CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LET'S GIVE 'EM SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT
The chapel was nearly full when we returned, the room abuzz with enough magic and weaponry to give me a caffeine-esque buzz. Gabriel stood behind the podium, chatting with Adam and two other unfamiliar shifters. As we walked toward him, I noticed our would-be company men sitting in a pew, the box across the lap of the man who'd carried it in, both chatting politely with the shifters beside them.
"We need a minute," Ethan told him, and Gabriel excused the others.
"I heard there was commotion in the hallway?"
Ethan nodded. "We may have found the men who took the contract. We overheard them talking about the money and the hit. And they were well armed. "
Gabriel's brows lifted. "The guys sent to kill me talked about the hit in the church?"
"Not the brightest bulbs," I put in.
Christopher and Ben approached Adam, then leaned in to whisper something to him. Adam nodded, then signaled to Gabriel.
"They've been taken care of," Gabriel said flatly. His tone raised the hair at the back of my neck, and I reminded myself never to cross him. "Can we proceed?"
"There's a chance that whoever put out the contract will try again," Ethan warned him. "That we dealt with these two doesn't mean we eliminated the risk. " Gabriel reached out and gave him a manly arm pat. "The show must go on. " With no fanfare, and no introduction, Gabriel stepped to the lectern. Ethan and I took positions on his right. At his immediate left stood Robin and Jason. Adam and Fallon stood point on the far left. I found Jeff in the crowd, sitting on the end of the second pew, arms crossed over his chest, his expression grave.
Gabriel began to speak, his voice booming through the church's speaker system, the sound bouncing across the stone walls. And weirder still, he recited a poem. It was Yeats, I think, if my nearly completed PhD in English lit was working correctly.
" 'I have heard the pigeons of the seven woods/make their faint thunder,' " he said. " 'And the garden bees/hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put away/the unavailing outcries and the old bitterness/that empty the heart. ' "
I couldn't help it; my jaw dropped. A room full of three hundred shifters in varying degrees of denim and leather, carrying all manner of weaponry, was now staring rapt at the leader of the North American Central Pack of shifters as he read them a poem about nature. They nodded their agreement, heads bobbing like faithful parishioners in church, which, I suppose, they were.
" 'I have forgot awhile/Tara uprooted, and new commonness /upon the throne and crying about the streets/and hanging its paper flowers from post to post. /Because it is alone of all things happy. /I am contented - ' "
Gabe paused, lifted his gaze, and lifted his hands to the crowd around him. They shouted their affirmations, some standing, some with hands raised, eyes closed rapturously as they celebrated the world and pronounced their contentment. Goose bumps rose on my arms, and not just because the magic in the room had reached electric levels.
" 'For I know that quiet/wanders laughing and eating her wild heart/among pigeons and bees, while that Great Archer, who but awaits his hour to shoot, still hangs/a cloudy quiver - ' "
" 'Over Pairc-na-lee!' "finished the entire group of them together, and then they burst into raucous applause. Without waiting for the thunder to quiet again, Gabriel dropped the bomb.
"Tony Marino, leader of the Great Northwestern Pack, is dead. " The chapel went immediately silent.
"We convene today with four Packs, but three alphas. When we are done, the Great Northwestern will begin the task of choosing another to speak for the communal voice, for the Great Family. But today, we must focus on the business at hand. "
A tall, thin, rough-looking man stood up from his seat in the middle of the room and punched a finger in Gabe's direction. "Fuck that," he said. "Our Apex, our father, is dead, and you tell us this now? This is bullshit. "
More shifters popped out of their seats, their voices joining the clamor. You could see the pain in their faces, the shock of their loss. But that was nothing compared to their irritation at the leader of the North American Central.
Adam, Jason, and the others tensed, moving a half step forward as if preparing for inevitable violence. I raised my right hand to the handle of my katana, the easier to free it should the need arise.
"And you've brought goddamned vampires to a convocation!" accused one man with a military-style crew cut. "This is our meeting, our gathering. A gathering of Pack, of kith and kin. They contaminate it. " Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest, waiting as they hurled insults and anger in his direction. He looked unfazed by the allegations, but I was close enough to feel the angry magic that rose from his body in a greasy wave.
On the other hand, I understood now why he'd insisted on going forward with the convocation. There was a lot of emotion in the room, and the city was undoubtedly better served by allowing the shifters to hurl it in Gabriel's direction - instead of outside at the rest of Chicago. Gabe had broad shoulders; I had no doubt he could handle the barrage.
After a few minutes, he held up his hands. And when that didn't work, he bellowed - in words and magic - across the room.
"Silence. "
To a man, the chapel quieted. And when Gabriel spoke again, there was no mistaking why he was Apex, or what the repercussions would be for not heeding his word.
