We arrived at our destination, a mansion that looked straight out of a horror novel, after 3:00 A.M. With dawn in just a few hours, I’d be comatose again soon. Losing morning time was something I’d thought I’d prepped myself for before changing into a vampire, but I hadn’t figured on how dire the circumstances would be when it happened. Now every minute I was passed out seemed like a taunt. What was Gregor doing to my mother? God, what was Cannelle doing to her? I’d thought the worst thing Gregor could do was kill my mom. I should have known he wouldn’t be that merciful.
Rodney came out to meet us. The ghoul had the same smoldering-furious look in his eyes that I probably did. On impulse, I hugged him, feeling a lump in my throat when he squeezed me back, hard. Bones would walk through fire to get my mom back, if that’s what it took, but he’d do it out of love for me. Not out of any affection for her. My mother didn’t have many fans, which was her own fault; but right now, it meant more to me than I could articulate to know someone cared for her, flaws and all.
“She’s tough,” Rodney said. His beard rasped my cheek as he leaned back. “If we can get her back, she’ll make it. Doesn’t matter what she is now or what he’s done to her.”
“She wanted me to kill her,” I whispered. “God, Rodney, she always said she’d rather be dead than be a vampire.”
“She’ll make it,” he repeated. His voice hardened. “You had it hard growing up, but so did she. Justina’s shocked and scared now, but she’s not a quitter. I’d bet my life on it.”
“Rodney, the laws,” Bones began.
“Save it.” The ghoul let go of me to stare at Bones. “If you don’t manage to kill Gregor soon, I’m going after her, laws or no laws—and backup or no backup.”
“Don’t be a fool, that would be suicide,” Bones snapped.
Rodney gave him a cold smile. “You always said no one lives forever.”
I was torn between wanting to hug Rodney again and knowing Bones was right. “She’ll need you when we get her back,” I said, choosing logic for once. “My mother and I, you know we clash. You’re the only one she seems to listen to, but you can’t help her cope with being a vampire if you’re dead.”
Rodney flicked his gaze to me, then walked back into the house without another word. I had no idea if that meant he’d wait, or if that was his way of saying he wouldn’t.
“This won’t last long, Kitten,” Bones said, breaking the loaded quiet. “Gregor’s run out of tricks. He’ll be forced to seek me out soon, because each day he doesn’t, people will question why Gregor refuses to face the man who stole his wife and who’s daring him to a duel over her.”
That snapped my attention away from my mother. “When did you dare him to duel?”
Bones’s gaze was dark and steady. “I publicly challenged Gregor as soon as Mencheres told me he was invading your dreams.”
I’d known Bones had planned to fight Gregor in New Orleans, but I hadn’t known a standing challenge had been thrown down. The realization that at any time Gregor could accept it, resulting in a fight to the death between him and Bones, filled me with icy fear.
“He’s stronger than you are.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
Bones snorted. “I know that, luv, but he won’t be the first bloke I’ve shriveled who exceeded me in power. All I need is one mistake from Gregor, and he’s mine.”
I didn’t say aloud the thing that made my heart ache with dread.
But what if Gregor doesn’t make a mistake?
Two days passed with no word from Gregor. Rodney and I took turns wearing holes in the carpet pacing. Bones kept cautioning patience. If Rodney was anything like me, he loathed that word by now.
One thing the stress seemed to be good for was forcing myself awake and moving after dawn. I could now even walk through the entire morning hours, though it must look like I was doing an impression of a staggering drunk. Aside from stress being a motivator, I also continued to notice that the more I drank from Bones in the morning, the more I could push off the paralyzing effects of the sun breaking the horizon. Maybe good nutrition really was the key to health, for people or vampires.
Today, I’d marked a personal milestone; making it down the three-story winding staircase to the kitchen and back again. It took me two hours, something that in the afternoon, I’d accomplish in seconds, but I was happy with the progress even as I collapsed, exhausted, on the nearest chair.
“Tomorrow, I’m going outside,” I said. Direct sunlight would be even harder on me, but I had to get myself up to speed. Fast. As it was, a human could kick my ass from dawn to noon.
