"But you will. You say I pay a price for dealing with matters of life and death? So do you. Jack will be gone, but you will live on, hating yourself," Diana said. "Think of what Philippe's death has cost you."
Matthew could think of little else. He had killed other creatures since his father's death, but only to settle his own scores. Until tonight the last de Clermont sire to command him to kill had been Philippe. And the death Philippe had ordered was his own.
"Jack is suffering, Diana. This would mean an end to it." Matthew used the same words Philippe had to convince his wife to admit the inevitable.
"For him maybe. Not for us." Diana's hand strayed to the round swell of her belly. "The twins could have blood rage. Will you kill them, too?"
She waited for him to deny it, to tell her that she was insane to even think of such a thing. But he didn't.
"When the Congregation discovers what Jack has done--and it's only a matter of time before they do--they will kill him. And they won't care how frightened he is or how much pain they cause. Baldwin will try to kill Jack before it comes to that, to keep the Congregation out of the family business. If he tries to run, Jack could fall into Benjamin's hands. If he does, Benjamin will exact a terrible revenge for Jack's betrayal. Death would be a blessing then." Matthew's face and voice were impassive, but the agony that flashed through Diana's eyes would haunt him forever.
"Then Jack will disappear. He'll go far away, where nobody can find him."
Matthew smothered his impatience. He'd known that Diana was stubborn when he first met her. It was one of the reasons he loved her--even though at times it drove him to distraction. "A lone vampire cannot survive. Like wolves, we have to be part of a pack or we go mad. Think of Benjamin, Diana, and what happened when I abandoned him."
"We'll go with him," she said, grasping at straws in her efforts to save Jack.
"That would only make it easier for Benjamin or the Congregation to hunt him down."
"Then you must establish a scion immediately, as Marcus suggested," Diana said. "Jack will have a whole family to protect him."
"If I do, I'll have to acknowledge Benjamin. That would expose not only Jack's blood rage but my own. It would put Ysabeau and Marcus in terrible danger--the twins, too. And it's not just them who will suffer if we stand against the Congregation without Baldwin's support." Matthew drew a ragged breath. "If you're at my side--my consort--the Congregation will demand your submission as well as mine."
"Submission?" Diana said faintly.
"This is war, Diana. That's what happens to women who fight. You heard my mother's tale. Do you think your fate would be any different at the vampires' hands?"
She shook her head.
"You must believe me: We are far better off remaining in Baldwin's family than striking out on our own," he insisted.
"You're wrong. The twins and I will never be entirely safe under Baldwin's rule. Neither will Jack. Standing our ground is the only possible way forward. Every other road just leads back into the past," Diana said. "And we know from experience that the past is never more than a temporary reprieve."
"You don't understand the forces that would gather against us if I do this. Everything my children and grandchildren have done or will ever do is laid at my doorstep under vampire law. The vampire murders? I committed them. Benjamin's evil deeds? I am guilty of them." Matthew had to make Diana see what this decision might cost.
"They can't blame you for what Benjamin and Jack did," Diana protested.
"But they can." Matthew cradled her hands between his. "I made Benjamin. If I hadn't, none of these crimes would have taken place. It was my job, as Benjamin's sire and Jack's grandsire, to curb them if possible or to kill them if not."
"That's barbaric." Diana tugged at her hands. He could feel the power burning under her skin.
"No, that's vampire honor. Vampires can survive among warmbloods because of three systems of belief: law, honor, and justice. You saw vampire justice at work tonight," Matthew said. "It's swift--and brutal. If I stand as sire of my own scion, I'll have to mete it out, too."
"Rather you than Baldwin," Diana retorted. "If he's in charge, I'll always wonder if this is the day he will grow tired of protecting me and the twins and order our deaths."
His wife had a point. But it put Matthew in an impossible situation. To save Jack, Matthew would have to disobey Baldwin. If he disobeyed Baldwin, he would have no choice but to become the sire of his own scion. That would require convincing a pack of rebellious vampires to accept his leadership and risk their own extermination by exposing the blood rage in their ranks. It would be a bloody, violent, and complicated process.
