Blood Rites

by Jim Butcher

Chapter 18~19

  Chapter Eighteen

  I debated talking to Arturo before I left but decided against it. Thomas and Inari were hurt, and the sooner they got medical care, the better. Additionally, One-ear the vampire had consciously gotten his own flunky immolated in order to escape. If he had some mystical method of communicating with Mama Mavra-or a cell phone-she might already be on the way with reinforcements.

  One- ear was still pretty new to the vampire game, and his pair of followers had been virtual infants, and they had almost been more than all of us could handle. Mavra was in a different league entirely. She had been killing for centuries, and the near-extermination of the Black Court had meant that only the smartest, strongest, and most deadly of its members had survived. One-ear was dangerous enough, but if Mavra caught us in the open, she would take us apart.

  So I ran to get the Blue Beetle from the row of parking spaces near the building Arturo was using. It was a quick run, a couple of plots up and one over from where Thomas and Inari lay. I slipped into the building. Only a couple of people saw me, and I ignored them as I ducked into the studio doors, seized my backpack, my coat, and the sleeping puppy, and fumbled in the coat until I found my car keys. I carried the whole kit and caboodle out to the car.

  I coaxed the Beetle to life and tore down the gravel lanes with all the speed its little engine could manage. The Beetle's single headlight glared over Lara, who had Thomas in a fireman's carry. She'd taken off the short black robe and had tied it into an improvised sling for Inari, who stumbled along behind her older sister.

  I opened the doors and helped her lower Thomas into the back of the Beetle. Lara stared for a second at my car's interior. It didn't look like she approved of the stripped and improvised quality of it. "There's no seat in back," she said.

  "That's why there's a blanket," I answered her. "Get in. How is he?"

  "Alive, for now," Lara said. "He's breathing, but he's emptied his reserves. He'll need to refresh them. "

  I paused and stared at her. "You mean he needs to feed on someone. "

  Her eyes slid aside to Inari, but the girl had her hands full simply staying vertical through the pain, and probably wouldn't have heard the space shuttle lifting off. Nonetheless, Lara lowered her voice. "Yes. Deeply. "

  "Hell's bells," I said. I got the door for Inari and helped her into the passenger-side seat, buckled her in, and dropped the puppy in her lap. She clutched at him with her unwounded arm, whimpering.

  I got the Beetle the hell away from the little industrial park. After several moments of hurried driving, I started to relax. I kept checking, but I saw no one following me. I played a few trail-shaking tricks, just in case, and finally felt able to speak. "I'll get you to my place," I told Lara.

  "You can't possibly think that the basement of a boardinghouse will be secure. "

  "How do you know where I live?" I demanded.

  "I've read the Court's defensive assessment of your home," she said with an absent wave of her hand.

  Which was scary as hell, that someone had assessed my freaking apartment. But I wasn't going to show her that. "It's kept me alive pretty well. Once we get there we can fort up under my heavy defenses. We'll be stuck inside, but safe until morning. "

  "If you wish. But if he does not feed, Thomas will be dead within the hour. "

  I spat an oath.

  "Mavra knows where you live, in any case, Dresden. She will doubtless have some of her personnel waiting near your apartment. "

  "True," I said. "Where else could we go?"

  "My family's house. "

  "You all live in Chicago?"

  "Of course not," Lara said, her voice tired. "But we keep houses in several cities around the world. Thomas has been in and out of Chicago for the past two or three years, between resort vacations. Justine is at the house, waiting for him. "

  "Inari will need a doctor. "

  "I have one," she said. Then added, "On retainer. "

  I stared at her in my rearview mirror for a moment (in which she appeared like anyone else) and then shrugged. "Which way?"

  "North along the lake," she said. "I'm sorry. I don't know the street names. Turn right at the light ahead. "

  She gave directions and I followed them, and I reminded myself that it would be a bad habit to form. It took us better than half an hour to get up to one of the wealthy lakeside developments that just about any large body of water makes inevitable. I'd seen several such developments during the course of my investigations, but the area Lara directed me to was as elaborate and expensive-looking as any I had ever seen.

  The house we finally pulled up to had multiple wings, multiple stories, and a couple of faux-castle turrets. It had cost someone eight digits, and could have doubled as the headquarters of the villain in a James Bond movie. Old timber had grown up around it, and was manicured into an idyllic forest of rolling, grass-green hummocks and beautiful, shapely trees wreathed in ivy and autumn leaves. Small lit pools were dotted here and there, each shrouded with its own low cloud of evening mist.

