Willie stared at me, and it was him, but there was a look in his eyes I’d never seen before. “What would you have of me, master?”
I collapsed on the floor, crying. I wanted to say, “I’m not your master,” but the words died in my throat, swallowed by a velvet darkness that ate my vision and then the world.
20
I’D FALLEN ASLEEP with my head in my father’s lap. He stroked my hair. I snuggled against his lap, my cheek resting on his bare thigh. Bare thigh? I was suddenly awake, pushing to a sitting position before I could really see. Jason sat leaning against a stone wall. It was his lap I’d woken up in. He gave me a very watered-down version of his usual come-hither smile, but it left his eyes cold and tired. He wasn’t up to leering at me tonight. Things are rough when Jason stops teasing.
Jean-Claude and Padma were arguing in French. They stood on either side of a wooden table. A man was bound facedown to the table with silver bands at wrist, ankles, and neck. Bands that were bolted to the table itself. He was nude, but more than his clothes were missing. The entire back of his body was one raw bloody mess. I’d found the owner of the skin on the door. Rafael’s darkly handsome face was slack, unconscious. I hoped he stayed that way for a long time.
Rafael, the Rat King, was head of the second-largest and strongest band of shapeshifters in the city. He was no one’s toy. What the hell was he doing here like this? “What is Rafael doing here?” I asked Jason.
He answered, voice tired, dragging, “The Master of Beasts wants the wererats. Rafael wasn’t strong enough not to come when called, but he was strong enough to not bring any of the other rats. He delivered himself over like a sacrifice.” Jason leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed. “They couldn’t break him. They couldn’t break Sylvie either.”
“Sylvie?” I stared around the room. It was twenty by twenty, not that big. She was across the room chained to the wall. She sagged in the chains, full weight on her wrists, unconscious. Most of her was hidden from view by the table that Rafael was chained to. She didn’t look hurt.
“Why is she here?”
“The Master of Beasts called the wolves, too. Richard wasn’t here to answer, so Sylvie came. She protected the rest of us, just like Rafael did for his people.”
“What are Jean-Claude and the Beastie-Boy arguing about?”
“The Traveler granted us our freedom, but they don’t want to include Rafael in the bargain. The Master of Beasts says the Rat King is not our people, nor our friend.”
“He’s my friend,” I said.
He smiled without opening his eyes. “I knew you’d say that.”
I got to my feet, pushing against the wall. I was a little unsteady, but not bad. I walked towards the arguing vampires. The French was hot and furious.
Jean-Claude turned to me. “Ma petite, you are awake.” His English was heavily accented. It often was after he’d been speaking a lot of French.
Padma held up a hand. “No, do not influence her.”
Jean-Claude gave a sweeping bow. “As you like.”
I wanted to touch Rafael. I could see his back rising and falling, but I wouldn’t really believe he was okay until I touched him. My hands sort of hovered over him, but there was almost no place left to touch that wasn’t raw and hurting. I finally touched his hair, then drew back. I didn’t want to wake him. Unconscious was better than anything else right now.
“Who is this one to you?” Padma asked.
“He’s Rafael, the Rat King. He’s my friend.”
Hannah walked in through the open dungeon door. The moment she appeared, I knew it was the Traveler. He leaned that very feminine body against the side of the door and managed to look masculine. “You cannot be friends with every monster in the city.”
I stared up at him. “Want to bet?”
He shook his head, Hannah’s blond hair bouncing back and forth just like in the shampoo commercial. He laughed, and it was girlish. “Oh, no, Anita Blake, I will not bargain with you again this night.” He started down the steps. He’d taken off the high heels, and glided down the stairs in stocking feet. “But there will be other nights.”
“I asked for safe passage and you gave it,” I said. “You can’t hurt us anymore.”
“I gave safe passage for tonight only, Anita.”
“I do not remember a time limit being placed on your promise,” Jean-Claude said.
The Traveler waved the objection away. “It was understood.”
