David noted the careful distance Deven was keeping-but that might be as much about Osiris as about David. Deven had never been comfortable around horses. Experimentally, David moved away from the stall, toward the Prime, who stood his ground.
They faced each other, eyes holding for a while, before Deven said, "I suppose I"ll see you at Council."
"Right . . . I suppose."
Another pause. "Any luck figuring out how those amulets worked?"
David didn"t remark on the change of subject. "Novotny"s a.n.a.lyzing the one we found on the body as well as looking for other evidence. We didn"t find anything else in the building-nothing at all, not even personal effects."
"So Sophie"s warehouse wasn"t where Ovaska was living. It was just a holding pen for us. She might have other artifacts at her real home base."
"It looks that way. We"re working on finding her hideout. There"s not much to go on so far, but . . . Novotny"s people are smarter than the FBI and have better equipment. They"ll find something."
"What about her client?"
"There were no other vampires in the area that night, at least none that showed up on the sensors. I had Elite canva.s.s the neighborhood. Witnesses we questioned that night saw a limo traveling down Buckland, but it didn"t stop at the building. Either her client has a shielding device of his or her own, or her client is a human."
Deven nodded. "I"d wager it"s a human."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because the Shadow only hires out to humans. Her leaving her victims" left hands behind indicates she was still following standard Shadow protocol, so it stands to reason she was working for a human."
"She didn"t cut off Miranda"s hand."
"Her client wanted Miranda alive and unspoiled."
"But we can"t know for sure the client is human."
"Perhaps you can"t. But I know my agents."
David asked what had been on his mind for days. "Did you mean it when you said you didn"t try to recruit me because we were sleeping together?"
Deven sighed, looking down at the hay-scattered ground, then back up at David. "As I said . . . Sophie was the only agent I was ever attached to. I knew better, even as I let her keep working for me. Caring about them compromises my ability to send them into certain death. There was no way I could have done it to you."
"Do you enjoy being the Alpha? Killing people for money?"
The Prime gave him a mischievous grin. "I don"t kill people for money, David. I pay other people to kill people for money. I"m a murder pimp."
David laughed. "That"s one way to put it."
"And to answer your question . . . I enjoy training warriors. I enjoy the satisfaction of knowing that they"re the best in the world. And it"s not all about vengeance and greed. More than half of our contracts are for governments that need something done that the human military can"t accomplish. Many of my people have stopped wars before they started, brought down dictators, taken out spies. I"m not ashamed of what I do . . . or of what I"ve done."
They met each other"s eyes again, and David understood what he was saying. Despite the consequences, despite almost dying, Deven would do it all again if it meant bringing Miranda to David . . . and not only had Sophie taught David"s Queen, she had fought in the battle of the Haven and had a hand in ending the Blackthorn war. Deven had no regrets about that . . . and, in the end, neither did David.
Finally, Deven nodded. "It"s time for me to go," he said. "Take care of yourself . . . and take care of each other."
"You, too."
Deven reached out and took David"s hand, lifting it to his lips, squeezing it, and then letting go. "Good-bye, David."
David didn"t expect to feel his heart breaking as Deven walked away, and yet . . . there it was. No matter what, no matter how much time or distance came between them, some part of him would always be at Deven"s side, and part of Deven would always reside in David"s heart.
David crossed the stable to catch up to Deven, laying a hand on his shoulder. Deven stopped and turned toward him, and David saw the pain in his eyes, pain he had intended to keep hidden until he was safely twenty-five thousand feet above Texas and long gone from here.
David slid his hand up to Deven"s face, tipping the Prime"s chin and kissing him softly. He felt Deven"s arms move around him, and they held on to each other for a moment, eyes closed, memorizing the smell and taste of each other, the sound of each other"s breathing.
"I love you," David said into Deven"s ear.
Holding on to his hands, Deven stepped back, his smile remarkably like the one that David had seen on his face after he had healed Kat that night in the city: a smile of peace and happiness, untouched by the sorrow that he wore habitually beneath his coat.
