Chapter 18
“Antonietta, we need you.” Eleanor’s voice was a soft hiss of anxiety. “Just as we did with Paul, I will enter and heal. Vlad will hold him to earth. You must chant and provide us with energy. The healing gift is strong in you. Your cousin’s voice is a gift also. Teach her the words and have her join with us.”
“No one has ever called my voice a gift before.” Tasha’s gaze was fixed on Byron. He was facing a full-grown jaguar. The animal lowered its head, eyes focused on its prey, the body crouched low in preparation of the attack. It was mesmerizing, so much so that Tasha held her breath.
Byron’s lifted hand opened, palm facing the sky. Threads of orange red broke from the sizzling bolts of lightning, spinning tightly into a ball at a twist of his fingers.
“Antonietta?” Don Giovanni stepped from the maze, Celt at his side.
Instantly, the jaguar rushed, not at Byron, but at the head of the Scarletti family. Byron moved so quickly, his body was a mere blur, crossing the distance in the blink of an eye to reappear in front of the don. The orange-red ball of flames whistled through the dark sky, leaving a trail of sparks that lit up the night before burning out. The jaguar leapt at Byron’s throat. The fireball intercepted the cat’s body in midair, driving through it, leaving a wide, cauterized hole through the middle. The cat dropped lifeless to the ground at Byron’s feet.
He barely glanced at it. Don Giovanni appeared so shaken, Byron gathered him close and assisted him to the nearest bench close to where Josef lay so still. “Let me help them with Josef, Don Giovanni, and then I will take you in.”
Antonietta and Tasha’s voices were soft and melodious, filling the night with the healing chant. Ancient words that sped up the healing process and provided the healer with energy and a soothing atmosphere to work in. Byron joined in the chant, feeding his sister energy. She worked slowly and methodically, making certain to close and begin the healing of every wound from the inside out. Time meant nothing to a healer. She worked until she was certain she had repaired every gash and every tear. When she merged back into her own body, she swayed with weariness. Vlad immediately slipped his arm around her.
Tasha tried to see them through the swirling mist, but the thick fog cloaked their bodies. “We should transport Josef to a hospital.” The boy was still not moving. “And
Nonno
should be inside out of the weather.”
Byron glanced up at the sky, noticing for the first time the wind and storm. At once the wild winds calmed, and the roiling clouds began to dissipate.
Antonietta, I must give blood to Josef. Will you take your family into the house? Of course. Where is Esteben ? The other cat? He is dead in the maze. He tried to attack your grandfather. Celt has a couple of scratches on him, nothing serious, but we should heal them to prevent infection. He sent her waves of love and warmth. I want you to notice how restrained I am being. I do not recall that going outside was part of our conversation at any time. Or fighting off jaguars or leaping from buildings. If you have the ability, why not use it?
Antonietta tried not to feel smug. There were so many other emotions to be feeling. As long as Antonietta could remember, Helena had been a large part of her household. As far back as when her mother was alive. Could Helena have really planted a bomb on her parents’ yacht? It didn’t seem possible. And what of Tasha’s parents? Had she really arranged both of their deaths? Esteben or Helena could easily have poisoned their food or drink. And both had access to any of the cars. She let out her breath and swept a hand through her hair. To her surprise, she was shaking in reaction.
“How are we going to explain any of this to Diego?” Tasha asked fearfully. “He’ll think we’re crazy talking about our housekeeper and kitchen boy becoming wild animals.” She didn’t want to think too much about Esteben being a half brother.
I am going to incinerate the bodies and bring a lightning bolt from the sky. The cats, Esteben, and Helena, will all meet with a tragic accident at once. With today’s forensics… Have no fears. I am certain the DNA will show both human and cat if there is anything left to find. A tragic event. The thefts from the palazzo will stop. No more poison will be fed to your family, and I will not have to worry day and night that someone is attempting to harm you. Diego will be given credit for finding out about Estaban and Helena. He will think he has discovered these things through investigation.
