, his big body stretching easily over the wide mattress. Talia shrank against the pillows as his face came too close to hers. She could smell that burnt chemical scent on his clothes again. Beneath it was the musky scent of man-except it wasn"t. It was richer. Darker. h.e.l.lhound. The hair on her neck ruffled. Must be the demon blood, because Mrs. McCready"s c.o.c.kapoo never smelled that good.

But there was no way she was letting him chain her other hand. His face drew close to hers, a mixture of caution and determination in his dark eyes. She flexed her fingers, calculating the angle between Lore"s nose and the heel of her hand. With enough force, the right blow could knock him out. The squishy mattress would cost her momentum, but she was willing to give it-him-a shot.

d.a.m.n! He antic.i.p.ated her move, his hand rising to block her, so at the last second she changed angles and went for his holster. Lore solved the problem by dropping on top of her, pinning her under his weight. Suddenly her nose was buried in his hair, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s crushed under his broad, strong chest.

"Get off me!" she hissed into his ear. His neck was right there, pulse pounding like forbidden candy. She"d heard some vamps liked demon blood.

Talia felt the strength in his body, the stretch and pull of muscle under cloth. She tensed, wanting the freedom to fight but only meeting a solid wall of h.e.l.lhound wherever she moved. Lore grabbed her right wrist. Nuts! She cried out, the sound plaintive.

He stopped moving and simply held her there, their faces a breath apart. His eyes were so dark, there was almost no distinction between the iris and pupil.

"Are you going to be good?" he growled.

Talia squeezed her eyes shut. "Please don"t cuff my other hand. You don"t need to. I can"t break free."

Her voice cracked, finally giving way to the terror of the situation. She was too young a vampire to break the silver cuffs, and not nearly as strong as a h.e.l.lhound. She might as well have still been human.

Helplessness brought back bad, bad memories.

"Do you promise to be good?" This time the question was gentler.

She nodded, hating herself for her eagerness. "Yes. Yes, of course."

She was lying. He had to know that. It was the first duty of a prisoner to escape-even if she had no idea in the world how she was going to do it.

He rose up on hands and knees. Talia was trapped beneath him, caged by his limbs. The feel of his warm hands still clung to her skin. His touch had been businesslike. Appropriate, if chaining up a woman ever could be described that way-yet now there was something in his expression as he stared down at her, the second set of cuffs still dangling from his hand. Something other.

The look pinned her like a stake.

She resisted the urge to curl into a ball, an instinctive urge to cover her vulnerable parts. He was looking at her as if he"d just decided she might be good to eat-in more ways than one. Worse, she wanted to respond.

Talia swallowed hard, putting all her defiance into her eyes. Refusing to cave.

"Bad dog!"

Chapter 7.

Bad dog?

She had no idea.

Prophets spare me.

Lore banged into the stairwell and began running back to the fifteenth floor, taking the steps two and three at a bound. It had been a long night, but acute frustration made up for the bite of fatigue. His nerves were sparking like a faulty wire.

There was a human saying about heat and kitchens, and Lore was beating a retreat before he did something incredibly stupid. That vampiress-possibly murderess-was hot enough to set his fur on fire. When he"d had her pinned to the bed, every cell in his being had sat up and begged.

Definitely not something any h.e.l.lhound should be thinking about, much less an Alpha. Hounds lived by a set of rules millennia old, and those rules said that no hound looked outside the pack for pleasure. They just didn"t. For one thing, if they did stray, they couldn"t lie about it afterward.

That was awkward, to say the least.

Lore stopped on a landing, breathing hard and glowering at the scuff marks on the wall. His skin felt p.r.i.c.kly, as if he"d been standing next to a glowing furnace. Thinking about the vampire"s slender body made it worse. He"d had to walk away without even taking the time to put on the second set of cuffs. Feeling her struggle brought out the urge to pin her down. Taste her. Take her.

The memory turned the tingling in his skin to an outright itch.