"Please, Matthew," Diana whispered. "I beg you: Do not follow Baldwin's order."
Matthew examined his wife's face. He took into account the pain and desperation he saw in her eyes. It was impossible to say no.
"Very well," Matthew replied reluctantly. "I'll go to New Orleans--on one condition."
Diana's relief was evident. "Anything. Name it."
"You don't come with me." Matthew kept his voice even, though the mere mention of being away from his mate was enough to send the blood rage surging through his veins.
"Don't you dare order me to stay here!" Diana said, her own anger flaring.
"You can't be anywhere near me while I do this." Centuries of practice made it possible for Matthew to keep his own feelings in check, in spite of his wife's agitation. "I don't want to go anywhere without you. Christ, I can barely let you out of my sight. But having you in New Orleans while I battle my own grandchildren would put you in terrible danger. And it wouldn't be Baldwin or the Congregation who would be putting your safety at risk. It would be me."
"You would never hurt me." Diana had clung to this belief from the beginning of their relationship. It was time to tell her the truth.
"Eleanor thought that--once. Then I killed her in a moment of madness and jealousy. Jack's not the only vampire in this family whose blood rage is set off by love and loyalty." Matthew met his wife's eyes. "So is mine."
"And you and Eleanor were merely lovers. We're mates." Diana's expression revealed her dawning understanding. "All along you've said I shouldn't trust you. You swore you would kill me yourself before you let anyone else touch me."
"I told you the truth." Matthew's fingertips traced the line of Diana's cheekbone, sweeping up to catch the tear that threatened to fall from the corner of her eye.
"But not the whole truth. Why didn't you tell me that our mating bond was going to make your blood rage worse?" Diana cried.
"I thought I could find a cure. Until then, I thought I could manage my feelings," Matthew replied. "But you have become as vital to me as breath and blood. My heart no longer knows where I end and you begin. I knew that you were a powerful witch from the moment I saw you, but how could I have imagined that you would have so much power over me?"
Diana answered him not with words but with a kiss that was startling in its intensity. Matthew's response matched it. When they drew apart they were both shaken. Diana touched her lips with trembling fingers. Matthew rested his head atop hers, his heart--her heart--thudding with emotion.
"Founding a new scion will require my complete attention, as well as complete control," Matthew said when at last he was able to speak. "If I succeed--"
"You must," Diana said firmly. "You will."
"Very well, ma lionne. When I succeed, there will still be times when I'll have to handle matters on my own," Matthew explained. "It isn't that I distrust you, but I cannot trust myself."
"Like you've handled Jack," Diana said. Matthew nodded.
"Being apart from you will be a living hell, but being distracted would be unspeakably dangerous. As for my control . . . well, I think we know just how little I have when you are around." He brushed her lips with another kiss, this one seductive. Diana's cheeks reddened.
"What will I do while you're in New Orleans?" Diana asked. "There must be some way I can help you."<
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"Find that missing page from Ashmole 782," Matthew replied. "We'll need the Book of Life for leverage--no matter what happens between me and Marcus's children." The fact that the search would keep Diana from being directly involved in the disaster should this harebrained scheme fail was an added benefit. "Phoebe will help you look for the third illumination. Go to Sept-Tours. Wait there for me."
"How will I know you're all right?" Diana asked. The reality of their impending separation was beginning to sink in.
"I'll find a way. But no phone calls. No e-mails. We can't leave a trail of evidence for the Congregation to follow if Baldwin--or one of my own blood--turns me in," Matthew said. "You have to remain in his good graces, at least until you are recognized as a de Clermont."
"But that's months away!" Diana's expression turned desperate. "What if the children are born early?"
"Marthe and Sarah will deliver them," he said gently. "There's no telling how long this will take, Diana." It could be years, Matthew thought.
"How will I make the children understand why their father isn't with them?" she asked, somehow hearing his unspoken words.