  The drive rolled through Little Sherwood for better than half a mile, and I started feeling nervous. If anything tried to kill me, I was too far away from the road to run for help. Or even to scream for it. I shook my wrist to hear the jangle of the little silver shields on my bracelet, and made sure it was ready to go at an instant's notice.

  Lara's pale grey eyes regarded me in the rearview mirror for a moment, and then she said, "Dresden, you and my brother have nothing further to fear from me this night. I will respect our truce, and extend guest rights to you while you are in my family's home. And I do so swear it. "

  I frowned and didn't chance a look at her eyes, even in the mirror. I didn't have to. There was something in her voice that I recognized. Call it the ring of truth.

  The one advantage to dealing with supernatural foes was that the code of honor of the Old World was accepted and expected when we negotiated with one another. A sworn oath and the obligations of hospitality were more binding in those circles than the threat of physical force. What Lara had offered me meant that not only would she not attempt to do me harm-she would be obligated to protect me should anyone else attempt to do so. If she failed in her duties as a host, it would represent a major loss of face, should word of it get around.

  But from what I'd gathered, Lara wasn't the one making all the calls in the Raith household. If someone up the family food chain-for example, Daddy Raith-thought he could get away with it without word leaking out, he might decide to subtract me from the old equation of life. It was a real risk, and I didn't want to take it.

  The last vampire who had offered me the hospitality of her home, Bianca, had drugged me, nearly killed me, manipulated me into starting a war (which incidentally forced me into a stupidly dangerous investigation with the Queens of Faerie), and tried to feed me to her most recent vampire "recruit," my former lover, Susan. There was no reason to think that Lara wasn't capable of the same treachery.

  Unfortunately, my back wasn't exactly breaking under the weight of all my options. I had no idea of how to help Thomas, and my apartment was the only place in town I would be safe. If I cut and ran Thomas wouldn't survive it. I didn't have anything but a strong intuition that Lara would hold to the letter of our truce. Two seconds after it was over she'd finish what she started, sure, but in the meantime we might be okay.

  A paranoid little voice inside reminded me that Lara seemed like she was more or less on the level, and that it should make me nervous. Their near-humanity was what made the White Court so dangerous. I'd never come close to thinking that maybe Bianca was an okay person underneath the blood-craving monster. I'd known that she wasn't human, and I'd been wary every single time I'd interacted with her.

  I didn't get any more of a creature-feature vibe from Lara than I did from Thomas. But I had to figure they were cut from a similar mold. There would be lies under lies. I had to be paranoid, which in t
his instance was another word for smart. I couldn't afford to extend Lara much trust if I wanted to avoid a rerun of the Harry Nearly Dies Because of His Stupid Chivalry Show.

  I promised myself that the second anything got dicey I would blast my way out of that house through the nearest wall, incinerating first and asking questions later. It wouldn't be the subtlest escape in the whole world, but I was pretty sure the Raiths could afford to repair the damages. I wondered if vampires had any trouble getting homeowner's insurance.

  I pulled the Blue Beetle around the circular drive in front of Chateau Raith. Its engine shuddered, coughed, and finally died before I could shut it down. A sidewalk swept between a pair of vicious-looking stone gargoyles four feet high, and led through a rose garden bedded with pure white gravel.

  The rose vines were old ones, some of them as thick as my thumb. Their spreading tendrils twined all around the entirety of the garden and over the feet of the crouching gargoyles. The lighting was all arranged in soft blues and greens, and it made the roses on the vines look black. Thick leaves grew all over the vines, but here and there I could see the wicked needle tips of larger-than-average thorns. The air was filled with their light, heady scent.

  "Help Inari," Lara said. "I will carry Thomas. "

  "Considering that you're the one who shot him in the first place, I'll carry Thomas," I said. "You help Inari. "

  Her lips compressed slightly, but she nodded. "As you wish. "

  Damn straight, as I wish.

  Lara leaned over to pull Inari from the car, but before she could touch the girl the notch-eared puppy sprang up out of his sleep, barking and snarling at Lara in squeaky fury. Lara jerked her hand back, brows lowering in consternation. "What's wrong with your animal?"