“Do you have any idea how remarkable it is that you’re even awake?” Bones said, gesturing to Mencheres. “Tell her. I slept from dawn until dusk for the first two months. It was considered admirable progress for me to be about during daylight at all in my third month. This is only your second week, Kitten.”
“It’s unprecedented,” Mencheres agreed.
His tone made me glance up at him. I caught a flicker of something on his face that quickly smoothed into impassiveness. Bones must have caught Mencheres’s tone, too, because he arched a brow.
“Is there something else you’d like to add, Grandsire?”
An unfamiliar vampire coming into the kitchen interrupted whatever Mencheres’s reply might have been. Must be another of Mencheres’s staff, though he bowed to Bones instead of the Egyptian vampire.
“What it is?” Bones asked.
“Pardon me, but there’s someone on the phone who says they have a call for you.”
My brows went up. So did Bones’s. “There’s a call to tell me I have a call?” he asked with heavy skepticism.
The vampire looked uneasy as he held out a cell phone. “It’s my friend Lachlan. He called me to say he’d been contacted by Chill, a vampire he knows, who was called by Nathan, who’s a member of Kyoko’s line, who says a vampire named Rollo contacted him because he met a ghost who claims to be yours—”
“Fabian!” I exclaimed, just now realizing I hadn’t seen him since the fiasco of the party.
Bones took the cell from the vampire and everything changed.
We waited two miles away from the craggy house in Moldova where Gregor had my mother held captive. Rodney crouched to my right, weighted down with multiple wickedly curved silver blades. Bones hunched to my left, his body so still that he might have been carved from stone. I tried to duplicate that same immobility, but I couldn’t. My gaze kept flicking around in impatience. Where was Fabian? He should be back by now.
Spade crept up from the brush. He’d been making sure no enemy forces were sneaking up behind us while we waited for Fabian’s report. At Spade’s nod, we were the only ones stalking others in the chilly surrounding countryside. Wind blew Spade’s inky hair back from his face as he set his gaze ahead in the same direction Bones stared.
After what seemed like an eternity, a hazy flash appeared in the trees, and we saw Fabian streaking just above the frost-covered ground.
“Gregor isn’t here, but from how Cannelle’s acting, he’ll be back soon,” the ghost said when he reached us. “Right now there are about a dozen guards. More will be with Gregor when he returns.”
Bones didn’t glance away from whatever he’d been looking at in the distance. “Then now is the best time. Fabian, keep a lookout on the road. At the first sign of Gregor or his men, you come warn us.”
The ghost nodded, his see-through features taking on a determined expression. “I won’t fail you.”
For about the dozenth time today, I wished I could hug Fabian. Never did I expect to be so indebted to a ghost, but I owed Fabian more than I could repay. After the disastrous party, Fabian had the presence of mind to follow Gregor, haunting the trunk of whatever vehicle Gregor drove or hitchhiking on various people who happened to be near Gregor. True to undead prejudice, Gregor hadn’t seemed to realize he was being spied on, even if he or one of his people might have glimpsed the ghost. Always pride before a fall.
Fabian’s hardest task after finding Gregor’s hiding place was to contact us and let us know about it. It’s not like a phantom could use a phone, e-mail, or pass on a letter. Factor in the same dismissal of ghosts that had made his spying possible, and Fabian had had a hell of a time getting a vampire ally to listen long enough to start the chain of calls that eventually reached Bones.
Until we arrived, we hadn’t even been sure that Gregor would still be in this house. It took a full day and a half from the time Fabian left the vicinity to the time Bones was handed that cell phone from the very bewildered member of Mencheres’s staff. Then another several hours to get to Moldova, then a couple hours of reconnaissance to determine this wasn’t a trap. Not that I doubted Fabian’s loyalty, but there was always the chance that Gregor had recognized the ghost and put two and two together. So far, though, it seemed like those in the house had no idea they were about to be attacked.
I gave a worried glance at the sky. All that was good news. The bad news was, dawn was only about half an hour away.
