"And Kelley will probably show up sometime in the middle, right?"
"Most likely. He"s not leaving Chicago until he absolutely has to-the gang war there has been going on for years, and his Court is teeming with strife. I don"t really hold it against him, although he is a bit of an a.s.s. He"s not nearly as bad as Hart, but he"s been responsible for a lot of the corruption in that city."
"This Janousek"s territory includes Finland, doesn"t it?"
"Yes. That"s another reason I didn"t try to put him off. There"s a chance he may be able to help us."
As he spoke he got the rest of his clothes off, and she rested her chin on the back of the couch so she could watch; another downside of sleeping in the mistress suite was not getting to see him naked. Her mind, heart, and body all had differing opinions on how best to proceed with their relationship.
He saw her watching and smiled. "Would you like me to flex something for you?"
She giggled. "Just turn around and go take a shower."
A few weeks ago that would have been her cue to take off her own clothes and either ambush him in the shower or be waiting in the bed when he came out. Now, though . . . she turned back toward the fire, biting her lip, torn once again. Her body was quite adamant that she should make up for those three weeks of sleeping alone, but . . . all she had to do was close her eyes and think about s.e.x, and that feeling came over her again . . . that night, feeling him with Deven across the Haven, the sensations and satisfaction that had been devoted to her suddenly given to someone else. Could she even lie there with him without thinking about it? Was she doomed to share a bed with Deven forever?
She imagined herself in Jonathan"s shoes, finding most of his s.e.xual enjoyment outside the Haven-perhaps it worked for them, but she couldn"t imagine being happy in that kind of arrangement, knowing that David was out s.h.a.gging who knew who every night . . . or on the other side of it, being bound to someone she loved so much who just . . . didn"t want her that way. If she held herself apart from David for now, it wasn"t because she didn"t want him, it was because she wasn"t ready to be that intimate again after such an egregious breach of trust . . . or was she? Was she just punishing herself now?
One thing was for sure: Sitting and stewing about it wasn"t helping.
She tossed the blanket aside and left the couch, going over to turn off the lights so the fireplace was the only source of illumination in the room. It was about half an hour before dawn, and she could smell daybreak in the air. The Haven"s shutters had closed thirty minutes earlier-they always closed at least an hour before any trace of sunlight entered the sky. The room was warm and dark with a hint of steam coming from beneath the bathroom door; she could hear the water being switched off as she turned back the comforter and sheets and drew the curtains around the bed so that it was mostly closed off, cavelike, its own little world.
Miranda took off the yoga pants and tank top she usually slept in and climbed in beneath the covers, considering for a moment before pushing the comforter down to the foot of the bed and letting the sheet fall over her as she lay on her side, waiting.
A few minutes later David pulled back the curtain; he had on his bathrobe and his hair was damp. When he saw her he froze.
They stared at each other for a long time; she knew he wanted to ask questions but was afraid to, lest she change her mind about being there. Still, he didn"t move from where he was standing until she deliberately reached over and patted the bed.
The Prime took a deep breath and nodded, then took off his robe and slid in next to her, the flickering firelight making him look even more uncertain than she knew he was. They held each other"s eyes for a long time, neither sure what to do to break the silence.
Miranda understood that he was leaving it up to her. Somehow knowing that made up her mind.
She leaned forward and kissed him very softly on the lips, a light touch, almost virginal. She could feel how much he wanted to simply seize her body and reclaim the ground he had lost, but he held himself back, letting her do what she was comfortable with. So close to perfect, even with his flaws-there was no way in heaven or h.e.l.l she could ever have hated him, no matter what he did.
She kissed him again, this time more firmly, pausing to run her tongue along his lower lip and then nuzzle the line of his jaw until she reached his ear. She nibbled his earlobe a moment, eliciting a shiver and a sigh, then let her tongue snake out to touch just behind and below his ear, pressing in. He groaned.
She took his shoulders and turned him onto his back, then cast the sheet off her body and let him look at her as she rose up on her knees and tossed her hair back out of the way.
She stretched out over him, propping herself up on her elbows to look down into his face. He smiled and sighed at the touch of her skin, eyes drifting shut.