Antonietta took Tasha’s hand. “Let’s get
Nonno
into the house.”
“Will Josef be all right?” Tasha clung to Antonietta as they hurried to Don Giovanni. The wind died down, but it was still cold, the sea thundering and spraying water into the air. They wrapped their arms around their grandfather’s waist and walked him away from the body of the jaguar.
“Yes, his family will see to him. Don’t worry about him.”
Antonietta didn’t look back. Her eyes were already burning from overuse. But she knew exactly where Byron was. She had the impression of him gathering his nephew gently in his arms. She felt the tear in Byron’s wrist as he opened his own vein. Felt his skin pressed tightly to Josef’s mouth as Eleanor and Vlad awakened him with a strong command to feed. She felt the flow of Byron’s life force passing into his nephew, replenishing starving, shriveled cells.
Do not forget to feed. I do not want you to come staggering into the house weak and useless.
Soft laughter greeted her.
You are getting to be very good at nagging.
I’m good at everything. She snapped her fingers. “Celt, come with me, boy.
Grazie
, for watching over
Nonno
.” The borzoi ignored the dead cat now that it no longer presented a threat and fell into step beside Antonietta.
I hope you are good at sitting through an all-night lecture on staying safe. I cannot be in two places at one time. Why not? You can do just about everything else. Haven’t you learned that yet?
She conjured up the image of wrapping her arms around him and holding him close to her, sent him waves of warmth and love.
Don Giovanni staggered as they opened the terrace door. Behind them, a bolt of lightning crashed to earth, and black smoke rose, taking the smell of burning flesh into the clouds. Tasha glanced back and winced as she saw the black ring on the lawn where the jaguar had been. Eleanor, Vlad, and Josef were nowhere to be seen.
Tasha and Antonietta helped Don Giovanni to his room. He waved them away. “I’m not on my deathbed. I have no idea what happened tonight, but I’m cold, not hurt.”
Antonietta kissed his cheek. “Of course,
Nonno
, we’ll explain everything tomorrow. Sleep tonight.”
“It’s late for an old man,” he conceded.
As Antonietta and Tasha stepped out of Don Giovanni’s bedroom, Marita hurried up to them, her face tear-streaked and pale beneath her olive skin. “He’s gone after Don Demonesini. I told Franco everything. Everything. I thought he might throw me out, but I never once thought he would go crazy and go after the don. Demonesini will kill him. You know he will. Franco is a gentle man. What was he thinking?” She wrung her hands together in agitation. “We have to stop him.”
“Franco is a Scarletti, Marita. Demonesini hurt you. Of course Franco would go after him. I should have been prepared for that,” Antonietta said.
“He took a gun.”
Antonietta’s fingers curled in Celt’s silky fur. “That’s not good.”
“Shall I call Diego?” Tasha asked. “Maybe he could stop Franco before he gets into trouble.”
“No, don’t do that,” Antonietta said hastily. “Franco could be arrested and charged just for going over there with the intent to do bodily harm.”
“Ask Byron to go,” Tasha said. “Franco would listen to him.”
“Please, Toni, please ask him. Franco is a businessman, not a gangster. He can’t go threatening Don Demonesini.” Marita looked down at her hands. “What if somethi
ng terrible happens? What if Franco gets hurt or is arrested?”
Byron. Franco has gone to confront Don Demonesini. I know I can take apart their business. I can ruin them financially, and I should have told Franco my plans. It would not have been enough. Demonesini touched Franco’s beloved wife. He tormented her for years. Your cousin needs more than stripping his enemy of his money. Will you go and make certain nothing happens to Franco? I know you’re tired and you need to feed, but I have to ask you. There is no need to ask. The jaguar is dead. Have Tasha call Diego and tell him there were two cats, not one. I will talk to him myself about what happened.
Byron looked up at the clouds. He was weary, and he did need to feed, but more than that, he needed to make Antonietta happy. She had gone through so much and handled it in her usual self-assured, unruffled way. It made him smile each time he thought of the way she had become distressed over a simple dinner when she took jaguar attacks and flying on dragons in stride. He would not allow Demonesini to hurt her family again.