"You will tell the twins I had to stay away because I loved them--and their mother--with all my heart." Matthew's voice broke. He pulled her into his arms, holding her as though that might delay her inevitable departure.
"Matthew?" The familiar voice came out of the darkness.
"Marcus?" Diana had not heard his approach, though Matthew had picked up first his scent and then the soft sound of his son's footsteps as he climbed the mountain.
"Hello, Diana." Marcus stepped out of the shadows and into a patch of moonlight.
She frowned with concern. "Is something wrong at Sept-Tours?"
"Everything in France is fine. I thought Matthew needed me here," Marcus said.
"And Phoebe?" Diana asked.
"With Alain and Marthe." Marcus sounded tired. "I couldn't help but overhear your plans. There will be no turning back once we put them in motion. Are you sure about forming a scion, Matthew?"
"No," Matthew said, unable to lie. "But Diana is." He looked at his wife. "Chris and Gallowglass are waiting for you down the path. Go now, mon coeur."
"This minute?" For a moment Diana looked frightened at the enormity of what they were about to do.
"It will never be any easier. You're going to have to walk away from me. Don't look back. And for God's sake don't run." Matthew would never be able to control himself if she did.
"But--" Diana pressed her lips together. She nodded and dashed the back of her hand against her cheek, brushing away sudden tears.
Matthew put more than a thousand years of longing into one last kiss.
"I'll never--" Diana began.
"Hush." He silenced her with another touch of his lips. "No nevers for us, remember?"
Matthew set her away from him. It was only a few inches, but it might have been a thousand leagues. As soon as he did, his blood howled. He turned her so she could see the two faint circles of light from their friends' flashlights.
"Don't make this harder on him," Marcus told Diana softly. "Go now. Slowly."
For a few seconds, Matthew wasn't sure she would be able to do it. He could see the gold and silver threads hanging from her fingertips, sparking and shimmering as if trying to fuse together something that had been suddenly, horribly broken. She took a tentative step. Then another. Matthew saw the muscles in her back trembling as she struggled to keep her composure. Her head dropped. Then she squared her shoulders and slowly walked in the opposite direction.
"I knew from the goddamn beginning you were going to break her heart," Chris called to Matthew when she reached him. He drew Diana into his arms.
But it was Matthew's heart that was breaking, taking with it his composure, his sanity, and his last traces of humanity.
Marcus watched him without blinking as Gallowglass and Chris led Diana away. When they disappeared from sight, Matthew leaped forward. Marcus caught him.
"Are you going to make it without her?" Marcus asked his father. He had been away from Phoebe for less than twelve hours and already he was uneasy at their separation.
"I have to," Matthew said, though at the moment he couldn't imagine how.
"Does Diana know what being apart will do to you?" Marcus still had nightmares about Ysabeau and how much she had suffered during Philippe's capture and death. It had been like watching someone go through the worst withdrawal imaginable--the shaking, the irrational behavior, the physical pain. And his grandparents were among the fortunate few vampires who, though mated, could be separated for periods of time. Matthew's blood rage made that impossible. Even before Matthew and Diana were fully mated, Ysabeau had warned Marcus that his father was not to be trusted if something were to happen to Diana.
"Does she know?" Marcus repeated.
"Not entirely. She knows what will happen to me if I stay here and obey my brother, though." Matthew shook off his son's arm. "You don't have to go along with this--with me. You still have a choice. Baldwin will take you in, so long as you beg for his forgiveness."
"I made my choice in 1781, remember?" Marcus's eyes were silver in the moonlight. "Tonight you've proved it was the right one."
"There are no guarantees this will work," Matthew warned. "Baldwin might refuse to sanction the scion. The Congregation could get wind of what we're doing before we're through. God knows your own children have reason to oppose it."
"They're not going to make it easy for you, but my children will do what I tell them to do. Eventually. Besides," Marcus said, "you're under my protection now."
Matthew looked at him in surprise.
"The safety of you, your mate, and those twins she's carrying is now the Knights of Lazarus's top priority," Marcus explained. "Baldwin can threaten all he wants, but I have more than a thousand vampires, daemons, and yes, even witches, under my command."