"These are the first of my terms," she said. "The rest will be communicated to you as I think of them."
His eyes flicked open, but he was still smiling. "Go on."
"Tonight"s is this: If I"m going to sleep in this bed with you, I don"t want to have any unpleasant thoughts or nagging fears keeping me awake. Therefore your task is to make sure I sleep soundly."
She leaned down and began reacquainting her mouth with his skin; he tasted like clean water, wine, and almond-scented soap. She loved the skin of his throat, especially; she could feel the pulse strong beneath it, harder right now than at rest, and it was sensitive to her nails scratching lightly over it or her teeth finding purchase in the flesh just where neck joined shoulder, leaving a dark purple bruise that faded immediately.
He drew a ragged breath and started to speak, but she wasn"t finished. She laid her hand over his mouth.
"It will be very taxing for you," she informed him, shifting her hips down slightly to circle against his; she felt how painfully he wanted her, and smiled, continuing. "You"ll have to work long hours and lose sleep of your own. And there will be mornings that I don"t want you to lay a hand on me-somehow you"ll have to find ways to tire me out regardless. It will be quite a challenge."
She caught and held his eyes. They were glazed with desire, and she knew that at this particular moment articulate speech would not be his strong suit. "Do you accept these terms, my Lord Prime?" she asked, reaching down between them to catch and stroke him until he was panting, tiny sounds of pleasure edged all around with pain escaping him with each breath.
He took a deep breath. "I accept, my Lady."
"Good. You can start at once."
"Thank you," he breathed, and clamped his mouth on hers.
She closed her eyes and let her lips part, allowing his tongue to thrust deep into her mouth, and she sucked on it hard, stealing the breath from his lungs. He grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back without breaking the kiss, his own hand echoing the motion hers had taken on his body moments ago, but this time pressing in, and in, until she moaned and her back arched off the mattress.
His fingers did a ballet between her thighs, and she pressed her hips up to his palm, whimpering. Meanwhile he lifted his mouth from hers to take a slow, wandering path down over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and belly, tracing spirals of kisses and bites, keeping it almost maddeningly leisurely considering what he was doing to her with his clever left hand. His right, he used to push himself down the bed as he continued his explorations until he had reoriented himself alongside her and, with one swift swap of positions, replaced his fingers with his tongue.
The noises that came from her were strange and unfamiliar, drawn out of her all the way down from her belly, almost animalistic. She writhed above him on the pillows, her hands clawing the sheets to keep herself from twisting into a knot, sweat glistening over her skin.
He lifted his head and looked at her, and she managed to catch her breath long enough to ask, "Why did you stop?"
He gave her a devilish grin. "I was simply wondering, my Lady, if I would be more likely to put you to sleep with two o.r.g.a.s.ms or three."
Miranda moaned and dropped her head to the pillow. "Three, G.o.dd.a.m.n it. Three!"
"As you will it." He lowered his head again and pressed harder, at the same time slipping fingers back in, faster.
Not thirty seconds later her entire body seemed to explode from the inside out, and she wailed like a banshee while her muscles contracted and her limbs shook.
Before she had even started to come down, however, he grabbed her hips and turned her over onto her stomach. She knew exactly what he had planned, and so she was ready for him, planting her knees and lifting her hips to let him enter her hard, then drive her forward onto her shoulders, her hands crawling up the mattress, seeking some sort of stability and finding only pillows.
He covered her powerfully on all fours, his chest pushing into her back, and he leaned down and bit her throat and sucked, timing each swallow with the rhythm of their bodies so that the pleasure-pain of being drawn from was boosted exponentially, so much joining, contact inside her body, her blood in his mouth, the smell of her on his breath, both of them sliding against each other on sweat-slicked skin.
Knowing exactly how it would affect her, he changed the angle of his hips and pressed forward, driving in so hard that she screamed, but not out of pain. She threw her own pelvis back to meet him each time, wanting him deeper, wanting him to disappear inside her so they shared a skin. It didn"t seem like too much to ask.
Again, the explosion, and again, the earthquake. She bucked underneath him like a wild animal until the wave pa.s.sed. Then she collapsed gracelessly face first into the sheets.