Byron took to the sky, the fastest and most direct method of travel for one of his kind. The fog bank he had so carefully constructed had nearly dissipated, leaving him a clear vision of the city below. The Scarletti estate was enormous, encompassing the area surrounding the palazzo, up to the cliffs and in the other direction, going up into the mountains. The city was some distance away, and the Demonesini villa was built on the edge of the sea, right in the center of the most prominent villas in the city.
The water gleamed like glass, a silver layer over black obsidian. Byron reveled in his ability to see colors. Without conscious thought, he reached out to share his joy with Antonietta.
You gave me this,
cara mia
. I will always remember the bleak days and know what you have done for me.
Her soft laughter washed over his skin like a caress.
Diego is here. He’s searching Helena’s room and then will search Esteben’s room for evidence of involvement in the theft ring. He’s hoping to find names.
The villa’s lights were just below him. Before breaking contact, Byron sent Antonietta kisses, enough to tide her over until his return. The verandah circled around the entire house. Byron shifted into human form and walked around the porch until he found an unlocked door. He entered the villa boldly, striding through the long hallway in the direction of the raised voices.
Chapter 19
“I’ll bet the little whore told you she was innocent.” Don Demonesini laughed, a wicked, ugly sound. “Look at these photos. She begged to pleasure me. Begged for my attention. Nothing could satisfy her.” He threw the pictures in Franco’s face. “Your Madonna, the mother of your children, with her legs spread for another man. Crawl on home, Scarletti, and be a man for once in your own home. Throw her out in the street where she belongs.”
Byron could feel the viciousness in the man. There was a gloating triumph, much like the feeling of a vampire, evil and empty and rilled with malevolence. Don Demonesini was a man who hated. The hatred ran deep, was embedded in his heart and soul. He enjoyed power and domination over others. His main purpose seemed to be the misery and ruination of others.
Franco radiated rage. He didn’t so much as glance at the pictures strewn around the floor at his feet. “You belong in jail.” His tone dripped with contempt. “How many other women have you raped and blackmailed? There must have been more than my wife.”
“Your whore you mean,” Demonesini goaded.
Byron realized Demonesini’s intention. He wanted Franco to lose his temper. There was a weapon hidden beneath the desk, Demonesini’s hand gripping it, waiting, hoping to be able to kill a Scarletti. He would claim Franco came at him and he was forced to defend himself. The pictures would be proof to the world, and he would have the added satisfaction of exposing the graphic photographs and further embarrassing the Scarletti family. It was a perfect plan.
Byron stepped into the room, baring his teeth, his dark eyes glowing with the beast struggling for supremacy. “Good evening, Don Demonesini. How good to see you looking so healthy. I feared for your well-being and thought I would drop by to check on you.” He didn’t wait for Demonesini to respond but looked him straight in the eye, pushing hard past the barrier. The very core of Demonesini was corrupt, evil. He wouldn’t respond in the normal way to hypnotic suggestion.
Byron didn’t wait. He simply leapt across the desk, catching Demonesini’s wrist, preventing him from bringing up the gun. Holding the don still with his enormous strength, he bent his head to the pulse beating strongly in the side of the neck and drank.
Franco gasped. Keeping a wary eye on Byron, he gathered the photographs. He could only stare at the incisors buried in Demonesini’s neck.
Byron drank his fill and shoved the man across the room with a casual flick of his hand. “Where are the negatives and all the copies you made of these pictures?” He spoke very low, his voice velvet soft, but it carried such power the walls in the room seemed to expand and contract. “I want you to get them right now and hand them to Franco.”
Demonesini slowly picked himself up from the floor, backing away from Byron, his eyes wide with terror but holding the cunning of a cornered animal. Once his gaze shifted to the gun Byron had tossed so carelessly aside. When the don hesitated, Byron shrugged and studied his hand. One by one, his fingernails lengthened into razor-sharp talons. He smiled down at the curved claws before raising his gaze to Demonesini. “I am not going to make the request twice.”