"You are here because the Packs have called a convocation. If you wish to have issues decided without your input, you needn't be here. All or any of you can stand up and walk out of this room with impunity. " He leaned over the lectern. "But whether you stay or leave, you will goddamned follow the dictates of the Packs. That is our way. That is the only way. And that is not up for debate. " The collective energy in the room diminished, as if the shifters in the chapel had tucked their tails between their legs.
"You're right," he continued. "There are vampires in our midst, and that's a change in Pack protocol.
We aren't like them, and maybe we'll never heal the wounds between our people. But rest assured, war is coming whether we like it or not. And you're right - there are vampires who care little for the Packs, just as there are Pack members who are willing to assassinate their alphas. But I have seen things. " You could have heard a pin drop in the room at that revelation. The Pack members must have trusted in whatever prophecy Gabriel was about to make.
"I have seen that future," he said. "I have seen the future of my child. " He beat a fist against his chest.
"My son. I have seen the face of those who will keep him safe when times become the hardest for all of us. "
He dropped his gaze, and when he raised it again, knowledge in his eyes, he turned his head . . . and he looked at me. There was pleading in his eyes.
My lips parted.
"Vampires will keep him safe," he said, and we stared at each other, and I saw the racing events of his future - and mine - in his eyes. No story lines, no dates, but I saw enough, including the eyes of his child, and another set of green eyes, eyes that looked nothing - and everything - like Ethan's. I had no way of knowing how powerful, how accurate, a shifter's visions were . . . but it packed a punch.
Tears stinging my eyes, Gabriel looked away again.
I dropped my gaze to the floor, trying to take in what he'd said, trying to keep my breath from becoming so shallow that I passed out in the church. Merit? Ethan silently asked, but I shook my head. This needed processing before it needed debate. Before I'd be ready for discussing it . . . if I ever would be ready to discuss it.
The crowd had quieted again, the weight of the information Gabriel had shared enough to make them contemplative, to make them seriously consider the things he was going to ask them.
"You will face death," he told them. "Tony's death, and possibly others', if we stay. But we will face death if we go, as well. The world is a harsh pl
ace. We know that. We live by its code - a different code from vampires or humankind - but our code, just the same. That's the decision you must make tonight. " He held up his hands. "Let the discussion begin. "
"Discussion" was a nice word for what commenced. As soon as Gabriel opened the floor to debate, most of the shifters who'd already bellowed at Gabriel flipped off the crowd and walked out. That prompted the remaining two hundred shifters to stand and yell at the deserters. Chaos, indeed.
Gabriel rolled his eyes, but saluted the walk-outs.
"Let them go," he said into the microphone. "They aren't obliged to stay. None of you are required to stay. But whether you walk our or you stay and participate, you will abide by the decision made here. " It was clear by the tone of his voice and the menace in his eyes that he wasn't making a request. He was issuing an order, reminding the Packs of their obligations. Those who chose to ignore those obligations did so at their own risk. The remaining shifters chastened, the debate over their future began in earnest. A microphone had been placed in the middle of the church's center aisle for the shifters' use. I wasn't crazy about the location - it gave anyone who stepped up to the mic a direct shot at Gabriel - but there wasn't much help for it. But that didn't mean I couldn't be proactive. Without asking for Ethan's permission - I'd seen the fear in his eyes after I'd helped Berna beside the bar - I left my post at his side and walked to the front of the church, then stood directly in front of the podium. Bullets - and shifters - who wanted a shot at Gabriel would have to go through me first.
Good thought, Ethan silently complimented, but a heads-up would have been nice.
Better to ask forgiveness than permission, I reminded him.
Although the shifters were a rainbow of shape, size, and skin tone, the views they espoused at the microphone fell into two categories. Half were pissed at the thought of having to leave their homes and businesses for Aurora. They mostly yelled at us, screamed at Gabriel, made rude gestures. The other half wanted nothing to do with vampires or vampire politics, and they were convinced the threat to their well-being as a society was vampire in origin.
They also mostly yelled at us, screamed at Gabriel, and made rude gestures.
After long minutes of vitriolic monologues, the final speaker reached the microphone.
He was tall and burly, a giant black leather vest over his barrel chest. He wore a bandanna on his head, and his long beard had been bundled into consecutive bands. After waiting patiently for his turn to speak, he stepped up to the mic, then gestured toward Gabriel.
"You know me, sir. I ain't one with words or talk. You know I work hard, follow the rules, do right by my family. "
I couldn't see Gabriel's face, but given the soft earnestness in this big man's voice, I imagined he nodded in understanding.