  I sighed and slid into my leather duster, then came around to the passenger door. "I keep telling everyone he's not mine. " I scooped up the little psychopath and deposited him in one of my coat pockets. He scrambled around in there for a minute, and then he managed to poke his head out. The puppy kept his eyes on Lara and kept growling. "There. Now the beast cannot harm you. "

  Lara gave me a cool look and coaxed Inari to her feet. Then she helped me draw Thomas out of the car as gently as possible. He was flaccid and cold, his eyes entirely white, but I could hear his labored breathing. Without knowing the extent of the injuries to his upper body, I didn't dare risk a fireman's carry, so I got an arm under his shoulder blades and hamstrings, and lifted him like a child. He was heavy. My shoulders screamed, and my ears started ringing with a quiet, shrill tone.

  I felt dizzy for a second, and shrugged it off with an effort of will. I couldn't afford to show any weakness now.

  I followed Lara and Inari up the sidewalk to the house. Lara pushed a button on a small plastic panel beside the door and said, "Lara Raith. " There was a heavy metallic click-clack, and one of the doors drifted slowly in.

  Just then the lights of another car swept across us. A white limo pulled in beside the Blue Beetle on the circular drive and came to a halt. A moment later a white sedan pulled in behind the limo.

  The limo's driver was woman over six feet tall wearing a grey uniform. Her hair was pulled back in a severe braid, and she wore dark red lipstick. A tall, strong-looking man in a grey silk suit got out on the passenger side of the limo. I caught sight of a shoulder rig while he was settling his jacket. His eyes swept around, taking in everything, including us at the door, the drive, the grounds, the trees, and the roof of the house. He was checking possible lines of fire. A bodyguard.

  Simultaneously, another man and woman got out of the white sedan. At first I thought that they were the same two people. I blinked. The man looked the same, but the second woman was wearing a grey suit a lot like the one of the man with her. Then I got it-two sets of identical twins. They all looked wary, competent, and dangerous. They fanned out around the limo in silent coordination, like they'd done it a jillion times.

  Then the driver opened the back door of the limo.

  The air grew suddenly colder, as if the Almighty had flicked on the air-conditioning. A man slid out of the car. He was about six feet tall, dark of hair and pale of flesh. He was dressed in a white linen suit with a silver-grey silk shirt and Italian leather shoes. There was a scarlet gem of some kind fixed to his left earlobe, though his fine, straight hair hid it until a breeze briefly tossed the dark strands to one side. He had long, spatulate fingers, broad shoulders, the eyes of a drowsy jaguar, and he was better-looking than Thomas.

  Beside me, Lara shuddered, and I heard her whisper, "Dammit, no. "

  The newcomer walked over to us, very slowly and deliberately. The doubles fell into position to his sides and behind him, and I couldn't help but think they looked like toys-two matched sets of Bodyguard Barbie and Bodyguard Ken. The pale man paused beside one of the gargoyles and plucked a stem and a rose from one of the plants there. Then he approached again, in no hurry whatsoever, plucking off leaves and thorns from the flower one by one.

  When he was about four feet away he stopped, finally looking up from the rose. "Ah, dearest Lara," he murmured. His voice was deep, quiet, and as smooth as warm honey. "What a pleasant surprise to find you here. "

  Lara's expression slipped into a neutral mask, veiling the anxiety I could feel in the tension of her body. She inclined her head in a courtly nod, and left her eyes on the sidewalk.

  The man smiled. His eyes swept over the rest of us meanwhile, distant and alien. "Have you been well?"

  "Yes, my Lord. "

  His lips pursed into a pout. "This is hardly a formal occasion, little Lara. I've missed you. "

  Lara sighed. She met my eyes for a second, her expression one of warning. Then she turned to step closer to the man. She kissed his cheek without lifting her eyes and whispered, "And I you, Father. "

  Oh, crap.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lord Raith looked Lara up and down. "That's. . . quite a novel ensemble you're wearing. "

  "It's been a busy night. "

  Raith nodded and went to Inari, gently touching her shoulder, peering at her arm in the makeshift sling. "What happened to you, daughter mine?"

  Inari lifted eyes dull with pain and fatigue and said, "We were mugged. Or something. I think it must have been a gang. That makes sense, doesn't it?"

