Chapter Sixteen
When we came back, Arland was waiting for us in the kitchen. He'd found the guest laptop I'd left in the room for his convenience and was reading something on the screen. A cup of tea with small roses on it sat next to him. The air smelled like mint. Even in a white T-shirt and jeans, Arland didn't fit into the kitchen. It was like walking into your room and finding a medieval knight with the face of a superstar casually sipping tea from your flowery porcelain cup.
The vampire saw Sean. His eyes narrowed. "Did something happen?"
"No," Sean told him.
Arland studied him. "You look different. You look larger." He inhaled. "And your scent has changed. Something did happen."
Something happened all right. Sean hadn't said a word after we left the shop. He did look larger, better defined, as if he'd gained about ten pounds of muscle and it all went to the right places. His eyes, more golden than amber now, looked into the distance. He was wandering somewhere inside his head, and antagonizing him right now wasn't wise. Somehow I didn't think that he'd respond with werewolf poetry. He kept shrugging his shoulders as if he wanted to test them out.
"What are you reading?" I asked.
"Just some minor social research," Arland said.
Okay. "Did the battlefield meet with your approval?"
"It will suffice. Have you acquired your weapons?"
"Yes," I said.
"I'm going to go for a run." Sean opened the back door and went outside.
I moved to the window. He was standing in the grass, looking up at the sky.
Arland's eyebrows crept together. "Should I be concerned?"
"Probably not." I had no idea. I was concerned. In my book, putting on alien suits that bonded with your body wasn't wise. But Sean was a grown man, and there wasn't anything I could've done about it. I had no idea what side effects this stunt could have.
Sean shrugged his shoulders again and took off, dashing into the trees. A moment and he vanished completely from view.
Here's hoping he came back in one piece.
"Lady Dina," Arland said.
I turned to him. "Dina, please."
"Dina." Arland leaned back and presented me with a dazzling smile, his fangs on display.
Uh-oh. Perhaps keeping "lady" in front of my name would've been a better strategy.
He rose and walked over to me. I used to read an action series about a former military detective who was almost six and a half feet tall. I'd never quite comprehended how tall that was, but Arland had just given me a very good idea.
"Do you need to make any preparations?" Arland stopped next to me and leaned his forearm against the wall, looking out of the window. "If so, how long they will take?"
"About seven hours, give or take a few minutes depending on temperature," I said. That was the average time it took the pearls to mature once planted.
"Will you be comfortable with fighting tonight?" he asked.
"Yes." This was the weirdest conversation.
Arland nodded. "Dina..."
"Yes?"
"This entire affair has many components in it. Pride, revenge, betrayal... All very important." He turned and looked at me with his dark blue eyes. "I'm honor and duty bound to resolve this. The future of my House depends on it. I don't know what Sean's motivations are beyond territoriality, and I don't know if I can rely on him. But no matter what my commitments are, I will promise you this: your safety is my first priority. I wish you had chosen to remain behind."
"Because I'm a woman?" I asked quietly.
"Because you will be the only person in the fight who hasn't been trained as a killer. I have seen my mother and my grandmother on the battlefield. Any vampire with half a mind knows better than to stand between a woman and her chosen target. When a man takes up arms, he does so for many reasons. Sometimes to punish, sometimes to intimidate or frighten. But when a woman picks up a weapon, she means to kill. So please do not take this as an insult."
He leaned toward me. Suddenly the space between us shrank.
"I will do everything in my power to ensure your survival, and should the need arise, I will put myself between danger and you." His voice was quiet and intimate. "Do not hesitate to use me as your shield."
His voice sent tiny shivers through me.
Wow. He was something else.
Arland smiled again, showing me his fangs. Vampires smiled for many reasons, but when a vampire male smiled at you from this distance with that kind of look in his eyes, it was done for one purpose only: to impress. Look at my big teeth. I'm an apex predator. My genetic material is awesome.
I had to say something. "I'll keep that in mind. Now if you excuse me, I have some preparations to make."
