31.
Four hours after his visit to the Quarter, Dmitri finished his call with Astaad"s second-who had the bad taste to be sleeping with Michaela, but was otherwise sane-and walked up to the roof. He and Raphael needed to discuss the upcoming meeting with the vampire leaders.
As he"d predicted, the bloodl.u.s.t had begun to cool the instant the order rippled through the vampire community. Seven of the leaders had contacted him already, the tremor in their voices barely hidden. "Please tell the sire I have taken care of the problem," had been the message of each, though the exact words may have differed.
It was too little too late. What Raphael needed from Dmitri was to know the names of the worst offenders, the ones who had encouraged the lack of discipline through their own actions or inaction. It hadn"t taken Dmitri long to gather that information, not with the reports recently filed by Trace and Janvier, as well as input from Illium about the Made who wielded the most authority over others.
Dmitri had also had a long and interesting conversation with Adele that had clarified certain matters. She might refuse to join the Tower officially, but Adele"s loyalties were unquestionable-and she knew as well as he did that punishment could not be avoided once the crime had been committed. While Raphael wasn"t capricious or brutal without cause, he was also ruthless when it came to maintaining order in his territory.
Bloodl.u.s.t equaled carnage. It would never be acceptable.
However, when Dmitri exited out into the gla.s.sed-in enclosure that housed the elevator, he was surprised to find Naasir and Elena on the other side. They were using the flat surface of the roof as a training ground and going at each other no holds barred. No, he thought after a second glance, that wasn"t true. Naasir wasn"t moving with anywhere near his ordinary speed.
It wasn"t because he"d been injured that morning-the wound had looked bad, but was comparatively minor relative to Naasir"s age and strength. No, it was because the two of them were still gauging each other"s strength.
"She calls him a tiger creature."
Dmitri turned to the archangel who"d come up behind him. Raphael didn"t use the elevators, so he had to have used the stairs. That, too, was highly unusual. Dmitri guessed he hadn"t wanted to fly up, disrupting the practice session outside. "Well, she"s heading in the right direction." Naasir"s Making was a unique and terrible thing. "He did actually tell her several truths at dinner."
Lips curving, Raphael kept his eyes on Elena and Naasir. They were stepping it up now, Elena"s knives slicing faster as Naasir moved with a swift grace that was fascinating to watch. Venom was as fast, but more sinuous, with the startling and jagged speed of a viper. Naasir"s strikes were fluid, feline, and oddly stealthy for being so feral.
"She"s holding her own-that"s something." Elena had once slit Dmitri"s throat on a busy Manhattan street, so the hunter had considerable skill, but she was up against a very dangerous vampire of over six hundred with nowhere to run; she couldn"t even take off fast enough to avoid Naasir. "You have warned Naasir that she"s not yet fully immortal?" The other male wouldn"t fatally hurt her on purpose, but he might not realize he was doing so without an advance caution.
"Yes." Raphael"s smile deepened. "Even with having to restrain himself, he"s laughing. You know what that means."
"He"s enjoying himself." There were an extremely limited number of people who could put that look on Naasir"s face, especially in a sparring session. "It"s because she"s as unpredictable as he is. No rules, just do what"s needed." That balanced out the fact that Elena wasn"t strong enough to take his blows at full strength.
"Her sessions with Janvier have honed that aspect of her hand-to-hand combat skills."
"Good." Dmitri was the one who"d recommended Elena train with Janvier. The Cajun was one h.e.l.l of a street fighter and Elena needed every skill she could learn; a considerable number of people would like to see her dead. She was, after all, a living, breathing manifestation of Raphael"s heart.
Continuing to watch the session outside, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his black pants. "Trace got in touch earlier." The elegant vampire with his taste for poetry and art had healed enough to take over the watch on Khalil a couple of hours back, only to have to hand it off to Emaya and Mateo forty-five minutes ago. "He found the Umber dealer-unfortunately, it appears the man"s head was separated from his body late last night.
"Trace believes his supplier didn"t like the fact that he couldn"t keep his mouth shut, and I agree with him." Whoever was behind this did not want to be famous or to have his name known to the Tower. "The dealer himself was low-level sc.u.m who was in all probability chosen for his contacts among the bored and the rich. I don"t expect Trace to find anything to connect the dealer with his supplier."