Maybe he was allergic. After all, she was as different from him as another creature could be: a vampire, a rogue alienated from her sire, and on the run from a crime. The very thing orderly, family-driven pack structure despised.

Moreover, Lore was the serious, down-to-business leader, the one voted least likely to cut loose and have fun. Now, here he had gone and handcuffed a babe to his bedpost. Whatever seed of chaos had infected the vamp-on-the-run was apparently contagious, and now it was crawling through his system.

Bad dog. Who talked to a h.e.l.lhound like that? In a very, very unwise corner of his soul, he found it hilarious. He started up the stairs again, more slowly this time. His footfalls echoed like a giant"s.

He should turn her over to the law. She wasn"t h.e.l.lhound business. And how was he going to decide whether or not she had killed her cousin? He was an enforcer, not a detective. He had other priorities, such as Helver and whatever other whelps were digging their way into trouble. Furthermore, there was that something haunting the night and burning down buildings.

Something he thought might be the result of necromancy. That kind of sorcery required a death, and usually a violent one.

Maybe the murdered girl was part of it all. Maybe his pretty prisoner was guilty as sin.

Lore reached the fifteenth floor and cautiously pushed open the stairway door. He"d heard the sirens earlier and, for the second time that night, he found himself on the fringes of a crime scene. The hair on the back of his neck ruffled, his territorial instincts roused by so many strange males in his building.

Uniformed police officers stood outside suite fifteen-twenty-four. A knot of official-looking men crowded the doorway, backlit by the flash of a camera taking multiple shots inside the condo. Someone was asking for security tapes of the front door. Lore knew the man was out of luck. The building was old, and with few thefts there had been no need to add cameras-until now.

"Stop right there," said one of the uniforms, holding up a hand. He was young and beefy, his features unfinished-looking.

Lore stopped, giving the cop the blank face hounds used with outsiders-except, for some reason, his vampire. She was like a sudden brain fever, making him behave in unusual ways. Perhaps keeping her in his bedroom was a really bad idea. He could almost hear Perry saying, "Ya think?"

"Crime scene," said the uniform. "Move on, please."

"What happened?" Lore asked, wondering how much the cops would be willing to say.

"Never mind. Move along."

"Wait." One of the other cops turned around. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Lore recognized Baines.

"Detective," Lore said, erasing all emotion from his voice.

Baines hooked a thumb in his belt, narrowing his eyes as he walked toward Lore. His face was set, like someone had chipped it out of petrified wood. "Okay. I"ll bite. Why am I seeing you at two different crime scenes in one night?"

"I live in the building."

Baines missed a beat when he heard that. A split second of surprise. "A h.e.l.lhound? Here? This condominium is about as white-bread human as it gets."

"I lease from a friend." Who was a demon, but that was another story.

"Interesting."

"I pay my utilities. I keep my TV volume at a reasonable level. I help the little old ladies put up their Christmas lights. There"ve been no complaints." Lore let the slightest edge of annoyance creep into his words.

Baines recovered his cop face. "Uh-huh. Don"t play the poor-little-monster card with me. If a guy wants to spend part of his time running around on four legs, why the h.e.l.l should the cops care? If that guy is dragging a dismembered leg in his jaws, then I"ll get excited."

Lore felt his eyebrows lifting in surprise. This was an att.i.tude he hadn"t encountered before. He liked it.

The detective remained expressionless. "What brings you to this floor?"

"I heard the sirens. I was curious to see what was going on."

Baines flipped open his notebook and turned to a fresh page. "There were two women living here. Do you know either of them?"

"I know one was named Mich.e.l.le." So far he was telling the truth. That didn"t mean he had to say everything.

"Mich.e.l.le Faulkner was murdered tonight. There was someone else living here, a Talia Rostova. A near lookalike to Faulkner, to go by the driver"s license. Who is she, besides a vampire?"

Talia Rostova. So that was her name. It swirled in his mind like an exotic c.o.c.ktail. "A cousin, I think. I don"t know for sure."

"They have any visitors?"

"None that I saw, but I live on six."

"Any idea where this Talia is now?"