"I don't see the future, so I don't know about war. I tend to stick to my kind, and I don't know much about vampires or the like. I don't know what's coming down the road, what kind of things we'll see when the dust kicks up, or when it settles again. Frankly, I don't know exactly why we're here, or why we think we need to run. " He swallowed thickly. "But I've lived among humans for many, many moons.
I've been in human wars and fought beside 'em when I thought it necessary. They've stood up to protect me and mine.
"I also heard talk these vamps did right by us. And here they are again, and they step up to protect you like they're willing to take any danger comin' your way. " He half shrugged modestly. "Politics and such ain't my thing, but I know what's right. They step forward, but we don't?" He shook his head. "I don't mean disrespect to you or your kin, but that ain't right. It just ain't. " He nodded at me, this man in the leather vest, then turned and walked humbly back to his pew in the middle of the church. He slid inside, then sat down, blinking as he waited for whatever came next.
My heart ached with emotion. I couldn't very well leave my post, but I watched him until he made eye contact, then offered a nod. He nodded back, two would-be foes acknowledging the virtue of the other.
Life as a vampire wasn't always what I expected it to be.
"As is our way," Gabriel said into the silence of the chapel, "in the pews before you are two chits. One black, one white. Black, we return home to the sanctity of the Seven Woods. White, we stay. We risk the fight - whatever fight that might be. Place your vote in the box as it's passed. If you have a proxy, you may cast those votes, as well. Cast your ballots according to your conscience," he said.
Jason stepped down from the platform, a wooden box in his hands. He carried it to the back of the chapel, then handed it to the last man in the last row. It took eighteen minutes for the vote to be cast - eighteen nerve-wracking minutes, during which most every shifter in the room gave me alternatingly curious and grave looks. I had to work not to shuffle uncomfortably under the weight of their collective stares. When the box had traversed the chapel, Jason hauled it back to the front of the room, and then the counting began. A long board, not unlike the marker for a cribbage game, was placed on the table where the box had rested. As each marble-shaped chit was pulled from the box, it was placed upon the holder. Black, then white, then black, then three whites, then six blacks, and so on. Although my new friend had spoken eloquently, the shifters hadn't been completely convinced. Whatever the vote, it wouldn't be unanimous.
After a few minutes of counting, Gabriel stepped down off the platform, then beside me, moving closer to the crowd. He was symbolically rejoining them, committing to abide by their decision, whatever it might be.
Gabriel held up a closed fist. "The final chit. The deciding chit. " He opened his palm. The marble was white. They were staying.
For a full five seconds, there was silence.
And then chaos broke out.
We'd been right, unfortunately. Although the men in the hallway might have had it in for Gabriel, they weren't the only ones who did. And they hadn't cared about the vote - they'd planned to affect the balance of power afterward.
The room erupted in sound as shifters began to rush the stage, ripping guns and knives from their leather as they moved. I was closest to Gabriel, so I unsheathed my sword and jumped in front of him until Ethan and Adam appeared to whisk him away and behind the podium. Gabriel protected, Fallon, Jason, and Robin jumped down to the chapel floor. Fallon pulled dual daggers from her boots and joined me at the front. Jason and Robin tapped Jeff, then moved to the sides of the chapel to rein in the attack from the sides.
They weren't the only ones who'd jumped to Gabe's defense; however the shifters might have felt about the vote, the chits had been cast, and the decision had been made. The rest of them would abide by the decision. They would stay and fight.
And they would not abide traitors in their midst.
Send Christopher and Ben to the exit doors, I silently told Ethan. If this thing spills outside, someone will call the cops. We don't need that right now. Fallon and I shared a nod, then prepared to wield our steel.
The first wave was all bravado. A man in a leather jacket came at me with a murderous grin and a revolver.
"Oh, that's almost too easy," I said with a smile, and before he could snark back, I wrapped my fingers around his trigger hand and twisted upward, keeping the handgun pointed at the ceiling and out of harm's way. I used the torque to bend his elbow, and he fell to his knees as tendon, sinew, and bone stretched to the breaking point.
When he muttered a few very unclassy epithets, I decided he'd be happier unconscious. I slipped the gun from his hand, and a low kick to the side of his head put him out of commission.
I glanced down at the raven bracelet on my wrist. It might not do much about animosity toward vamps, but it was great with the ass kicking. The next shifter in line opted for a knife, and he was quicker than his now-sleeping friend. He used little thrusts and stabs that would have nailed me if I were a slower vampire. But I wa
s fast, and I could dodge them, and he wasn't the most creative of fighters.