As if hearing my thought, Bones met my gaze. “You should stay back, Kitten.”
My first instinct was to argue. Vehemently, and with lots of profanity. That was my mother trapped in the house, so I damn well wasn’t going to sit back and just hope things went okay.
Then I looked around the faces staring back at me. Everyone here was risking their lives on my mother’s behalf, plus breaking undead laws on top of that, and I was the only one susceptible to the dawn. Sure, now I could stay awake and even walk when sunlight hit, but fight? No. Not even if my mother’s life—or mine—depended on it.
“I’ll stay,” I said, seeing Bones’s brows go up like those were the last words he expected to hear from me. “Give me the detonator. We might need the diversion if Gregor returns before we have my mom safely away.”
Spade nodded, handing over the detonator he’d had located in his belt. Several packs of TNT had been strapped to the trees, as close to the house as we dared to plant them without being seen. In a fight, the explosions wouldn’t harm any vampires or ghouls, unless they happened to be right next to the trees when the bombs went off, but they would make a hell of racket. And sometimes, distraction made all the difference between life and death—or escape and capture.
Bones gave me a quick, hard kiss. “I won’t return without her,” he promised.
“Don’t say that.” The words were out of my mouth at once. “If something happens, if it’s too dangerous to get her now, you come back to me. We’ll find another way.”
Rodney began crawling through the brush. Spade gave me a somber look and followed. Bones caressed my face once, then left as well. So did Fabian. I stayed where I was, not needing binoculars to watch their progress toward the house. There were four guards outside and, according to Fabian, at least eight more inside, plus Cannelle. The element of surprise would be all the advantage they had, outnumbered four to one, and I doubted Gregor had left weak vampires or ghouls as guards.
Even though the distance was less than two miles, it took the three men over ten minutes to crawl there, barely disturbing the long grass around them. I was almost a wreck by the time they approached the house. A jumble of fear, hope, frustration, and nerves made me feel like I could jump out of my own skin. Did the guards have instructions to kill my mother at once if there was an attack? Could Bones, Spade, or Rodney get to her in time, without getting themselves killed in the process? Oh God, please, let this work.
I couldn’t help it; I began to crawl closer, promising myself to only get within a mile. Just close enough to really see what was going on. The scattering of trees made for a skewed view of the house.
The ground was free of tall grass within thirty yards of the house, so there was no more coverage for Bones, Rodney, and Spade to sneak up in. Everything in me tensed as I saw the three men rise at the exact same time to charge the house.
Shouts of alarms came from the four guards, but I was savagely pleased to see how fast they were cut off. Bones took two down himself, one from a distance by throwing silver into his chest, and the other by an up-close twist of the same metal through the guard’s heart. Spade and Rodney made short work of their two guards, then, from different angles, the three men entered the house.
More shouts came from inside. I crawled faster, keeping low but within eyesight of the house. Gunshots barked in terrifying staccato from what sounded like automatic weapons. A feminine voice rose in a furious, accented screech. Cannelle. Remembering her kicking my mother while holding a leash made me want Cannelle dead almost as much as Gregor.
I’d made it to the mile mark when Fabian came streaking toward me, waving his ghostly arms.
“Gregor’s returned!” he exclaimed.
Oh shit. “Go tell Bones,” I said, taking the detonator out of my belt. I eyed the sky with mounting despair. Definitely too close to dawn for me to risk jumping into the fight, but I could still press some buttons. That much I could do to help.
Fabian disappeared through the structure of the house, not bothering to use one of the smashed front windows as an entry point. I waited, counting off the seconds in a frenzy of tension until he came out, hovering near the roof. It looked like he pointed to my left, which was where the screech of tires had come from. Damn Gregor for being a clever bloodsucker. He wasn’t going to drive right up to the house and provide an easier target. No, he’d come through the trees and brush to make his own ambush instead.
I waved at Fabian, careful to stay low, and the ghost dove down and seemed to disappear into the ground. He came up moments later right in front of me, startling me at how he was all of a sudden inches from my face.
“Tell me where they are,” I whispered.