I picked up my broom, went outside, pulled the cart out with my magic, stuck the broom into it, and started toward the clearing. The cart rolled behind me.
No, this wouldn't do. I had to keep at least some semblance of normality and I was getting sloppy. Appearing normal even when nobody who mattered could see us was how innkeepers had kept up our disguises for so long. I sighed, circled the cart, and put my hands on the handles.
Vampires have been hitting on me since I was about fifteen. Mostly vampire boys. Vampires, as a species, lived to conquer. Their cultural identity was wrapped up around challenges, and both male and female vampires went after their targets with single-minded precision. As the daughter of innkeepers, I was off-limits and therefore irresistible. Nothing had ever come of it, and I was used to it by now, but something about Arland, the way he looked at me, or the way he smiled, sent a shiver of alarm through me. It wasn't unpleasant, which was troubling. Being involved with the Marshal of a Holy Anocracy House wasn't on my agenda. They didn't do "involved." They only did total and complete victory. I had to nip this in the bud.
Where could Sean have gotten off to? If that suit had strangled him and he now lay dying somewhere, I wouldn't even know. Idiot werewolf.
I reached the edge of clearing. Here the short, stocky trees parted to encircle a clear field. The boundary of the inn ended about twelve feet ahead. I took the broom from the cart, turned it into a narrow shovel, and thrust it into the ground. The hole grew around it, wider, deeper...
Little more.
Hmm. About a foot deep should do it.
Okay, good enough. Now I just had to make thirty-one more.
I turned and almost walked into Sean. His face was slicked with a faint sheen of sweat. His cloak was gone. He wore a T-shirt that left his arms bare, and the same damp sheen covered the carved muscle of his biceps. He stared at my face, his eyes so light they almost glowed. I looked into them and saw the wolf looking right back at me.
Every cell in my body went on full alert. My broom sprouted a blade.
Sean smiled, a feral grin like a wolf panting. "Dina." He practically purred.
"Are you okay?"
He glanced at my broom, amused. "What are you doing here, all alone?"
This was reminding me of Red Riding Hood. If he asked what was in my basket, he would regret it. "I'm not alone. I have my broom."
He leaned forward, closing the six inches between us. The dark tattoo designs slid up and down his neck and chest. The wolf in his eyes beckoned.
Oh no. No, no, no. We were not going there, into those dark woods.
I touched the tip of my spear to the underside of his chin. The heat coming off his skin warmed my hand.
"Ooh." He wrinkled his nose at me. "Sharp."
"I think your new outfit got you a little too excited." I began to pool the magic under him.
"I'm going to kiss you," he said.
"What?"
He pushed my spear aside with his fingers and bent down. His hand slid into my hair. His mouth closed on mine.
Kissing Sean Evans was like drinking a shot of the strongest liquor in the world while it was on fire.
His tongue touched my lips, stroking, teasing, not attacking but seducing; confident but subtle. Excitement shot through me like an electric shock and some sort of vital switch in my brain malfunctioned, fried by the burst of need. I opened my mouth and let him in, our bodies perfectly in tune. He wanted me and I kissed him back.
We broke apart. My body was hot, my head was dizzy. The wolf eyes laughed at me. He looked like he was about to repeat that kiss.
Sean leaned forward.
I pushed. The ground under him yawned and he sank into it up to his hips.
He grinned. "Was it that good for you?"
I dropped him another eighteen inches.
Sean laughed.
"You're interfering with my work. Don't make me bury you."
"If you bury me, you'll have to dig me up for the fight."
"Maybe I'll just leave you in the ground."
I made another hole, took a pearl, which was about the size of a honeydew melon, from the cart, and slid it into the soil.
"Why?" he asked.
"You'll see tonight." I made another hole and planted the next pearl in it. "That suit has gone to your head."
"It's not the suit, buttercup."
"I don't do pet names."
"Do you do werewolves?"
"Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to plant the rest of these, and if you stay very quiet, I might find a drop of compassion in my heart and dig you out before you sprout roots."
He grinned and strained. Muscles bulged on his chest.
"Very impressive, but --"
Sean shot out of the hole and took off into the trees.