“Not by me,” I said.
He stopped on the other side of the table, by Padma. He stared at me with Hannah’s grey eyes and frowned. “Anyone else would have known that I meant tonight alone.”
“As you yourself have said, Traveler, she is not anyone,” Jean-Claude said.
“He is one council member. He cannot bargain for all,” Padma said. “He can force us to let you go tonight, but the rest he cannot do. He cannot free you all without a vote of all represented here.”
“Then his promise means nothing,” I said.
“If I had dreamt that you meant safety for our entire stay,” the Traveler said, “I would have asked for more than merely the truth of the Earthmover’s death.”
“We made a deal. I kept my end of it,” I said.
He tried to cross his arms over his chest, but had to settle for his stomach, arms cradling the breasts. Women are just not designed to look tough. “You have given me yet another problem, Anita. It might be wise to not be so problematic.”
“Threaten all you want,” I said, “but for tonight you can’t touch us.”
“Do not let it go to your head.” His voice had crawled down a few octaves, dragging out of Hannah’s throat.
I moved around to stand at Rafael’s head, wanting to stroke his hair and not daring to. Tears pressed like a hand against the back of my eyes. “Un-chain him. He goes with us, or your word is worth shit, Traveler.”
“I will not give him up,” Padma said.
“You will do as you are told,” the Traveler said.
I turned away from the sight of Rafael’s butchered body. I also didn’t want the bad guys to see me cry. Turning away from Rafael gave me a better view of Sylvie. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.
Her pants were down around her ankles, shoes still on. I took a step towards her, then another, and was almost running by the time I got to her. I slid to my knees beside her. Blood stained her thighs. Her hands were balled into fists, eyes squeezed tight. She was whispering something, very softly, over and over. I touched her arm and she flinched. Her voice rose just enough for me to hear the one word, “No, no, no.” Over and over and over like a mantra.
I was crying. I’d been talking about putting a bullet in Sylvie earlier today. Now I was crying for her. Some big tough sociopath I turned out to be. I had my problems with Sylvie, but this…She didn’t even like men under the best of circumstances. It made what they’d done worse somehow, more insulting. Or maybe it was just that I remembered her as so proud, so confident and full of herself. To see her like this was almost more than I could bear.
“Sylvie, Sylvie, it’s Anita.” I wanted to pull her clothes back in place, but was afraid to touch her again until I was sure she knew it was me. “Sylvie, can you hear me?”
Jason came to stand with us. “Let me try.”
“She won’t want a man to touch her.”
“I won’t touch her.” He knelt on the other side of her. “I smell like pack. You don’t.” He very carefully slid his arm in front of her face, trying not to touch her. “Smell the pack, Sylvie. Know the comfort of our touch.”
She stopped saying no, but that was it. She wouldn’t even open her eyes.
I stood up and faced the room. “Who did this?”
“She could have stopped it at any time,” Padma said, “given me the pack and it would all have been over. She could have gone free.”
I screamed, “WHO DID THIS!”
“I did,” Padma said.
I stared down at t
he floor, and when I came back up, the Uzi was pointed at him. “I’m going to cut you in half.”
“Ma petite, you will hit Rafael and perhaps me.”
A machine gun was not made for one target in a crowd, but he’d survive the Browning. I shook my head. “He dies. For this, he dies.”
The Traveler stepped beside Padma. “Would you slay this body?” He spread his hands wide and stepped in front of Padma. “Would you kill your Willie’s lady love?”
Tears hot enough to scald trailed down my cheeks. “Damn you, damn you all.”
“Padma did not personally rape your friend,” the Traveler said. “Any unskilled man can rape, but it takes a true artist to skin a live shapeshifter.”
“Who then?” My voice was just a little calmer. I wasn’t going to use the machine gun, and we all knew it. I dropped the Uzi, letting it slide back under the coat. I wrapped my hand around the Browning and thought about it.