Raphael"s expression changed to the merciless focus that made him a member of the Cadre. "It"s no coincidence this drug has made its appearance now."
"Yes. The weak fear what may yet come." The clash in the skies above New York had only been the first battle. "But the malaise is generally restricted to the cowardly pleasure seekers who scuttled into hiding rather than fight." Dmitri had been happy not to have to deal with their pathetic uselessness during the hostilities. "I am sorry about Rupert. He fought with courage. He must"ve taken the Umber in a moment of foolishness."
"Is his death and devolution chilling the ardor for the drug?"
"On the surface, but to some, the incident has lent it a deadly glamour." Russian roulette played with a crystalline substance, murderous bloodl.u.s.t only a taste away. "If we don"t shut off the pipeline, we"ll have more incidents."
Raphael"s eyes tracked Elena as she managed to swipe Naasir on the thigh, but got her wing twisted in the process. "A mistake," he murmured. "She won"t do that again."
They watched the two outside for another minute before returning to their conversation.
"There"s a chance this drug is another move by Charisemnon or a different member of the Cadre who seeks to weaken the city." The intense black of Raphael"s hair gleamed blue-black in the light pouring through the gla.s.s. "I"ve spoken to Keir and he tells me a drug of such virulent effect on the Made would be near impossible to manufacture using known chemicals."
Dmitri agreed, especially since their own labs were having difficulty a.n.a.lyzing the compound. "The latest tests say it has an organic rather than manufactured base, but that doesn"t get us much closer to breaking it down."
"Jason?"
"He"s spread the word among his operatives-he"ll have a report for us tonight from the other courts. So far, Umber appears to be a localized problem." Folding his arms, Dmitri met the violent blue of Raphael"s eyes. "Of the vampire leaders, Severin and Anais are the worst offenders. Both have fed violently in public in the past two weeks." Not disallowed in and of itself, but a stupid choice at the present time.
The two had to have known their actions would embolden and incite others.
"It appears Anais and Severin wish to be my guests. Let"s accommodate them after the meeting," Raphael said, his tone ice-cold. "The three of us will have a private discussion after I clear this Cadre matter."
"Michaela is truly continuing to insist that Lijuan"s territory be taken and split up?"
"Yes, and now Charisemnon is threatening to declare war on her. No one is taking either one of them seriously, but it"s a nuisance that needs to be handled."
"The Refuge?" Meant to be neutral ground, the home of angelkind and the sanctuary of their young had suffered sporadic fighting during Lijuan"s offensive. Galen and Venom had been forced to stay in the Refuge to defend Raphael"s stronghold there against attack.
"It is safe," Raphael answered. "Michaela won"t make the same mistake as Lijuan. She"s far too smart and cunning, where Lijuan was arrogant."
Dmitri understood the difference. One relied on power, the other on manipulation and playing the tides right. "In many ways, Michaela is the perfect political animal. The vicious, manipulative kind who"d sell out her own mother to gain points."
"There is a reason you"re my second, Dmitri."
"I was speaking to Dahariel earlier-I can"t imagine why a man as intelligent as he is slides into bed with her."
"Have you told him that, like the spider that eats its mate, she has a habit of being the final woman her men ever touch?"
Dmitri felt his lips tug up at the corners. "I may have reminded him of the long-dead Archangel of Byzantium, and of the more recently departed Uram." He pointed beyond the window, where Naasir had Elena backed up to the very edge of the roof. "Perhaps you should intervene." An uncontrolled fall could smash her into the Tower.
"No, I think not."
Elena swiped Naasir"s legs out from under him the next second and got herself back onto the main part of the roof. She was breathing hard, Naasir growling. Flipping over and to his feet, he clawed at her in seemingly undisciplined anger. Elena fell for it and was on the ground with Naasir"s hand at her throat a heartbeat later.
She slapped the cold, hard surface and Naasir released her, reaching down to help her up. From Naasir, that was a compliment-it meant he"d found his opponent worthy enough that he was sticking around. Otherwise, he"d just walk away.