Whoa.
I tracked him with my magic. He was running like a madman, bouncing up and down off the tree trunks.
First Arland, now him. Was it something in the air? Maybe fighting the dahaka had gotten them all excited. I didn't know and quite frankly I didn't care. I wanted to kill the dahaka and send both of them home.
Dahaka... Thinking about the fight opened this gaping hole in my stomach that refused to close. Maybe the two of them thought they were going to die and this was their chance to go out strong. I really hoped not.
It was a nice kiss. Very... memorable.
If he came near me with that look again, I'd hit him upside the head and claim self-defense. No jury in the world would convict me.
*** *** ***
The day slowly burned down to evening. I had set the kitchen timer and it told me it'd been exactly six hours and thirty-five minutes since I planted the pearls. They would hatch in nineteen minutes.
In the foyer Arland sat on the loveseat, sipping mint tea. The vampire wore a full set of armor; the breastplate and the raised pauldrons made his shoulders and chest appear enormous. His weapon, a giant blood mace, lay next to him on the floor, its head solid black and crossed by glowing red lines.
Sean sat across from him in a chair, Beast curled by his feet. Sean wore sweatpants and a dark shirt. His bare feet rested on the floorboards. He planned to go into wetwork shape and he said boots hindered his mobility. Two large machetes rested next to him. Well, one was a machete. The other looked like a hybrid of a gladius and an oversized bowie knife.
"So crosses don't do anything against your kind?" Sean asked.
"No," Arland said. "There is no mystical force repelling us."
"Then why?"
"We're forbidden to kill a creature in a moment of prayer or invocation of their deity. Well, we can, technically, but you have to do penance and purify yourself and nobody wants to spend weeks praying and bathing themselves in the sacred cave springs. The water's only a fraction warmer than ice. When one of you holds up a cross, it's difficult to determine whether you're praying, invoking, or just waving it around. So the sane strategy is to back away."
"What about garlic?"
"That comes from gravediggers," I told him. "When they exhumed bodies, they would wear garlands of garlic to keep from gagging."
"Holy water?" Sean asked.
"That charming practice originated in Byzantium," Arland said. "Your churches stored a lot of gold, so to keep the undesirables away, the priests would keep quicklime powder on hand. We're positive there were other ingredients in the powder as well, but quicklime was present in abundance. They'd toss a handful of quicklime in your face and dump holy water on you. The water reacts with quicklime, igniting and turning extremely corrosive. But no, I've dipped my hand in your blessed water before and by itself, it does absolutely nothing."
"Where did you get the holy water?" I asked.
"My cousin brought it as a souvenir. I did it on a dare. Logically, of course, I knew it wouldn't melt my skin off, but one can never be certain."
I pictured a bunch of teenage vampires standing around a basin. "You touch it." "No, you touch it..." Of course, he would put his hand into it.
My timer went off.
"Is it that time?" Sean asked.
I nodded and petted Beast one last time. "Guard the house. Stay inside."
Beast whined softly. I didn't want me to go either, but I had no choice about it.
We went out the door. Sean carried a blade in each hand. Arland carried his mace. I carried my broom. The sun had set, but its wake still diluted the sky's purple to pale yellow in the west. The moon rose, bright, huge, like a silver coin in the sky. The scent of grass and the weak aroma of burning wood from someone's fire pit swirled around me. Noises came in clear: the faint sound of our feet, the distant barking of a dog, a siren somewhere far away... The world seemed so sharp somehow. I was wearing jeans during a Texas summer evening, and still I felt cold.
I really didn't want to die.
"Fear is good," Sean told me.
"Too much fear isn't good," Arland said. "Don't worry, I'll be there."
Sean put his hand on my arm and stopped, letting Arland go forward a few steps. He leaned to me and said quietly, "Don't count on him or on me. If things don't go well, you turn around, run back to the house, and let the inn guns blow that bastard to pieces if he follows. I left my parents' number on your kitchen table. Call them if something happens. They'll help."