Jean-Claude started walking towards me. He knew me too well. “Ma petite, we all walk out of here in safety at least this night. You have given us this. Do not destroy us all for vengeance now.”
Fernando walked through the door, and I knew. He might not be the only one, but he’d been one of them. He smirked at me. “The Traveler wouldn’t let me have Hannah.”
I started to tremble, a fine quivering that started in my arms and spread across my shoulders and down my body. I’d never wanted to kill anyone as badly as I wanted to kill him right that second. He glided down the steps in his bare feet, hands roving across his chest, playing in the line of hair that started on his belly. Rubbing his hands along the silk of his pants.
“Maybe I’ll have you chained to a wall,” he said.
I felt a smile stretch across my face. I spoke very clearly, very carefully, because if I didn’t, I was going to scream, and if I lost control of my voice, I was going to shoot him. I knew that just as surely as I was standing there. “Who helped you?”
Padma stopped his son, drawing him into the circle of his arms. I saw real fear on the master vampire’s face. His son was still too arrogant or too stupid to understand.
“I did it myself.”
A laugh that was bitter enough to choke me came out. “You couldn’t do this much damage on your own. Who helped you?”
The Traveler touched Fernando’s shoulder. “Others, unnamed others. If the woman can tell you, let her. If not, you do not need to know. You will not be hunting them, Executioner.”
“Not tonight,” I said. The trembling was quieting. That cold, icy center of my soul, the place where I’d given up a piece of myself, spread outward. I was calm, deadly calm. I could have shot them all and not blinked. “But you said it yourself, Traveler: there will be other nights.”
Jason was talking in a low voice and Sylvie was answering. I glanced at her. She wasn’t crying. Her face was pale and strangely stiff, as if everything was held inside, tight and hard. Jason undid the locks on the chains and she slid down the wall. He tried to help her pull up her pants, but she pushed him away.
I knelt beside her. “Let me help, please.”
Sylvie tried to pull the pants up herself, but her hands weren’t working right. She kept fumbling and finally collapsed to the floor in tears.
I started to dress her, and she let me. She helped where she could, but her hands were shaking so badly, she couldn’t do much. Her pants were pink linen. I couldn’t find the underwear. It was gone. I knew she’d been wearing some, because Sylvie wouldn’t go without. She was a lady, and ladies didn’t do that.
When everything was covered, she finally met my eyes. The look in her brown eyes made me want to look away, but I didn’t. If she could have that much pain in her face, the least I could do was look at it. No flinching. I’d even stopped crying.
“I didn’t give them the pack,” she said.
“I know,” I said. I wanted to touch her, reassure her, and was afraid to.
She collapsed forward, sobbing; not crying, but sobbing like she’d cry out bits and pieces of herself on the floor. I put my arms around her, tentatively. She sagged against me, holding me. I held her half in my arms, half in my lap, rocking her slowly. I leaned over next to her ear and breathed a sound into it, “He’s dead. They’re all dead.”
She quieted slowly, then looked up at me. “You swear it?”
“I swear it.”
She huddled against me and said softly, “I won’t kill Richard.”
“Good, because I’d hate to kill you now.”
She laughed, and it turned it into more crying, but softer now, quieter, not quite so desperate.
I looked up at the others. The men, dead and alive, were staring at me. “Rafael comes with us, no more debating.”
Padma nodded. “Very well.”
Fernando turned to him. “Father, you can’t let her do this. The wolves, yes, but not the Rat King.”
“Hush, Fernando.”
“He cannot be allowed to live, if he does not submit.”
“You weren’t rat enough to be dominant to him, were you, Fernando?” I said. “He’s stronger than you’ll ever be, and you hate him for it.”
Fernando took a step towards me. Padma and the Traveler both held him back, a hand on each shoulder.
Jean-Claude stepped between us. “Let us be on our way, ma petite. The night grows long.”
The Traveler stepped away from Fernando slowly. I wasn’t sure who he trusted least, me or the rat-boy. He started unfastening the chains that held Rafael in place. The wererat was still unconscious, oblivious to his fate.
