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It really would be best if he took himself away and disappeared. For good.
At least then he’d not have such trouble making decisions. And sticking to them.
Victoria drew the edges of her robe closed and straightened in her position. Her face grew serious. “I spoke with Brim before he went to sleep-his injuries were very severe, but he’ll be all right. Thank you, Sebastian. ” She glanced at Vioget, who raised a brow at Max.
“Pesaro got there first. Credit where it’s due. Shall we?”
“Of course. Max. ” She nodded at him, and he recognized a decided frost in her eyes.
Good, she was still annoyed with him. Best to keep it that way.
“Brim agreed with me that there has never been any kind of attack like this, that we know of. However, when he and Michalas were in Paris just before coming here, they had been investigating a rise in demonic activity. And there was, from one source, the report of an eerie black cloud forming over a cemetery. ”
Brim and Michalas had left off their investigation in order to assist Victoria to foil Lilith’s plot to kill the king a few weeks ago.
Max straightened. His mind had moved from frivolous matters like lacy lilac night rails and on to more important topics. And he didn’t like where his thoughts led. “Wayren’s divine powers were rendered useless by those demons,” he said. “If we hadn’t gotten there in time, she may have been destroyed. She was in Paris before she came here,” he added meaningfully.
Victoria looked at him. “I suspect that’s what they were after. ”
“Of course. ” He let the impatience thread his voice. “That must mean-”
“There’s something greater afoot. Demons rising. ”
Their eyes met, and Max felt an uncomfortable stirring in the pit of his belly. Vampires were a serious enough problem, but an uprising of demons-great numbers of them released from the pits of Hell-would annihilate both mortals and undead. Demons-angels who had fallen from grace long ago-and vampires were immortal enemies, just as mortals and vampires were.
Max and Victoria had faced demons in the past-one or two at a time, and of the lower rungs of power. But the demonic activity in the cemetery tonight had been like nothing else: smarter, sharper, more dangerous than Akvan or even Lilith.
“Wayren understands the strength and power of demons better than anyone. Of course they would attempt to incapacitate her before surging to power. Unless she was their target. ”
“But where are they coming from?” asked Vioget, who’d been watching the two of them. “Demons cannot just rise from Hell. They have to be released. Somehow, somewhere. ”
“Not by Lilith,” Victoria said, glancing at Max.
He stifled a snort even as an uncomfortable shiver rippled under his skin. “Of course not. Lilith would never consort with demons. She hates them. ”
“But she asked you to destroy Akvan’s Obelisk, knowing that it would call him back to earth,” Vioget said pointedly.
“One mere demon is of no consequence to Lilith. And Akvan was little more than a thug. These… these are different. A whole different caliber of evil. ”
Victoria was nodding. “They are. Something’s changed. ” She looked almost frightened for a moment… Then it was gone. “I’m sending Brim and Michalas back to Paris, as I want them to see if they can find any more information about the events there. And whether they’ve continued since our experiences here-in other words, are the demons moving about looking for… something… or are they in more than one place? In the meantime, I would like us to visit the cemetery again. During the day. And armed with much holy water. ”
Max gave a short nod, then rose. The meeting was over. He hurt. He was exhausted. He wanted to get far away from the two of them. “Very well. ”
Victoria slid off the bed, her feet making a little thump, muffled by the rug. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble for you to attend me, Max,” she said stiffly.
Before he could turn, there was a knock at the door and it opened. Verbena stuck her head in, eyes wide and blue. “S’sorry to interrupt, my lady,” she said. “But… Kritanu is calling for Monsieur Vioget. ”
Max felt Vioget’s eyes flicker to him, then to the door. As if Max had somehow arranged such an interruption. He tightened his lips. If anyone had arranged anything, it was Victoria. Not Max.
And if Vioget didn’t understand that, then perhaps he was not wholly prepared to handle Victoria.
Max looked at her, noticed that while she wasn’t looking at him , she was looking extremely innocent. Blast it. Blast her.
“Pardon me,” said Vioget, standing abruptly. He gave a little bow to Victoria. “Are you quite finished?” he asked.
She looked directly at him and replied, “For now. But I will be here if you wish to return. ”
Max blinked and nearly missed the sharp look Vioget sent toward him. He edged toward the door, ready to make his exit. Vioget stepped aside, quite willing to let him pass.
“Max. ”
He turned, his fingers tightening. Their eyes met, and he knew she wasn’t about to let him leave.