Two thoughts occurred at the same time. One said "If I could get the dahaka on the grounds, I wouldn't need the guns" and the second said "He's worried enough to do this for me." That last one cut right through the fear of impending death and freaked me right the heck out.
There was no way on Earth I could be falling for Sean Evans. The list of his shortcomings was a mile long: arrogant, unstable, bossy, werewolf... who'd saved me from dying in a Costco parking lot and who kissed like... I shut my brain off and made my lips move. "Thank you."
Sean nodded.
We came to the edge of the field. The Anansi pearls had grown and broken through the soil, rising a few inches above the dirt like the tops of giant mushrooms about to break free. Each of them should be the size of a small tire now, but with most of their bulk buried it was hard to tell. I hoped they were done. Sometimes there were some minor variations due to temperature. The only way to know for sure would be to break one, but once broken, they wouldn't last long in Earth's atmosphere.
Sean stared at the pearls.
Arland raised his eyebrows.
"You sure about this?" Sean asked me.
"Yes. My father's used them before."
Sean and Arland walked out into the field. Although it was technically my property, the inn wasn't yet strong enough to claim it. The grounds ended at the field's edge. I sighed and followed the two men. The protective mantle of magic slid off me. I felt naked.
Arland took out his crest. His fingers danced over the surface. "It's done. It's broadcasting the signal of the person I think betrayed us. The dahaka will show up soon."
"Let's hope you're right," I said.
A minute passed. Another. Time slowed to a crawl. Funny how long a minute can last. If you're reading a good book, it flies by. If you're holding your breath, it moves slower than a snail.
"What if he doesn't show?" I asked.
"He'll show," Sean said. "He wants to get paid."
"And once he sees us, it will be a challenge," Arland said.
We stood shoulder to shoulder. "Shouldn't we have set some traps?" I asked.
"He's too mobile," Arland said. "He'd avoid whatever we set up and we'd stumble into our defenses in the fight. Besides, we are the trap."
He and Sean had planted an energy disruptor a few hours ago. According to Arland, it would negate whatever energy weapons the dahaka carried, and apparently, dahakas didn't care for projectile technology.
Sean raised his face to the moon and inhaled. His ears twitched. "Incoming. About two miles out." He glanced at me. "Dina, remember, stick to the plan, no matter how hard it is. It's a good plan and it will work."
A shiver ran down his spine, like fire down a detonator cord. His skin split. Mist swirled around him. For a long moment his face remained human and then it too burst, bones growing, flesh stretching. His back expanded, layered with thick, hard muscle. He raised his new massive arms, which were covered with gray fur, and held them out. The armor burst out of his pores, sheathing the body in a tight dark sleeve. Reinforced plates formed over his abdomen. Flexible darkness covered his massive neck. He pulled his clothes off, ripping them off almost as an afterthought.
The armor sheathed him, dark like tar, but unlike glossy tar, it swallowed the moonlight. The black turned, twisted, lightened, and a pattern of gray and blue formed on its surface, matching the trees and the grass so exactly he became practically invisible.
"Try to keep him still," Sean-wolf growled.
"Worry about yourself," Arland said.
Sean nodded, sprinted across the clearing, and jumped up, scrambling up the tree. His armor shifted, adjusting, and I could no longer see him.
A low, murmuring growl, like a dozen voices speaking at once, rolled through the trees. The stalkers were coming.
"Just like we rehearsed," Arland said and walked over to the side.
"I remember," I told him.
Pale eyes ignited at the other end of the clearing. Thin shapes dashed through the trees.
"No fear," Arland said.
One says be afraid, the other says don't be afraid. Perfect.
The first stalker emerged into the moonlight, an ugly, alien thing. It sniffed the air tentatively and looked at me.
Arland stood perfectly still.
More stalkers joined the first, condensing from the twilight. Wow. I hadn't expected this many. Alarm squirmed through me.
The lead stalker dipped his head, unsure. Behind the horde, a dark shape rose, taller and standing on two legs. The dahaka.
Stalkers were predators. Like dogs, like cats, like bears, they all reacted to the same behavior. It was an instinctual reaction and we were counting on it.