"I love you, too," Deven replied.
Then he released David"s hands and walked away.
Once again, a car was waiting to take Deven and Jonathan to the airport; and once again, Faith was waiting, but this time she was standing inside the Haven"s enormous front doors. Protocol be d.a.m.ned-it was cold outside.
The Pair emerged from the hallway with their honor guard. The rest of their Elite were already on the way back to California, but their bodyguards would travel on the jet with them.
David and Miranda had said their good-byes to the Pair in private. They were trying to keep as much of the story under wraps as possible to avoid causing gossip about Ovaska"s intentions or origins, so they had all agreed not to make a dramatic production of the farewell; but this time no one was slinking away, just observing tradition in truth instead of hiding behind it. This time there were no furtive glances, and Deven and Jonathan were side by side.
Faith was just glad to have a chance to hug them both.
She smiled to herself. Jonathan gave his Prime a kiss on the forehead, and Deven looked up at him with an indulgent sparkle in his eyes. Yes, this time things were different. Thank G.o.d for that.
"I"m sorry about Lalita," Deven told her.
Faith nodded. "So am I . . . you lost her, too."
"Thank you for not being p.i.s.sed off about that," Jonathan added. "Like Dev said . . . her commitment to her post was genuine."
"I know." Faith raised an eyebrow at Deven and said, "But we"ll be changing our employee screening methods from here on out."
The Prime smiled. "Don"t worry, Faith. She was the only agent I had here."
Now she gave him a look. "Please, Sire. Surely you know that nothing you say is ever going to go without question again."
The smile widened. "Good."
Jonathan winked at her. "Take care, Faith. And keep an eye on those two."
"As always."
Their guards started to open the door, but Faith asked, "Can I ask you something, Sire?"
Deven turned back to her, lifting his chin inquisitively.
Faith moved close enough that her voice wouldn"t carry through the hall. "Why didn"t you ever try to recruit me for the Shadow? Was I not a good enough warrior? Not trustworthy enough?"
Deven regarded her silently for a moment, considering her question. "You are an excellent warrior, Faith. You would have made a superlative agent."
"Then why . . ."
Deven"s gaze traveled up the stairs, to where Faith realized David was standing at the balcony rail. He smiled and gave Deven a little wave before walking on toward his workroom.
When Faith looked back down, Deven was watching her face carefully, and he said with equal care, "Because I demand absolute loyalty from my agents, Faith . . . and I knew that you were already devoted to someone else."
Faith frowned. "What does that-"
Deven shook his head, smiling. "Don"t insult your own intelligence, Faith, or mine. We both know why you"re really here."
She started to stammer a reb.u.t.tal, but he gave her a knowing look that silenced her; then he turned back toward the door, took Jonathan"s arm, and left Faith standing in the doorway with her face turning scarlet and her heart in her throat.
"It"s over."
Kat looked up from the box of books she was taping, unsurprised to see Miranda standing in the doorway, resplendent in her long black coat. "Good."
Miranda didn"t ask what Kat was doing; she didn"t protest or try to change Kat"s mind. She offered no apologies. She simply sat down on the arm of the couch, silent, and watched Kat pack.
"I"m going to stay with my mom until the baby"s born," Kat said. "I don"t know exactly what I"ll do after that. I might do private counseling. Or teach."
No reply.
Kat wrote BOOKS on the box with a fat Sharpie, then capped the marker and looked at Miranda. "I can"t do this anymore."
Miranda nodded. "I understand."
Kat looked down at the pile of books that had to go in the next box. The one on top was an old Robert Jordan hardcover. It had been Drew"s. She rested her hand on the dust jacket for a moment, then said, "Tell me this is all a nightmare, Miranda. Tell me I"m going to wake up a year ago, before any of this happened."