The don used a key to unlock a cupboard and pull out a drawer. Byron glimpsed several files in the drawer. Demonesini tugged one folder free of the others.
“Just put them all on the desk, close and lock the cupboard.”
Demonesini hesitated. A soft growl spurred him to action. He piled the manila folders on the desk. “These are private files.”
Franco flipped one open and swore under his breath. “Photographs of another woman, Byron.”
“I suspected as much. Make certain Marita’s negatives are there.”
Franco thumbed through the folders, distaste evident on his face. “Everything is here, Byron.”
“Take them and go, Franco. If you meet Christopher or anyone else in the house, stop and have a pleasant chat with them. If they ask you about the folders, tell them Demonesini gave them to you for a private project. Then walk away and do not look back. When you get home, burn those files without looking at the rest of them. I am certain you will know more than one of those women socially.”
“I came here to rid the world of him.”
“I know. I am family. Trust me to do what is necessary.” Out of the corner of his eye, Byron could see Demonesini edging closer to the gun lying on the floor on the other side of the desk.
“Since you’re family, I’m not going to ask you about anything I saw here tonight. And don’t bring it up later. In return, I won’t tell you about jaguars and how close our family is to them.” Franco gathered the stack of files into his arms. His gaze, filled with contempt, flickered to Demonesini. “You deserve whatever you get.”
The don made a dive for the gun. Byron closed his fist hard, staring at Demonesini’s chest. The man went rigid, his face twisted with pain.
Franco hesitated. “Keep going,” Byron said softly, his gaze fixed on the don. “Walk away, Franco.”
Don Demonesini clutched his chest, falling to his knees. His color was mottled, his eyes bulging.
Franco left the room, the manila folders safe in his arms.
He didn’t look back. Not even when he heard the sound of a body falling to the floor. He hurried through the villa, trying to look as casual as possible, but he was grateful he didn’t run into anyone. His car was parked beneath the shade of several trees, a short distance from the circular drive and the wrought-iron gates. He hastily stuffed the folders into the trunk of his car and yanked open the driver’s-side door, sliding behind the wheel.
His heart slammed hard in his chest when Byron mater
ialized beside him. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Don’t do that!”
Byron grinned at him. “I thought we should talk about the fact that you think I am a vampire. I know you said you would prefer not to, but I am going to marry your cousin, and it is best to clear the air.”
Franco sat for a moment and then leaned forward to turn the key. “You’re saying you’re not a vampire?”
“No, I am not. I am something altogether different. If you wish to keep this knowledge, I would have to take your blood. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to remove your memories of this encounter.”
Franco drove through the streets with more speed than vision. “You can remove memories?
Dio
, Byron, does Toni know what you are?”
“Of course.” His tone lowered an octave. “You cannot betray us for any reason, Franco. If you did, I would know, and I would have no choice but to protect my people.”
Franco glanced at him, noted the hard lines etched into Byron’s face. “You mean it, don’t you? I understand loyalty, Byron.” A small grin spread across his face. “Once you marry Toni, we’ll be family. I don’t think it’ll be so easy to harm me.”
“It wouldn’t be so easy now, Franco. Make your choice.”
“I like knowing you have certain abilities. They may come in handy sometime. I know Toni doesn’t really want to run the family business. Sooner or later,
Nonno
is going to have to turn it over to me. I think having you at a board meeting would be very helpful.”
“Helena had an affair with Tasha and Paul’s father. Esteben was her son, not her nephew. Helena thought she deserved the Scarletti fortune. I believe she was responsible for the deaths of Antonietta’s parents and even Tasha and Paul’s parents. Esteben probably killed Enrico. Helena and Esteben arranged accidents for Don Giovanni and fed poison to members of your family. They were both able to shift into the form of a jaguar. They were the ones killing the locals. They probably could not control the urges of the beast when they were in the form of the cat.”
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