I turned and ran.
The growls behind me raised the hair on the back of my neck, whipping me into a frenzy. I dashed across the field. The noise behind me swelled. They chased me.
I shot through the inn's boundary, sending the magic in front of me in a wide fan. The tops of the Anansi pearls cracked in unison.
I spun around, the broom in my hand shifting into a halberd.
More than half the stalkers ran across the field in a ragged wave, ignoring Arland. The rest lingered at the edge of the field.
The dahaka strode out of the trees. If he called them back now, it was all over. Both Arland and Sean didn't think he would --he would want to take me out before I reached the inn and turned its defenses on him.
Red lines ignited in Arland's armor. The blood mace whined, priming.
The dahaka roared, the remaining stalkers echoing his voice.
Arland snarled back, a harsh, primal challenge.
The stalkers were almost on me.
The tops of the pearls pulsated. Please be ripe, please be ripe...
Arland trotted forward like a tank that was trying to build up speed.
The first stalker crossed the boundary. I let it come.
It leaped at me. I spun my halberd and sliced across its ribs. White blood flew. The stalkers howled in unison and sped up. That's right. Come closer.
The injured stalker whirled and fell as tree roots wrapped around his body and throat.
Beyond the mass of stalkers, the dahaka charged out of the trees and struck at Arland.
The stalkers mobbed me. I cut the first, then the second, spinning the halberd around me, playing for time. Claws carved my leg. Someone ripped at my back. Now.
The ground gave under the stalkers, sucking them in. It wouldn't hold but for a few seconds. That would have to be enough.
The tops of the Anansi pearls burst. Spiders as big as my fist, their backs glowing with electric green, poured out of the eggs. They swarmed the stalkers. Their jaws punctured flesh, injecting lethal poison. The stalkers screeched in unison as their tissue began to liquefy.
In the field, Arland and the dahaka clashed. The alien dwarfed the vampire, towering a full foot above Arland's head. Arland wasn't slow, but the dahaka was so fast. He snarled, turning back and forth, slicing at Arland with a short blue blade. The blows rained on the vampire, but he stood his ground. The stalkers snapped and lunged at him, their claws sliding off his armor.
A chunk of Arland's armor fell to the ground, wet with blood.
The vampire grunted, teeth bared. His mace connected with the dahaka's shoulder. The impact threw the dahaka back. He stumbled, then charged again. Arland braced himself. The alien turned, whipping his massive tail. It smashed into Arland, staggering him to the side.
"Faster," I whispered to the Anansi's children. "Kill faster."
They didn't understand my word, but they understood my tone. The spiders fed faster, gorging themselves. The stalkers inside the inn boundary convulsed, moaning. There was nothing I could do until the stalkers were dead. Both Sean and Arland had stressed to me that this was my part of the plan and it was essential I killed them all.
Another chunk of armor flew from Arland. The dahaka was carving him out of it, piece by piece.
Where the hell was Sean? Come on. He wouldn't chicken out. He just couldn't.
Arland took another tail hit on the side. His head hung. He shook it slowly, as if dazed.
"Faster," I pushed the spiders. If I moved without them, I'd lose control of the swarm. They would live just long enough to fill the Avalon Subdivision with the lifeless husks of its former inhabitants. "Hurry."
The dahaka spun around the vampire like a bladed whirlwind. Blood drenched Arland's armor. He gasped. The dahaka sliced across the back of his legs. Arland went down on one knee.
The largest of the spiders fell on its side. Its legs jerked spasmodically and became still. I had pushed them too far too fast. Damn it.
The last stalker wailed and died.
I strode across the boundary and the rest of the spiders followed me, intoxicated by my magic. Behind me the last of the stalkers sank softly to the ground, dry shells of their formerly impressive selves.
The dahaka barked a short command. The remaining stalkers charged at me.
The alien swung his blade, aiming for Arland's bowed head.
I ran. The spiders surged forward, heading for the alien, and washed over the remaining stalkers.