He let her be for a moment, her body going through the tremors and miniature spasms, tears gathering in her eyes that she wiped away with unsteady hands.
She turned over on her back, saw the self-satisfied look on his face, reached up and slapped the back of his head lightly. "That"s two," she panted. "Or are you tired out already?" She pushed her hair out of her eyes and added, "I know at your age the stamina starts to go."
David gave her a narrow-eyed look of feigned irritation. "It would serve you right if I did stop."
She raised him a lazy smile. "And then what would you do with that?" she asked pointedly.
"Hmm . . . touche."
He stretched out next to her and, still not in a hurry, kissed her lips, eyelids, and nose. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, running his hand down over her arm, then around to her back to draw her against him. She wrapped one leg around him, gasping as they slid back in together.
Miranda opened her mind to him, and through their bond they were able to touch and connect to each other completely, one consciousness melting into the other the same way they wound around each other in the sheets, moving in a slow undulation, mingled breath the only sound in the room besides the crackling fire.
Yes . . . this. It was so easy to forget what they really were, with flesh and bone and s.p.a.ce in the way, but beneath it all, in a place where pain and sorrow could never reach, they were one, a single soul that had chosen, for whatever reason, to spend this incarnation walking the earth in two bodies. Here in this place there was no separation, no names . . . but there was joy in duality sometimes, a beauty in moving from separation into unity then back again, the intensity building from a reverent give-and-take to something wild.
This time the tectonic shift hit them both. They clung to each other, breathing in tandem, drenched in each other"s sweat, tasting each other"s blood.
There was no need to say she loved him-right now words would only force a limit on reality when the truth was simply there soaking into every cell. He laid his head on her shoulder, and she threaded her fingers through his damp hair, her other hand tracing the lines of ink on his back she had already memorized.
Finally, knowing that she wouldn"t be comfortable with him asleep on top of her, he shifted off, landing with a grunt to her right.
She looked over at him, grinned, and said, "Three."
Thirteen.
"What do you know about the Firstborn?"
Faith peered quizzically down at David. "It"s an old vampire legend," she said, handing him the wrench he indicated with his free hand. She had to speak a little loudly to be heard over the b.u.mp of the garage"s stereo ba.s.s. "Everybody"s sire tells it-if you go back far enough in our history, you find references to the vampires who weren"t sired, but born. Usually people say they"re sp.a.w.n of Lucifer or Hades or some other dark G.o.d. They"re like the bogeyman. Behave, or the Firstborn will get you. But it"s a myth, like you told Volundr . . . right?"
"As far as I know," David replied, sliding back under the car. "I just thought it was odd that he brought it up, of all the things he could have said."
"He was playing on the fact that vampire history is your pet cause," Faith reasoned. "I"m sure he"d heard that you"ve poked around for information over the years. A man like him hears everything, even living in the armpit of nowhere."
"I suppose." Faith heard clunking noises, and a moment later the Prime emerged again, handing her the wrench. "Hand me the seven-sixteenths ratchet wrench, please."
"Only if you"ll turn the stereo down."
David sighed. "Philistine."
"Sire . . . I hate to tell you this, but you"re awfully white to be listening to Tupac."
David rolled his eyes, then made a twisting motion with his hand, and the volume of the music dropped to a more reasonable level. "Unless all you listen to are bamboo flutes, Second, you can f.u.c.k right off."
Faith stared down at the row of shiny tools on the cart. "Which one"s a ratchet again?"
"The one that-never mind."
Faith watched as one of the tools rose off the cart and flew over to the Prime"s outstretched hand. She had long ago lost the ability to be shocked or mystified by his talent; now she merely said, "Why didn"t you just do that to begin with?"
He shrugged. "You were standing right there."
"And why aren"t you having a mechanic do this?"
David made a dismissive noise. "These cars are loaded with proprietary technology, Faith. I"m not letting anyone get their grubby hands on it unless they"re vetted by security. Right now there"s n.o.body in the Elite qualified to do it-let"s put that on the list for the next batch of recruits, come to think of it. Someone with automotive repair experience as well as computer programming skills who I can train to do routine maintenance. Familiarity with solar power systems would be a plus."