  Raith didn't hesitate a beat. "Of course it does, dearest. " He fixed his eyes on Lara and said, "How could you let something like this happen to your baby sister?"

  "Forgive me, Father," Lara said.

  Raith waved a generous hand. "She needs medical attention, Lara. I believe hospitals provide such a thing. "

  "Bruce is here," Lara said. "I'm sure he can take care of it. "

  "Which is Bruce?"

  I would have expected her tone to hold annoyance, but if so I didn't hear it. "The doctor. "

  "He came with you from California? How fortuitous. "

  I couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, people. Chat time is over. The girl's about to pass out on her feet. Thomas is dying. So both of you shut your mouth and help them. "

  Raith whipped his head around to stare daggers at me. His voice was cold enough to merit the use of a Kelvin scale. "I do not respond well to demands. "

  I ground my teeth and said, "Both of you shut your mouth and help them. Please. "

  And they say I can't be diplomatic.

  Raith flicked an irritated hand at the bookend brigade. Bodyguard Kens and Barbies drew their guns in precise unison and raised them to shoot.

  "No!" Lara said. She stepped in front of me and Thomas. "You can't. "

  "Can't?" Raith said. His voice was dangerously mild.

  "They might hit Thomas. "

  "I am confident in their marksmanship. They will not hit him," Raith said, in a tone that suggested he wouldn't lose any sleep if they did.

  "I've invited him," Lara said.

  Raith stared at her for a moment, and then in that same soft vo
ice asked, "Why?"

  "Because we declared a twenty-four-hour truce while he assisted us," Lara answered. "If not for his help, we might all be dead. "

  Raith's head tilted to one side. He regarded me for a long moment, and then smiled. He didn't have Thomas beat when it came to smiles. Thomas's grin had so much life to it that it was practically sentient. Lord Raith's smile made me think of sharks and skulls. "I suppose it would be churlish to ignore my debt to you, young man. I will honor the truce and respect my daughter's invitation and hospitality. Thank you for your assistance. "

  "Whatever," I said. "Would you both shut your mouths and help them now. Pretty please. With sugar on top. "

  "I used to admire that kind of monolithic determination. " Raith waved his hand again, though his eyes looked no less cold. The thugs put their guns away. One man and one woman went to Inari, supporting her and helping her into the house. "Lara, bring your physician to her quarters, if you would. Assuming he has mind enough left to treat her. "

  She bowed her head again, and something told me she resented doing it.

  "I'll expect you and Thomas in my chambers at dawn so that we can discuss what happened. Oh, and if you would, Wizard Dresden-"

  The King of the White Court knew me on sight. This just kept getting better and better.

  "- Lara can show you where Thomas's chambers are. That girl of his is there, I think. " Lord Raith drifted into the house, paced by his retainers.

  By my count, there were still two whole goons available for Thomas toting, but I grunted like a big tough guy and set out to do it myself. We started walking into the house. "Nice guy," I commented to Lara. I was a little short of breath. "And I was all worried about meeting him. "

  "I know," Lara murmured. "He was really quite pleasant. "

  "Except for the eyes," I said.

  She glanced at me again, something like approval in her features. "You saw that. "

  "That's what I do. "

  She nodded. "Then please believe me when I say that deception is what we do, wizard. My father does not like you. I suspect he wishes to kill you. "

  "I get that a lot. "

  She smiled at me, and I got hit with another surge of lust-maybe one that wasn't entirely inspired by her come-hither mojo. She was a smart, tough lady, and had plenty of courage. I had to respect that. And she was gliding along beside me dressed in skimpy black lingerie. Admittedly, the blood and ichor detracted from the overall look, but it gave me a good excuse to see the rest of her while making my assessment.

  We went up a shallow, curving stairwell and down a long hall. I tried to stick mental landmarks into my memory so that I'd be able to leave in a hurry if I needed to. My vision blurred for a moment, and the high-pitched buzzing in my ears increased in volume. I took a breath and steadied myself against the wall.

  "Here," Lara said. She turned to me and took Thomas. Either she was stronger than me or she was good at acting like it was no big deal. Probably both.

  I rolled my aching shoulders in relief. "Thanks. How is he?"

  "The bullets aren't going to kill him," she said. "He'd have died already. The Hunger may finish him, though. "

  I arched an eyebrow at her in question.