Three things happened at once: the dahaka struck, bringing his blade down; Arland spun out of the way; and a lean shadow appeared behind the dahaka as if by magic and sank a sword into his spine.
The alien screamed. Sean sliced at him, cutting and slashing with his swords. The dahaka counterattacked with fast, brutal cuts, but Sean was too fast. The assassin's sword whistled through the air, cutting nothing.
The two spiders by my feet cringed and fell over. One by one, my spider horde began to die.
Arland rose to his feet, suddenly fast and limber, and smashed the dahaka's side with his mace. Together the werewolf and the vampire began pushing the dahaka. The blood mace whirred and struck home and for every blow of Arland's weapon, Sean landed two or three cuts. The dahaka fought back with vicious fury. Blood sprayed, and I no longer could tell whose. They kept pressing him, driving him across the clearing toward me.
He should've been disabled by now. That was the plan. But he danced back and forth, fully mobile. At any moment, he could break away and run, and we would have to chase him. Neither Arland nor I would be fast enough. The dahaka was outnumbered and wounded. He was losing and he knew it. I could feel him teetering on the brink of a decision. If he ran, it would be all over.
I melted my halberd in a bundle of blue filaments. It spiraled around my hands and waist, extending to sink deep into the ground behind me. I sent my magic down through it. My power streamed from me like electric current through the wire and back into the inn, forging a connection.
I cried out. It was a small, scared noise.
The dahaka spun and saw me, standing alone and weaponless outside the inn's boundary, my spiders dead around me. The purple eyes gleamed. In the split second he stared at me, I saw the calculation plain in those alien eyes. Sean pressed him from one side and Arland from the other. I was the only possible exit. He could maim me in passing or grab me and use me as a hostage, and either way the two men would abandon their pursuit and concentrate on helping me. It was a win-win scenario.
The dahaka whipped around and charged at me.
Sean chased him, but the alien moved too fast.
I stood still. My heart was pounding too fast to count. Blood thudded through my head. The air tasted like metal.
The dahaka came toward me, fast, unstoppable, like a train flying off the rails.
I spread my arms and leaned forward, bringing them together, my fingers reaching for him. All of my power, everything that made me an innkeeper, moved with me. Behind me the house creaked, mimicking my movement. Every tree branch, every blade of grass, and every stray root reached forward with me. Wind bathed the dahaka like the breath of a giant clearing his lungs just before he inhaled. The alien realized it was a trap and spun around in a desperate rush to get away. Sean cut at him, but the alien batted him aside. For a second the way to his escape looked clear, and then Arland drove his massive shoulder into the dahaka, knocking him back toward me.
I straightened and pulled the empty air with both hands. The wind roared as the entire inn pulled with me. The dahaka howled, straining to resist the storm made just for him. His feet sank into the soil. He dropped down to all fours, clawing at the dirt, screeching in pure terror.
The house and I pulled, trying to drag him into the inn.
The dahaka slid across the grass, straight to me. Somehow he flipped and leaped straight up at me, claws out, teeth bared. Filaments bristled like narrow javelins and shot from me, piercing him in a dozen places. The dahaka howled, suspended in midair, flailing like a fish on a hook. Behind him, Sean leaped ten feet up and severed the dahaka's head with one precise blow.
It rolled to my feet. The purple fire went out of the alien's eyes.
My knees buckled and I sat on the grass. It reached to me, rubbing against me like a cat arching its back, eager for a stroke.
We'd won.
*** *** ***
Sean sat on the grass next to me. Blood slicked his skin. The dahaka had gotten in a few good cuts.
We watched as Arland searched the dahaka's armor. He found something, examined it closely, and came to sit next to us. In his hands was a vampire's crest. He showed it to me. "I activated it and sent a message. He's coming."
"He?" Sean asked.
"My cousin."
"How did you know?" Sean asked.
