“I don’t think so.”

Lucien’s eyes dilated. “Andreas said we could trust you.”

“That’s nice, but I don’t trust you. If Andreas has something to say to me, why isn’t he here?”

“The message is not from Andreas.”

Ari frowned, fast losing patience. The only reason she was still listening was because he implied Andreas knew something about this. “We’re not getting very far with this conversation, are we? Either give me the message or leave.” He’d picked a bad day for a chat. She pointed her chin at him and clenched her fists. Lucien clearly didn’t know what to do, faced with conducting his business in a doorway or leaving before he accomplished his task. Part of Ari was amused by his dilemma, but it was wasting time. Her time.

“Oh, fine,” she said, grudgingly ending the stalemate. “You can come in, but the door stays open.”

She backed toward her desk, slipping behind it without taking her eyes off the vampire. Lucien pulled a chair from the conference table. As he sat, he arranged his jacket, checked the creases on his trousers. It was all for show.

Finally he spoke. “I am here on behalf of Prince Daron. He wishes to speak with you this evening.”

“About what?”

Lucien’s pinched face told her he didn’t want to answer that. “We have had an incident.” The creases on his face grew deeper. “One of the prince’s staff was staked in his sleep. Normally we—”

“Who was it?” she interrupted. A heavy pulse beat in her temple. Not again. Too soon. Why wasn’t Andreas the one here talking to her?

Lucien’s frown became a fierce scowl.

“Who was killed?” she repeated.

“Does it matter?” he snapped. He caught himself—he’d obviously been told to play nice. “Frederick.”

Ari’s muscles relaxed, her heart resumed its normal beat.

“As I was saying,” Lucien continued, his voice still heavy with disapproval, “normally we handle our own affairs. In this matter, the prince has decided to consult with you.”

Yeah, right. Ari waited for the punch line. “Go on,” she said.

“That was it. That is the message. I am here to take you to him. The prince wants to speak with you immediately.”

“Consult about what? What exactly does the prince want from me?”

“He will explain when you meet.”

She shook her head. “Not good enough. I’m not putting a foot outside this office with you, Lucien. Especially not to meet with the biggest, baddest vampire in the city. If Prince Daron wants to talk to me, have him come here.” She wasn’t sure she’d be safe even then, but she could arrange for others to meet with them. She’d learned from Sebastian just what the old ones could do. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Lucien stared at her. “I don’t think you understand the situation.”

“Maybe not, but I know how to remedy that little problem.”

She grabbed her cell and dug out the scrap of paper from Ryan. It rang so long she’d almost given up when Andreas finally answered.

“What’s going on?” she demanded. “Lucien is here in my office.”

“What has he said?”

“That Prince Daron wants to see me. He won’t say why, except it has something to do with a dead vampire. This isn’t another accusation of Ari as a vampire hunter, is it?”

“Unfair, Ari. I apologized for that. Frederick was murdered in his sleep. Do you understand what that implies?”

“I think so.” Among other things, it meant the vampires had a problem they couldn’t handle. A daylight killer.

Lucien watched Ari during the conversation with a blank expression, but she saw the angry flicker in his eyes. She was pretty sure this “consult” hadn’t been his idea.

“So, what’s this got to do with me?” she said into the phone. “Come on, Andreas, talk to me.”

She heard a heavy sigh. “I suggest you meet with Prince Daron and find out for yourself. I honestly don’t know what he decided. And I would rather not speculate.” The line was silent for a moment. “What concerns you, Arianna?”

“I don’t know these guys. And no one, including you, is giving me much information. All I know for sure is a really old vamp wants to meet on his own territory. After Sebastian, I have trust issues.”

Andreas chuckled. “Always honest. An invitation from Daron’s court is an honor not frequently offered to outsiders.”

“Yeah, well, it just feels dangerous to me. Why didn’t you deliver the message?”

“The situation has been…complicated, since Frederick’s death. And I didn’t know they intended to approach you so soon. Would it make a difference if I told you I would be there? And guaranteed your safety?”

Ari thought it over, chewed her lower lip. Something had changed between her and Andreas on the night of Yana’s death. She felt safer with him than other vampires, but did she trust him this much? Would he deliberately put her in danger? Probably not, but how could he guarantee her safety? Daron was reputed to be more than 500 years old. As old or older than Sebastian. Could Andreas stand against his prince…or would he even try? Ari didn’t think so. She had to be crazy to consider this.