Vioget could delay no longer without looking the fool, and so he left, leaving the door ajar behind him. Victoria walked over and closed it, brushing against Max as she did so.
He steeled himself, remembering those moments in the carriage. She’d looked up at him, everything written on her face that he knew was also engraved deep inside himself. “What is it?” he said, his voice hard. Angry.
Why did she persist?
“Thank you for taking Wayren last night. I knew… you were the only one I could trust to do it. ”
“I was the one you had to protect. ”
“I knew you were the one who would succeed in bringing her back, Max. Vis bulla or no. We spoke last night. She told me she asked you to return to the Venators. ”
“I won’t. ” The words were out of his mouth before he could consider them.
“As she told me. ” She stood there, far enough away that he couldn’t reach to touch her-if he’d wanted to-but close enough that he could smell the remnants of her bath. “You don’t have to risk your life and become a Venator again. It matters not to me. ”
Max snorted. “I risk my bloody life every damn day, Victoria. As if that fear would keep me from the Trial. ”
“Ah, that clears things up for me, then. ” Her voice grew cold, and she turned slightly away. A damp curl clung to her bruised cheek. “It’s not fear of death. It’s that if-when –you succeeded in reinstating your Venator powers, then you would have no excuse to leave. No reason to hide. To shunt me off on Sebastian. Isn’t it, Max?”
He opened his mouth to speak, anger driving through him. He didn’t want to talk about this. “You should cut your hair. ”
She looked at him in surprise, but accepted the change of subject. “I’ve thought of it. It’s too long and dangerous. ”
That was not the response he’d expected. He didn’t like it.
Damn it to Hell. He didn’t like anything right now.
“Max, you’re right. As long as Lilith is obsessed with you, there is an added danger. ”
He narrowed his eyes at her, an uncomfortable feeling rising inside him again.
“So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. ” She smiled. It wasn’t a seductive smile, or even a pleased one. It was feral. Bestial. “Once I’m sure Wayren is safe, I’m going to find Lilith, and kill her. ”
Seven
Wherein Sebastian Swears Off Women
Sebastian did not return to Victoria’s chamber after all.
He thought to have had his mount saddled in order to take himself off to the rooms he let while in London, but something drew him back to the sitting room. He had a compelling desire to see if the Gardella Bible, about which he’d heard so much, was there. An odd thought, to be sure… It certainly wouldn’t be sitting out,
and, furthermore, why did he feel the need to see it? It had never occurred to him to care before.
Nevertheless, that persuasive thought directed him to the small room when he would have left the house, plagued by other unpleasant thoughts instead.
Though Victoria had said that Wayren was resting, she seemed to be waiting for him. He would have backed out of the room if she hadn’t fastened those all-seeing blue-gray eyes on him from her half-reclined position on a chaise.
“Sebastian. Come. ”
“But you’re weary. ” Something niggled uncomfortably inside him, something that told him he would be happier if he left.
“Please. ”
Before he realized it, he was limping into the sitting room, as though drawn by some invisible thread. Wayren had always unsettled him-from the first time he met her, years ago, when he first learned of his Venator calling… to less than six months ago, when he was discovered sneaking about in the Consilium, the secret headquarters of the Venators in Rome.
Yet she seemed to mean him no harm, and unlike Pesaro, she had no condemnation in her eyes. They were peaceful. Serene.
And perceptive. His self-deprecating charm would be out of place in the face of such bald honesty and sincerity.
“Do the dreams still plague you?” she asked as he began to sit.
Startled by her question, Sebastian froze, half poised above the seat cushion. “Dreams?” How could she know?
But as soon as he thought it, he knew the question was foolish. Wayren knew many things-of past, present, and future. Of truth and deceit, of promise and threat.
Her weakness wasn’t knowledge. Wayren’s limitation was her inability to change what she knew-or portended. Or even, sometimes, to simply divulge her information.
She didn’t respond-merely looked at him. Sebastian allowed himself to sink into the chair. Devil take it. He should have left when he had had the chance. But now he had become entwined.
“I dream of Giulia, if that’s what you mean. ” Sebastian could hardly believe he’d admitted it aloud. The dreams he had of the woman-girl, really-he’d loved all those years ago were a private thing. By admitting it aloud, he felt as though he tainted those nocturnal images and memories-at least, the pleasant ones. Yet he was compelled to speak honestly and without prevarication.