"He'd opposed the Pact of Brotherhood. Nothing forceful, just a snide comment here and there, enough to let us know he wasn't happy about it. Orig has poor impulse control. As a child, he got into fights for frivolous reasons. As an adolescent, he had to learn the hard way that women don't enjoy being assaulted. He is at his best when he is set loose on the battlefield in the ranks, but in his mind, he is the Marshal. He spoke at the feast in my aunt's honor after we buried her. It was all outrage and bluster and how we would find those responsible and make them regret ever crawling out of their mother's womb. After the funeral I saw him standing by himself. I was above him on the terrace and he thought he was alone. He was smiling. I thought it was odd at the time. I used your terminal to check with the House. They pulled his flight plans for the past six months. A month before the wedding, he'd taken a trip to Savva. The idiot had charged the House for the fuel. There is one in every family."
Sean glanced at me.
"Savva is the mercenary capital of the galaxy," I told him. "If you wanted to hire a killer, that would be the place."
Arland grimaced. "Now I'll have to mop up his mess."
"Now?" I asked.
He nodded. "I want to get this over with."
"Don't you want to heal up?" I asked.
"No, I don't." The way he said it made it clear he wanted the questions dropped.
We sat together, bleeding quietly onto the grass. I hurt in half a dozen places. Funny how in the fight I hadn't noticed, but apparently, I was all cut up to hell. The inn could heal the magical injuries but not the physical ones. Well, this would cure me of looking for trouble for at least a few weeks.
The screen door clanged. I turned around. Lord Soren, out of his armor and limping, struggled forth. He crossed the property and lowered himself on the grass next to Arland.
Arland nodded to him. "Is there a precedent for outsiders serving as witnesses?"
"Yes," Lord Soren said.
"Good."
The sky above us split. A bright red orb formed in the air and drained down in a silent, glowing waterfall of red, leaving three new vampires on the grass. The tallest looked a lot like Arland. If they were human, I'd say the cousin was about six or seven years older, but with vampires, nobody could tell.
Arland rose and walked over. "Why?"
The vampire snarled back.
"Engage your translator," Arland said. "My witnesses don't speak our language."
I leaned over to Lord Soren. "Orig isn't your son, is he?" Because that would be awful.
"No," the older vampire said. "Other side of the family."
Orig fixed Arland with a glowing stare. "This alliance, this brotherhood you and your father dragged us into. It's not good for anyone. We've had two years of peace. Two years of no raids, no challenges, and no glory. We're going soft and stale. You don't care, and I get that you don't care. You have achieved your place, but the rest of us are not as lucky. Not everyone can be the golden son. Some of us have ranks to climb."
"You had the exact same opportunities I did," Arland said. "You didn't rise through the ranks because you're an undisciplined idiot. You want to know my secret? Before you earn the right to give orders, you have to follow them. We were going to launch a joint offensive against House Lon this fall. It would've been massive and it would let us extend our influence over the entire continent. The offensive is now dead. Congratulations, Orig. You single-handedly crushed three years of planning. You brought in an outsider to assassinate your own aunt, and you've permitted him to soil your crest. It will be years before we can wipe away the stench of your foul stain from our name."
"And if I want a trial?" Orig asked.
Arland dropped his gauntlets on the grass. His breastplate followed. "You get a trial right here. You're not going back to the House to grandstand and posture. I'm the Marshal of House Krahr. I've conducted my investigation. Here, before these witnesses, I find you guilty of treason. Defend yourself."
Orig bared his teeth. The armor fell off him. "I will bury you on this planet."
"Big words. Just try to die well. Don't shame the House any further."
They clashed. No weapons, just bare hands and teeth. It was short and brutal. I really wanted to close my eyes a couple of times, but I was a witness and so I watched until Arland bit through the back of his cousin's neck. He shook his prey once like a dog shakes a rat and spat him out.
"Remove this filth."
The two vampires who had arrived with Orig collected his body. Lord Soren lumbered to his feet and followed them. Arland wiped the blood from his lips.
"Aren't you going with them?" Sean asked.
"I thought I would impose on you for just a little while longer," Arland said to me. "I really would like to shower. And to brush my teeth. I need to get the taste of family out of my mouth."