She raised her eyes to Miranda, whose expression was strange: not disdainful, exactly, but distant, perhaps detached . . . no, that wasn"t it. There was plenty of emotion in Miranda"s face, but there was something else as well . . . and it wasn"t human.
The woman sitting on her couch wasn"t human. She might look like one to most people. She might pa.s.s for one onstage. She might drink a beer or eat an ice cream sundae. But everything about her, from the tumble of her dark red hair to the almost predatory grace in her posture, was carved out of something ancient and alien . . . something that, Kat had finally realized, was going to kill everything mortal she touched.
Something in Miranda had changed, and it would continue to change long after Kat had died of old age. Slowly, the darkness within her was unfolding, its tendrils curling around Miranda"s soul, giving her strength, but also stealing her away, the way children in fairy tales had been stolen by elves in the night, leaving a changeling in the cradle.
This was a woman with work to do, and that work had no room in it for pregnant best friends, or anything that would bind her to the world she had left behind. She had killed people, had beheaded a woman, would probably kill more, in the name of law and order and justice in a world so far beyond Kat"s grasp it might as well be the gilded halls of the G.o.ds themselves.
Suddenly Kat couldn"t look at her. She stared, instead, at the door to the guest bathroom . . . where Miranda had turned into a vampire. "Aren"t you going to say anything?"
A sigh. "I said I understand."
"And that"s it?"
Miranda"s fingers absently touched the stone of her Signet. "You have to do what you think is best for you and your daughter. I don"t blame you for being afraid, or tired, or wanting to run. You"ve lost so much because of me . . . and the truth is, you will probably lose more if you stay."
Kat took a deep breath. "Are there any vampires in West Oak?"
Miranda smiled slightly. "Not that we know of."
Kat nodded, swallowing. She wanted to say she"d e-mail or call. But she knew-they both knew-it wasn"t true.
Still, Miranda made the effort. "If you or the baby need anything, ever . . ."
"Yeah. I"ll call."
Silence stretched out between them, but finally Miranda said in a soft, sad voice, "Thank you for being my friend, Kat."
Kat felt tears burn her eyes, and she started to say something, looking up at Miranda . . .
. . . but the Queen was already gone.
Miranda closed the front door of Kat"s house behind her. She leaned back against the door for a moment, eyes shut tightly, and took a deep breath.
It was raining, slow and steady, a quiet rain that seemed to blur everything, make it softer and gentler, even emotions that were hard and jagged and felt like teeth ripping through her heart. She tried to breathe in the softness, to release the pain.
When she opened her eyes again David was standing by the curb, hands in his coat pockets, watching her silently.
She reached up and wiped impatiently at her eyes. David sighed and opened his arms.
Miranda walked down the steps and into his embrace, and they held on to each other for a long time, her face buried in his shoulder, his hand stroking her hair.
When she drew back, she didn"t speak, and he didn"t expect her to. He simply took her hand and walked with her down the street away from Kat"s house, into a cold and rainy night at the receding edge of autumn, one year turning slowly into the next, one season at its end, another just beginning.
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Epilogue.
She watched from the roof as the dark red-haired figure ran down the street, her leather coat flying out behind her, her boots striking the pavement with deadly purpose. Behind the Queen a cadre of black-clad warriors followed at speed.
They chased the man almost to the end of the block before the Queen drew up short, her hand shooting out in a quick flicking gesture, and a trash can flew from the side of the building onto the sidewalk, right into the path of her prey.
The man hit the trash can hard and fell over it, landing in a sprawl. He tried to get to his feet and run again, but by the time he got up he was surrounded. Rough hands grabbed his shoulders and hauled him to the red-haired woman, whose green eyes were those of a serpent, coiled, hungry.
The Queen removed something from her coat. "Do you know why we came for you, Mr. Shikai?"
The man stammered something. His eyes were huge and he was drenched in cold sweat.
"Weeks ago we showed you this sketch, Mr. Shikai, and asked if you had ever seen this woman before. You said no."
"Don"t know her," he panted. "I swear, I don"t."