"Naasir won"t want to leave." The other man could work apart from the others of the Seven, but his nature rebelled against long-term isolation from his family. "Venom isn"t strong enough to permanently take his place in Amanat and we need the others here." It meant that of all the Seven, Naasir was the only one who"d be on his own-and he"d already been that way for ten months.
"Naasir may not wish to go," Raphael said, "but he will." An archangel"s absolute confidence in one of his men. "He understands the need."
"Does he have a lover at least?" Naasir didn"t do well without physical contact, especially when separated from Raphael and the others of the Seven, and his partner in Amanat, while lethal, was an ascetic who did not indulge in pleasures of the flesh.
Quiet amus.e.m.e.nt turned the Archangel of New York back into the man who had been Dmitri"s friend for a thousand years. "He is a wild creature in an elegant, civilized city. What do you think his chances are?"
"He"s drowning in women who"re fascinated with him." No wonder Caliane was attempting to civilize him. "Your mother must fear he"ll tempt one of her maidens away into danger."
"I"ve eased her mind on that point. Naasir may snack on the sweet and lovely, but when he chooses a mate, she will be a fierce creature with claws that b.l.o.o.d.y him and a heart as wild as his own."
Laughing because Raphael was right, Dmitri watched as, outside, Naasir took two of Elena"s knives and pretended he didn"t know what to do with them so Elena would show him how. "Be careful, Raphael," he said, well aware Naasir"s loyalty was as unflinching as his own. "The tiger creature is flirting with your consort."
"Of course he is. She, too, is a fierce creature with a wild heart." Raphael pushed through the door, his hand snapping up to catch the knife Elena threw in his direction.
32.
Janvier could tell Ashwini wanted to kick a hole in the wall when the officious man at the opera box office told them the tickets had been bought at the door, paid for in cash.
After having discovered that the jewelry store where the watch had been bought had wiped its surveillance footage, and the designer shop that had sold the five-thousand-dollar dress had no record of who"d bought it, it was the last straw.
"d.a.m.n it, it can"t end like this," she said, every muscle in her body taut enough to snap. "This evil monster isn"t going to get away with it!"
Cupping her face, he just held her, touched her.
At first, she almost vibrated against him, ready to tear away . . . but she didn"t. Sliding his hands down to wrap his arms around her when she leaned into him, he held her close, her own arms wrapping around him in turn. They stood in silence, uncaring of the people who streamed past them on the sidewalk.
His heart hurt.
The things she"d told him, the future she"d predicted, it threatened to crush him.
Full throttle, he reminded himself. It was how they"d always lived, would live, to the last flicker of the flame that was his Ashblade"s clever, vivid mind.
"Let"s go for a walk," she said when she drew back after an unexpected kiss to his throat. "Clear our heads, try to think of other avenues to explore." Then, to his delight, she reached up and fixed the scarf that was about to slide off one side of his neck.
She scowled at the smile that creased his cheeks. "Don"t try to hold hands."
So, of course he did. Not to tease her, but because it felt good to have her palm sliding against his . . . especially when she curled her fingers around his with a tug of her lips. It felt like coming home.
They walked through the businesspeople and the tourists, the occasional mother with a pram, the restaurant hawkers trying to talk them inside for a meal, the roadside stall owners calling out to them about "genuine imitation" gold watches and "faux designer" handbags. It was loud and chaotic and it was New York.
"I wasn"t sure I would like this city," he said to her. "Yet the mad spirit of it has a way of getting under a man"s skin."
"You miss the bayou, though, don"t you?" Rich and dark, her eyes saw to the heart of him, and that was her right. "That old hut I tracked you to once-"
"You mean the place where you threatened to bury me in a swamp hole then douse me in fire ants?"
Ashwini bared her teeth at the taunting vampire who was the only person who"d ever totally "got" her. That time in the bayou, he"d answered the door barefoot and wearing jeans only partially b.u.t.toned, his body lazily relaxed as he leaned up against the doorjamb of the house surrounded by water on almost every side. The half-submerged cypress trees in that water had been lush with foliage and heavy with Spanish moss in the thick humidity, the landscape unearthly in its beauty.