Fabian disappeared below the dirt again. I waited, the following seconds like a blowtorch on my nerves. Then Fabian’s ghostly head popped up from the dirt like a hazy gopher.
“They’re circling around.” His voice was so soft, I could hardly hear him. “They’re heading this way, but a little farther up than you are.”
I smiled grimly. That would put them right near the TNT strapped to the trees. Come on, Gregor. Show me where you are.
My wish came true when I heard the stealthy sounds of movement in the brush not fifty yards from me. I waited, counting off the distance. Twenty yards. Ten. Almost there. Almost…
I blew the charges right as Gregor and his guards passed the closest to the most-heavily-rigged trees. The explosions went off, one after the other, scattering Gregor and the others with their confusion over what might blow up next. It was also my very loud signal to Bones that they had to pull out, now, whether they had my mom or not. With the dozen guards Gregor had with him, it would be dicey making it out alive ourselves. We couldn’t afford to wait any longer.
I glanced at the ever-brightening sky with loathing. If only it were an hour earlier, I could fight! I could help get my mother, or draw off some guards, or just do something, other than hide to keep a bad situation from getting far worse by being captured.
A window in the house exploded outward, two forms hurtling through it onto the ground. I recognized them and had a second of cold satisfaction when I saw Bones, his arm locked around Cannelle’s throat, give a hard twist, jerking Cannelle’s head off. Adieu, bitch, I thought, seeing him shove her lifeless body aside. But my moment of victory was short-lived. Gregor shouted an order in French and all twelve of his guards rushed at Bones.
I was already on my feet, forgetting about staying hidden, when Spade burst out of the house. He flung silver knives at the undead horde who’d descended on his best friend, drawing their attention to him instead of only on Bones. Coward, I thought viciously, seeing Gregor stay where he was near the far corner of the house. What will you do, Dreamsnatcher? Will you run while you have a chance, or risk your life to stay and fight?
The front door was kicked open. I gasped, seeing Rodney come out with my mother in his grip. Her arms were around his neck, and she was moving.
She’s alive. Oh, thank God.
Gregor snarled something and drew out a sword. Rodney paused, swinging around with my mother still in his arms. Gregor’s sword seemed to flash in the predawn light as he strode toward them.
Bones and Spade were each battling half a dozen vampires apiece. Neither one of them could help Rodney. I ran, pulling knives from my belt while cursing. Gregor was too far away for me to hit him. God, why couldn’t I run any faster?
Rodney set my mother down, caressing her bloodstained cheek for just an instant, then turned to meet Gregor. He only had two knives left in his belt, and Gregor was far stronger than he.
“Gregor,” I yelled.
That ash-blond head jerked up as he saw me running flat out toward them. “Catherine,” I saw more than heard Gregor say.
In that moment of distraction, Rodney flung one of his knives. It hit Gregor in the chest, but from how quickly Gregor pulled it out, I knew it hadn’t pierced his heart. Gregor spun back to face Rodney, his sword slicing the air between them.
Instead of ducking back, Rodney charged. He barreled into Gregor with all of his undead force behind him. Gregor staggered, but didn’t go down. The knife Rodney rose to slam into Gregor’s chest never made it. Gregor grasped Rodney’s wrist with his free hand and flipped him brutally to the ground, using Rodney’s own momentum against him. That long sword flashed down in a straight, merciless line.
My mother rushed forward. “Rodney, no!” she cried.
Gregor didn’t look up. Not until that blade arced its path all the way through Rodney’s neck and came up bloody on the other side. Then Gregor looked right at me. And smiled.
I didn’t look away from Gregor’s emerald gaze. Not when he kicked Rodney’s severed head at my mother, or when he started walking toward me with a measured, unhurried stride.
As if in a dream, I stopped running. Dropped my knives and watched Gregor come. I heard Bones’s shout, but it seemed to be from far away. A dull booming began in my chest that I recognized as my heart starting up again, but even that didn’t matter. All I could focus on was the unadulterated hatred pouring through my veins, surging in ever-increasing waves, until it felt like I’d explode where I stood.
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