On the other hand, Daron’s request was unprecedented, a rare chance to see the inner court. It was tempting. Lucien had quit harping about the Second Chance incident, and she couldn’t think of anything else she’d done recently to piss off the vampires.

Besides, Andreas would owe her.

“All right. As long as you’ll be there, I’ll do it,” she said. She’d survived the encounter with Sebastian. Maybe her luck would hold. “But I’m not going anywhere with Lucien,” she added.

“You are the most obstinate witch.” Andreas’s voice was both exasperated and amused. “Club Dintero. Say, forty-five minutes. Now let me talk to Lucien.”

The vampires didn’t talk long. When it was over, Lucien rose to leave. “Don’t be late. Your absurd demands have taken Andreas from more important duties.”

Since she’d won that round, Ari let him have the last word. She didn’t even smirk at Lucien’s back.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Andreas was waiting outside when she approached Club Dintero five minutes ahead of the agreed time. From a block away, she saw him leaning against a lamppost, casual, relaxed, as if he could wait forever. Then he saw her and straightened, his figure suddenly purposeful, a sleeping predator awakening.

“Arianna,” he said as she drew near.

She smiled in return, rather uncertain. His dark eyes studied her face, and she finally looked away.

Ari hadn’t seen him or talked with him since the day Yana died. They had forged an unexpected intimacy that evening, and she wasn’t sure what it meant or what she thought about it. This first meeting felt awkward.

Andreas took the lead with a matter-of-fact tone. “We must hurry. I don’t like leaving the prince, even in the capable hands of Lucien and Carmella.”

Ari hurried to keep up with his long strides. “So you do protect the Prince?” She could do business talk. No problem.

“Yes. I am one of Daron’s lieutenants. Lucien is another, and Carmella. Frederick was the fourth.” He gave her a quick look. “I am telling you this because it will be helpful for your meeting with the prince.”

“Can’t you tell me what he wants?”

“We shall all know soon.” He lengthened his stride again.

Resigned to waiting for her audience with the prince, Ari kept further questions to herself. They turned down a dark alley into the warehouse district. The big loaders and trucks had been put away, but their presence lingered in the smell of oil and gasoline. It was quiet without the roaring engines. Their steps were the only discernible sounds, except for the occasional call of a night bird and the distant hum of city traffic. They passed four long rows of buildings before Andreas stopped at the side door of a shabby warehouse.

“Once we enter, be careful what you say. Not all vampires will appreciate your candor and…unique sense of humor.” He pulled a small cloth bag from his pocket. “Your bracelet. It would be an insult to wear it. Weapons?”

“None.” After a long debate with herself, she’d left them at the office rather than cause a fuss. Ari dropped her bracelet in without protest. It wasn’t likely her small protection charms would make a difference where she was going. She was placing a lot of trust in Andreas.

He knocked twice. A vampiress opened the door and beckoned them inside. Her fiery-red hair was cut in a short, manly style; she was dressed in what looked like black fatigues. Her stance said ‘don’t mess with me.’

“Andreas,” she said, her voice low and sexy, belying the no-nonsense attire.

“Carmella,” he acknowledged.

The female lieutenant.

“This is the Guardian?” The faint smirk said she wasn’t impressed.

“Get on with it, Carmella,” Andreas said.

“Very well. This way. The prince is waiting in The Blue Room.”

The Blue Room? Was that kind of like The White House?

Carmella opened a door off the hallway, stepping aside so the others could enter first. It was a blue room all right. Dark blue wainscoting and a multi-shade blue carpet contrasted with white walls. There were five large oak chairs upholstered in midnight-blue tapestry. A table at the end was covered with a blue, white-edged cloth, four bottles of wine, and a grouping of glasses. The only occupants were two vampires, one was Lucien. Ari studied the other.

Prince Daron had never been a handsome man; his bone structure was too heavy, his jaw too square. His cropped, black hair was straight and coarse. But the news photos she had seen failed to convey his incredible presence. Ari felt his magical power the moment they entered the room. He made little attempt to lighten its effect. She knew he could have blocked it; Andreas did it all the time—was doing it now.