"Yes, that"s a combination you often find in warriors," Faith remarked wryly.
"Which is exactly why I"m doing this myself. Now, did you have an update for me?"
"Yes and no. Two of the four names on Volundr"s list have alibis for all four attacks. One, Deven is still trying to track down for questioning."
"And the fourth?"
"Dead," Faith told him. "Cut down in a gang skirmish in Seattle two years ago."
"d.a.m.n," David muttered; he started to push himself back under the car but paused and said, "We"re really s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the pooch on this one, aren"t we?"
Faith laughed loudly enough to startle one of the servants, who, nearby, was waxing one of the other cars. "Where on earth did you hear that phrase?" she asked.
"From Miranda. Where else?"
Faith wanted to ask how things were with the Queen, but she had learned to tread lightly there in the past month. She accompanied the Prime on his various forays into the city and on whatever mission he gave her, and tried to be as useful as possible, remembering what Jonathan had said. But neither of the Pair seemed inclined to open up to her. David simply wasn"t the sharing type, but Miranda had become strangely quiet lately, which wasn"t like her. Faith knew she"d talked to Jonathan a few times but wasn"t spending as much time with Kat as before, and she seemed . . . a bit lost. The Pair were sleeping together again and working hard to put what had happened behind them, but still . . . there was something new and sad in the Queen"s eyes, as if the first veil of illusion had been lifted and she found herself a tiny bit further from her mortal life than before.
Faith didn"t envy her the next few years. That was the hardest part about becoming a vampire; in a lot of ways it just seemed like a new and different lifestyle, but if you had any ties left to humanity they were eventually severed one by one, either by time"s incessant decay or by the hard reality that though the human world and the Shadow World might exist within the same cities, in truth they were a thousand miles apart.
Speak of the devil: The side door of the garage opened and Miranda"s red head poked in. "David?"
The Prime responded to the sound of her voice like Pavlov"s dog, and Faith heard him drop his wrench on the concrete as he rolled out from under the car and sat up.
Miranda gave him an appreciative look; he was dirty and sweaty, had engine grease smeared on his face, and wore a snug, ratty T-shirt bearing the slogan Han Shot First. Even Faith, who tried very hard not to look at her boss that way, had to admire the sight. The biceps alone were worth staring at.
He smiled at Miranda. "Yes, my Lady?"
She smiled back. For a second it almost seemed to Faith as if nothing had ever gone wrong. "We got a call from Signet Air," the Queen said. "Janousek"s flight landed in Newark thirty minutes ago. He"s staying there for the morning. He"ll arrive in Austin tomorrow evening at five fifty and be here at the Haven by eight."
"Good, thank you," the Prime replied. He looked up at Faith. "Is everything ready?"
"Yes, Sire. I"ve got the usual detail to meet the plane, and his suite is prepared. We"re not antic.i.p.ating any problems with this one."
"That"s exactly why we need to be ready for problems. The last thing we need is this a.s.sa.s.sin going after Janousek on his way from the airport."
David returned his gaze to Miranda. "What do you have planned for the rest of the evening? Are you going into town?"
"Not tonight. Grizzly and the producers are mixing this week-they"re going to call me when they have something for me to listen to. I"ve got a gig Wednesday but until then I kept things clear for Janousek"s visit. Tonight I"ve got yoga."
"When did you take up yoga?" the Prime asked.
"Tonight, possibly. Lali has been giving Cora cla.s.ses, and she asked if I wanted to join in." Miranda raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I"m sure you wouldn"t object to my being more flexible."
"And on that note," Faith said, "I"m leaving."
"Are you on duty all night?" Miranda asked, stopping the Second. "You could come along-Lali says that it"s a perfect complementary practice to all our fight training."
"No, thank you," Faith replied with a grin. "I tried it once and ended up with my legs stuck behind my head. Lali actually had to come undo me. How about you, Sire?"
David was laughing, probably at the mental image Faith had given him. "That"s quite all right. I have two more cars to work on and then a conference call with Lieutenants Craig, Laveau, and Nguyen at eleven. After that it"s back into the network upgrade. Oh-and I owe Novotny a call. He wants to run some additional tests on the hands."