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I was sitting in the foyer, trying to read a novel about angels and women who fell in love with them. The novel was great, but I couldn't sink into it. I had showered and made myself some chamomile tea, but sleeping seemed impossible.
This had been my first major clash in my own inn. I'd won, but somehow I didn't feel triumphant. I felt... spent.
Sean emerged from the kitchen and set a cup of coffee in front of me. He'd washed the blood off his face. "Hey."
"Hey," I said.
"So what's next for you?" he asked.
"Next I go on as usual," I said. "The Innkeeper Assembly may send someone to investigate, but I can hold them off. What's next for you?"
"I owe a favor to Wilmos," Sean said.
No. Suddenly I realized what was coming.
He looked at his coffee. "I'm pretty sure I know what kind of favor he wants. I thought I'd go and pay him back before he thinks something up. I'd like to see what's out there. I'd like to see Savva. Other places. You know."
I knew. I could see it in his eyes. I'd had the same look once, that exciting knowledge that somewhere just beyond the space horizon, something secret and exciting waited for you. Something you'd never seen before and probably would never see again. He'd always been looking for the place he belonged. The lure of the unknown was irresistible. "You're leaving."
"Not forever," he said. "I want to work off my debt to Wilmos. When someone mentions some planet or some gadget, I don't want to be the only one in the room who doesn't know what it is. I feel like I blundered through this thing with my eyes half shut. I want to open them and see."
Something inside me dropped. I hadn't realized how much I liked him and now he was leaving.
I could ask him to stay. He might even do it. He liked me. At least I thought he did. But he wouldn't be happy and it wouldn't last for long. The Great Beyond was calling. I knew how strong that pull was. I'd answered it and wandered around the cosmos for years before coming finally home. Time wasn't always the same there as it was here.
The words came out slowly. "The galaxy is very large. It lured away my brother. Klaus is still somewhere out there." I pointed up. "I haven't heard from him in forever. Don't be like my brother, Sean. Keep in touch."
"I'll try."
"Do you need me to open a door for you?"
Sean shook his head. "Wilmos gave me a gadget. One-way transportation to Baha-char."
"It's easy to get lost there. Be careful."
"I will," he said.
Arland descended the stairs. He was freshly showered. "I thought to stay longer, but it seems the House won't let me. I have settled my account, Lady Dina. My uncle and I were most pleased with our stay and your discretion."
Everybody was leaving. That was a fact of the innkeeper's life: guests left. New guests would arrive. I had just made a mistake of being too involved with one of them. I wouldn't repeat it next time. "Thank you."
Arland knelt by me. "I have to go, but I will return. And when I do, I hope you will grant me the privilege of staying at your inn."
"You're welcome any time, Lord Arland."
He hesitated. "I don't suppose you would join me..."
"I wouldn't. Not at this time. I belong at the inn."
He nodded. "I reserve the right to try to change your mind."
I forced a smile.
Arland walked out the door.
Sean halted. "Do I get a good-bye kiss?"
"It will just make things harder, Sean. You chose your road. You should follow it and not look back."
He opened his mouth as if to say something, turned, and walked out. I flicked my fingers. "Terminal, please." A flat screen formed on the wall and I watched them head to the orchard. The sun was rising. They had to hurry.
The inn was safe. I had done my job. All was well.
All was well.
"What are you intentions toward Dina?" Arland asked on the screen.
"My intentions are my business," Sean said.
"Mhm," Arland said. "I have spent my spare time studying literature popular with young women of this planet. One should always study the battlefield."
Sean glanced at him. "And?"
"I suggest you give up now. According to my research, in a vampire-werewolf love triangle, the vampire always gets the girl."
"Is that so?" Sean asked.
"It is."
"In that case, may the best man win."
Arland considered it and grinned. "I can live with that."
The red glow claimed him and he vanished, sucked upward.
Sean stopped. The orchard stretched in front of him. He took something out of his pocket. Reality tore in front of him like a plastic bag pulled apart. A narrow gap formed between the trees and through it I saw the familiar busy street. Wilmos' shop shimmered in the distance.
Sean took a deep breath and stepped into the gap.