Lore hesitated, trying to think his way around the direct question. Baines gave him a suspicious look.

"Hey, Baines," one of the other officers called. "There"s a drawing on the wall. Looks like gang s.h.i.t."

"Take pictures," said Baines to the other cop. "See what the boys back at the office can make of it. Not that they know squat about supernatural crimes." He turned to Lore. "Anything going on with the Spookytown gangs?"

"The Dark Hand tried to infiltrate Fairview. They didn"t succeed." Under Caravelli"s direction, the hounds had made short work of those vampires.

Baines grunted. "I remember that."

Lore saw his chance to get into the condo again before every trace of scent was trampled away. He hadn"t had much of a chance to check it out before Talia had burst from the kitchen. "I may recognize your drawing. I know the neighborhood and its people."

"This is a crime scene. You"re not a cop."

Lore could feel the man"s suspicion like a physical touch. He shrugged, keeping his face neutral. "You"re in charge here, but I might see something you won"t."

And I"ve got the suspect you really want chained to my bed.

Interestingly enough, though, Baines was considering a range of suspects and not just the vampire roommate. It improved Lore"s opinion of the man.

The detective studied him for a moment. Beneath the wariness, Lore sensed a lot of curiosity. "Like what?"

"If you"re dealing with graffiti, I can help. Vampires are big on signs and symbols. Do you know which vampires belong to which clan, and which monarchs claim ownership of them?"

Baines shrugged. "I know Queen Omara demands the loyalty of any vampire living here."

"There are things she doesn"t know."

"And you do?"

Again, an image of Talia flashed through his mind. "I have my nose to the ground."

"You a snitch?"

"I keep order."

"I thought that was Alessandro Caravelli"s job. He"s the peacekeeper in Spookytown."

"He hires my pack from time to time. Right now, I"m his vacation relief." Lore gave a slight smile at the phrase. It was just so wonderfully, mundanely human.

After a long moment, Baines gave a small nod. "Okay. Maybe you should take a look at what we"ve got in there." He glanced toward the open door to the condo. "Put some of those booties over your shoes."

Lore obeyed, barely fitting the protective covers over his long feet. Playing along with the humans" rules irked him, but at this point he"d take answers wherever he could get them. He"d hoped for more information from the hounds who questioned the crowd at the fire, but they"d come up empty. Helver had given the most detailed account.

After leaving the scene of the fire, Lore had found the pup and made him explain himself again. And again. Lore was taking his time to invent an appropriate punishment for stealing the campaign money. He was still too angry to think straight, and it wouldn"t hurt Helver to stew a little.

Unfortunately, the young idiot hadn"t had anything useful to add to the story. No sight, sound, or scent of an intruder. Lore guessed the fire had been ignited from a distance. Definitely sorcery, probably necromancy. Maybe a warlock, demon or vampire. Big, thick spell books required the patience of an immortal.

He walked behind Baines, taking in the scene. It was crowded with officers and hot with all the lights in the place turned on. The brightness showed everything in lurid colors. Lore had watched enough crime dramas to know they could tell a lot from the way blood splattered during a murder.

The walls and ceiling had a lot to say.

h.e.l.lhounds knew death intimately. They were predators, and they"d been preyed upon in the prison where Lore had grown up. He"d seen enslavement, torture, and cruelty for the sake of pleasure, and yet the sight of Mich.e.l.le"s body made his chest burn with sadness. She"d been a slight woman, her shattered body reminding him of a fallen bird. Slashes seamed her skin where she"d tried to fend off her attacker. The neck was a gory mess, clumsily hacked apart. Lore prayed she"d been unconscious by the time that happened.

The vampires executed their own with swords. Those wounds were, by comparison, precise. Lore guessed the killer had used something that required a lot of cuts-a dagger or a knife.

The camera kept flashing, the bursts of light setting Lore"s nerves on edge.

The police had left the head where they had found it, apart from the body. The eyes were half-open, the lips slack. Lore turned away from the waxy face. It was far too much like Talia"s.

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