I got to my feet, and Sylvie came with me. She pushed away from me, tried to walk and nearly fell. I caught her, and Jason caught her other arm.
Fernando laughed.
Sylvie stumbled. She looked like she’d been slapped. The laughter cut more than any words. I laid my lips against her cheek, cradled her face against mine with my free hand, lips by her ear. “He’s dead, remember that.”
She leaned into me for a moment, then nodded. She straightened and let Jason help her walk towards the stairs.
Jean-Claude lifted Rafael in his arms as gently as he could, balancing the man over his shoulders. Rafael groaned, hands spasming, but his eyes stayed shut.
I stared at the Traveler. “You’ll need to find another horse to ride,” I said. “Hannah comes with us.”
“Of course,” he said.
“Now, Traveler,” I said.
Arrogance spread across his face. It was a look I’d never seen on Hannah’s face before. “Do not let one act of magical bravado make you foolish, Anita.”
I smiled and knew it wasn’t pleasant. It was bitter and arrogant and angry. “My patience is all gone tonight, Traveler. Get out of here now, or…” I shoved the Browning into Fernando’s groin. They were all huddled that close.
Fernando’s eyes widened, but he wasn’t nearly as afraid as he should have been. I pressed the barrel in a little harder; makes most men back up. He gave a small grunt but leaned into me, face bending towards me. He was going to try and kiss me.
I laughed. I laughed while his lips hovered over my mouth and the gun pressed into his body. It was the laughter, not the gun, that made him draw back.
Hannah collapsed to her knees. The Traveler had gone. Someone needed to help her to the stairs. I thought of Willie and he came. He helped her to her feet without looking at me. I kept my eyes on the bad guys. One problem at a time.
“Why are you laughing?” Fernando asked.
“Because you are too fucking stupid to survive.” I drew back from them, the gun still pointed at him. “Is he your only son?” I asked.
“My only child,” Padma said.
“My condolences,” I said. No, I didn’t shoot him. But staring into Fernando’s angry eyes, I knew there’d be other opportunities. Some people seek death through desperation. Some people fall into it out of stupidity. If Fernando wanted to fall, I was more than happy to catch him.
21
RAFAEL
LAY ON an examining table. We were not in the hospital. The lycanthropes had a makeshift emergency room in the basement of a building that they owned. I’d had my own wounds tended there once. Now Rafael lay on his stomach hooked up to an IV loaded with liquids and painkillers. Painkillers didn’t always work well on lycanthropes but hey, they had to try something. He’d regained consciousness in the Jeep. He hadn’t screamed, but the small squeezed whimperings that clawed from his throat every time I hit a bump were more than enough.
Dr. Lillian was a small woman with salt-and-pepper hair cut in a no-nonsense style. She was also a wererat. She turned to me. “I’ve made him as comfortable as I can.”
“Will he heal?”
She nodded. “Yes. The real danger with this type of injury once you survive the shock and blood loss is infection. We can’t get infections.”
“Let’s hear it for the terminally furry,” I said.
She smiled and patted my shoulder. “I know humor is your way of dealing with stress, but don’t try it on Rafael tonight. He wants to speak with you.”
“Is he…?”
“Well enough, no, but he is my king and he won’t let me put him under until he’s spoken with you. I’ll go look in on our other patient while you hear whatever he thinks is so important.”
I touched her arm before she could move past me. “How is Sylvie?”
Lillian wouldn’t look at me, then finally she did. “Physically, she’ll heal, but I’m not a therapist. I’m not equipped to deal with the aftereffects of an attack like this. I want her to stay here for the night, but she’s insisting that she go with you.”
My eyes widened. “Why?”
Lillian shrugged. “I think she feels safe with you. I think she doesn’t feel safe here.” The older woman was suddenly looking very intently at my face. “Is there a reason she shouldn’t feel safe here?”
I thought about that. “Have the wereleopards ever been treated here?”
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