  "The Hunger," she repeated. "Our need to feed. The angel of our darker natures. We can draw upon it to give us a kind of strength, but it's like fire. It can turn on you if you don't keep it under control. Right now Thomas is so hungry that he can't think. Can't move. He'll be all right once he feeds. "

  I felt an itch on the back of my neck and checked over my shoulder. "Your father's driver is tailing us. "

  Lara nodded. "She'll dispose of the body. "

  I blinked. "I thought you said he was going to be all right. "

  "He will be," Lara said, her tone carefully neutral. "Justine won't. "

  "What?"

  "He's too hungry," Lara said. "He won't be able to control himself. "

  "Fuck that," I said. "That isn't going to happen. "

  "Then he'll die," Lara said tiredly. "This is the door to his suite. "

  She stopped at a door, and with my reflexes on automatic pilot I opened it for her. We went into a rather large room dominated by a sunken pit in the floor. The carpet was lush, a dark crimson, pillows were all over, and a smoking brazier rested in the center of the pit. The air was heavy with sweet incense. Quiet jazz drifted through the room from speakers I couldn't see.

  On the opposite side of the room, a curtain twitched and then the girl appeared from what was evidently a room beyond. Justine's shoulder-length dark hair had been striped with trendy strands of dark blue and deep purple. She wore a white bathrobe several sizes too large for her and looked rumpled from sleep. She blinked dark, sleepy eyes and then gasped and rushed toward us. "Thomas? My God!"

  I looked back over my shoulder. The driver stood just outside the doorway, speaking quietly into a cellular phone.

  Lara carried Thomas down into the pit and carefully laid him upon the pillows and cushions, Justine at her side. The girl's face was twisted in anxiety. "Harry? What happened to him?"

  Lara glanced up and me and said, "I need to make sure Inari is cared for. If you will excuse me. " I didn't, but she left the room anyway.

  Justine stared up at me, fear and confusion on her face. "I don't understand. "

  "Lara shot him," I said quietly. "And then some Black Court gorillas jumped us. "

  "Lara?"

  "Didn't seem like she liked the idea, but she sure as hell gave it a whirl. Lara said he'd spent his reserves fighting, and that he would die if he didn't feed. "

  Justine's eyes flicked up to the doorway. She saw the driver standing outside. Justine's face blanched.

  "Oh," she whispered.

  Tears formed in her eyes.

  "Oh, no. No, no," she said. "My poor Thomas. "

  I stepped forward. "You don't have to do this. "

  "But he'll die. "

  "Do you think he'd want it to be you instead?"

  Her lips trembled and she closed her eyes for a moment. "I don't know. I've seen him. I know there's a part of him that wants to. "

  "And there's another part that doesn't," I said. "That would want you to be alive and happy. "

  She settled on her knees beside Thomas, staring down at him. She put her fingers on his cheek, and he moved for the first time since the fight with One-ear. He turned his head and placed a soft kiss on Justine's hand.

  The girl shivered. "He might not take too much. He tries so hard not to take too much. Not to hurt me. He might stop himself. "

  "Do you really believe that?"

  She was silent for a long moment, and then said, "It doesn't matter. I can't stand by and let him die when I can help him. "

  "Why not?"

  She looked up at me, her eyes steady. "I love him. "

  "You're addicted to him," I said.

  "That too," she agreed. "But it doesn't change anything. I love him. "

  "Even if it kills you?" I asked.

  She bowed her head, gently stroking Thomas's cheek. "Of course. "

  I started to refute her, but just then the rush of energy from the silver belt buckle petered out. I started trembling violently. The pain of my injuries rushed back over me. Fatigue settled onto me like a backpack full of lead. My thoughts turned to exhausted sludge.

  I vaguely remember Justine cajoling me to my feet and guiding me back through one of the curtains to a lavish bedroom. She helped me onto the bed and said, "You'll tell him for me, won't you?" She was crying through a small smile. "You'll tell him what I said? That I love him?"

  The room was spinning, but I promised her that I would.

  She kissed my forehead and gave me a sad smile. "Thank you, Harry. You've always helped us. "

  My vision narrowed to a grey tunnel. I tried to get back up again, but I could barely manage to turn my head.

  So all I could do was watch Ju
stine slide out of the bathrobe and leave the room to go to Thomas.

  And to her death.