"They'll never obey you," Matthew said, "not when they find out what you're asking them to fight for."
"How do you think I recruited them in the first place?" Marcus shook his head. "Do you really think you're the only two creatures on the planet who have reason to dislike the covenant's restrictions?"
But Matthew was too distracted to respond. He already felt the first, restless impulse to go after Diana. Soon he wouldn't be able to sit still for more than a few moments before his instincts demanded he go to her. And it would only get worse from there.
"Come on." Marcus put his arm across his father's shoulders. "Jack and Andrew are waiting for us. I suppose the damn dog will have to come to New Orleans, too."
Still Matthew didn't respond. He was listening for Diana's voice, her distinctive step, the rhythm of her heartbeat.
There was only silence, and stars too faint to show him the way home.
Sol in Libra
When the sun passeth through Libra, it is a good time for journeys. Beware of open enemies, war, and opposition.
--Anonymous English Commonplace Book, c. 1590,
Goncalves MS 4890, f. 9r
Let me in, Miriam, before I break down the damn door." Gallowglass wasn't in the mood for games.
Miriam flung the door open. "Matthew may be gone, but don't try anything funny. I'm still watching you."
That was no surprise to Gallowglass. Jason had once told him that learning how to be a vampire under Miriam's guidance had convinced him that there was indeed an all-knowing, all-seeing, and vengeful deity. Contrary to biblical teachings, however, She was female and sarcastic.
"Did Matthew and the others get off safely?" Diana asked quietly from the top of the stairs. She was ghostly pale, and a small suitcase sat at her feet. Gallowglass cursed and leaped up the steps.
"They did," he said, grabbing the case before she did something daft and tried to carry it herself. Gallowglass found it more mysterious with every passing hour that Diana didn't simply topple over given the burden of the twins.
"Why did you pack a suitcase?" Chris
asked. "What's going on?"
"Auntie is going on a journey." Gallowglass still thought leaving New Haven was a bad idea, but Diana had informed him that she was going--with him or without him.
"Where?" Chris demanded. Gallowglass shrugged.
"Promise me you'll keep working on the DNA samples from Ashmole 782 as well as the blood-rage problem, Chris," Diana said as she descended the stairs.
"You know I don't leave research problems unfinished." Chris turned on Miriam. "Did you know that Diana was leaving?"
"How could I not? She made enough noise getting her suitcase out of the closet and calling the pilot." Miriam grabbed Chris's coffee. She took a sip and grimaced. "Too sweet."
"Get your coat, Auntie." Gallowglass didn't know what Diana had planned--she said she would tell him once they were in the air--but he doubted they were headed for a Caribbean island with swaying palms and warm breezes.
For once Diana didn't protest at his hovering.
"Lock the door when you leave, Chris. And make sure the coffeepot is unplugged." She stood on her toes and kissed her friend on the cheek. "Take care of Miriam. Don't let her walk across New Haven Green at night, even if she is a vampire."
"Here," Miriam said, handing over a large manila envelope. "As requested."
Diana peeked inside. "Are you sure you don't need them?"
"We have plenty of samples," she replied.
Chris looked deep into Diana's eyes. "Call if you need me. No matter why, no matter when, no matter where--I'll be on the next flight."
"Thank you," she whispered, "I'll be fine. Gallowglass is with me."
To his surprise, the words brought Gallowglass no joy.
How could they, when they were uttered with such resignation?
*
The de Clermont jet lifted off from the New Haven airport. Gallowglass stared out the window, tapping his phone against his leg. The plane banked, and he sniffed the air. North by northeast.
Diana was sitting next to him, eyes closed and lips white. One hand was resting lightly on Apple and Bean as though she were comforting them. There was a trace of moisture on her cheeks.
"Don't cry. I cannot bear it," Gallowglass said gruffly.
"I'm sorry. I can't seem to help it." Diana turned in her seat so that she faced the opposite side of the cabin. Her shoulders trembled.
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