A different, bright green moss had grown up the sides of the hut, turning it into a part of the bayou, and to the right she could see a hammock slung between two submerged trees with enough height to make it worthwhile. At any other time, she"d have climbed into that hammock and let out a sigh, happy to spend the afternoon watching the bayou water move slow and sinuous as a woman intent on seduction.
Right then, however, she"d been sorely tempted to shoot Janvier in the gut. "You made me traipse through the bayou for weeks," she muttered now. "Then, right when I had you, you made nice with the angel you"d p.i.s.sed off." It wasn"t the first time he"d done that, either. "You knew how mad that made me-why did you keep doing it?"
Lifting their clasped hands, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "I was courting you."
"Only someone with a twisted sense of humor would consider that a courtship." Turned out she was one of those people, but d.a.m.n if she hadn"t had fun when she didn"t want to kill him. "I was going to ask if that place is yours."
"Yes. It is close to where I grew up." She saw him train a single look at a street thief who"d been eyeing them, and suddenly, the curly-haired teen with spotty skin decided he had to be across the road. "It is a simple, quiet place. There is no rush there, non?"
"Yes." She could imagine relaxing into the hammock with him, feeling all the cares of the world slide away. "Let"s go there . . . after this is over. After Felicity can rest."
Eyes the shade of his homeland held hers, his accent evoking the lush, humid, haunting welcome of it as he said, "After Felicity can rest."
They kept walking, going nowhere in particular, the air cold in their lungs and the sunshine bright from a winter blue sky. When Ashwini"s phone buzzed, she took it out with her free hand. "Guild confirmed her accounts have all been closed, and our contacts in banking say it appears she did it herself."
"Her killer talked her into it," Janvier said with absolute confidence. "Told her he"d take care of her, that if she loved him, she"d do as he asked."
Ashwini could almost hear the b.a.s.t.a.r.d convincing Felicity to do just that. Except . . . "She kept her apartment as long as she could, didn"t give up her cat," she said slowly. "I bet you she set up an account somewhere else."
"Or," Janvier said, "left money with someone she trusted."
"No." Ashwini shook her head. "He"d cut her off from her friends by that time. I"ll get the Guild cyber-geniuses to search across all possible banking inst.i.tutions."
She sent the message, but wasn"t hopeful they"d find anything that"d lead them to Felicity"s murderer-regardless of her attempts at maintaining her independence, it was clear the young woman had been almost totally dependent on her "lover" by the end. In all probability, she"d been imprisoned soon after she was last seen, giving her no chance to access any money she had managed to hide away.
"I"m going to quietly track down and talk to the servants who work in the houses of the angels and vampires who may be capable of such cruelty," Janvier said, the strokable mahogany of his hair lifting in the breeze. "Often, they are aware of more than their masters know."
It was a good idea. "I might be able to help with that. I generally come into contact with the younger vamps, and a lot of them are at the servant level."
"We"ll make a list, start circulating." He was quiet for a minute. "Cher, something Aaliyah said is gnawing at me."
"About how the vamp ordered Felicity not to say anything about their being a couple until she had her "makeover"?" That had been niggling at her, a sharp barb in her gut.
"Yes, exactly. I don"t believe she was ever part of his official cattle, that he held that out as a lure-if she was good enough, pleased him enough, she"d become one of the chosen." A punishing edge in every word. "In the interim, he must"ve arranged to meet her outside his usual haunts, where there would be little chance he"d be seen with her."
The more Ashwini learned about the man who"d tortured and killed Felicity after suffocating her spirit, the more she hated him. "It puts all our suspects back in the pool." And still there remained the question of how he was causing fatal injuries so eerily similar to the results of Lijuan"s feeding. "But the servant angle is still worth following-one may have noticed signs of a woman he or she never saw."
Janvier shoved a hand through his hair. "I wish we didn"t have to tiptoe through this investigation. Someone had to have seen her with the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, if we could only ask!"
Even as he bit out the words, his eyes lingered on a giggling child who"d just tugged his mother to a window display, then took in a group of women cl.u.s.tered around a nearby cafe table, heads bent in laughing secrecy. "But to give Felicity justice, we would have to rip open the wounds of a city that has barely stopped bleeding."
Ashwini had no answers, torn between the same competing forces.
Eight hours later, keeping the details of Felicity"s death under wraps was no longer an issue.