Unfortunately for him, he used the same little thrusts and stabs over and over again. Disarming him was a cinch, and I put him out with a knee to the chest that knocked the wind right out of him. I glanced over and found Fallon eyeing me with amusement. "I like you," she said, her own pile of bloodied shifters at her feet. "You're very tidy. "
I grinned back. "I do hate a mess. "
While we had a second, I glanced around to take in the rest of the action. There were Keenes posted at the back and side chapel doors to keep the melee contained. Jason and Robin stood in the wings, fighting back their own bands of angry shifters. Robin's lack of sight clearly didn't impact his ability to kick ass.
About one-third of the congregation was still seated; the other two-thirds were fighting one another in whatever snug space they could find.
"Quite a conference," I muttered, then positioned my body for round two.
The second wave of attackers had seen us best the first wave, so their faces weren't nearly as confident.
But they bore the grim, determined expressions of believers - they didn't care if they won or not; this fight was about principle. They were also smarter fighters; they'd waited to see the infantry move, and they knew how we fought.
At least I got to use my sword for this round.
The first shifter was a woman, a petite thing with permed hair and curvy, Gothic daggers in her hands.
She was nimble with her steel and good at defending my slashes. But she didn't strike out; her moves were all defensive. That meant - at least I assumed - that she'd tire out before I did. But there was no sense in delaying the inevitable.
When she nicked me on the forearm, I put the final plan in motion. I slashed forward, rearranging our positions so that she stood a few feet in front of the first pew, her back to the seat. A sideways kick to her torso threw her back against the bench. She hit the pew and slumped, hitting the ground, still upright, head forward as if in midnap.
"Behind you!" Fallon yelled. I dropped down and heard the whoosh of a kick fly over my head. I rolled and kicked both legs out toward the shifter behind me. I wasn't close enough for a full-contact shot, so he stumbled backward before regaining his balance and coming at me again. Fallon, finished with her cluster of traitors, used one hand to tuck long curls behind her ear, then delicately stuck out a booted foot. The man tripped and went sprawling, arms pin-wheeling as he hit the ground. Fallon nudged him on his back, then put a boot on his neck until he passed out from lack of oxygen. Hands on her hips, she glanced up at me.
"I appreciate the help," I told her.
"Anytime. You're good. "
"So are you," I said, with a smile, thinking Jeff definitely had his hands full.
The sanctuary was a mess. A couple of pews were broken. Candles were overturned, spilling wax onto the floor, and there were bullet holes in the marble columns. The violent shifters had been hauled into mostly unconscious piles, ready for their punishments. I wiped down my katana with the edge of my tank, then slid it back into its scabbard. It deserved a better cleaning, but that would have to wait until we were safe at home again.
I scanned the crowd and found Jeff and Fallon in a corner. They chatted, their bodies close, their body language speaking of mutual concern . . . and mutual interest. Jeff looked up and over.
"You okay?" I mouthed.
He gave me a thumbs-up before turning back to Fallon. I'd all but lost him, I thought with a grin. But who better to keep Jeff busy - and smiling - than the gorgeous, dagger-wielding heir to the North American Central Pack?
Jeff secure, I moved back to the podium to check in with the bodyguards.
Ethan, Adam, and Gabriel sat in the choir stalls. Ethan met my gaze and nodded - an employer satisfied with the effort of his employee. Unfortunately, this time it was Gabriel who'd taken a hit - a shot in his left bicep. Adam attended to it, wrapping what looked like an altar cloth around the wound to staunch the bleeding. Gabriel glanced up at me. "So," he said, a hint of a smile at his lips, "I guess we're staying. "
"That's what I hear," I said, then adopted a schoolteacher tone. "I'm really going to need to see some better behavior out of your children. "
He smiled grandly. "I do enjoy your smartassery, Kitten. " I nodded at the compliment, then looked to Ethan. "You okay?"
"Quite. You and Fallon made a good team. "
"Don't give them ideas," Gabriel muttered, then slid Adam a narrowed gaze. "Could you possibly make that tighter?"
Adam gave him a grunty smile as he tied off the make-do bandage. "I was taught by a certain big brother not to half-ass things. "
"Yeah, and look how well that turned out for me," Gabriel said ruefully, surveying the sanctuary. "We've half destroyed a church. Although the damage still isn't as bad as the ninety-two ConPack. "
"Or ninety-four," Adam added with a wicked smile. He rubbed a hand across his stomach. "Ninety-four was a wild ride. "
Gabriel gave a gravelly chuckle, then knocked knuckles with his brother. "True, true. "
"What'll happen to the fighters?" I asked.
Gabriel stood, cradling his arm. "We'll have a little discussion about Pack behavior and what it means to abide by Pack rules. "
"They try to take you out, and they just get a discussion?" I wondered aloud.
Gabriel gave me a sardonic look. "I don't mean 'discussion' literally. "
"Will you punish them the same?" Ethan asked. "I mean, those who set up the hit and those who actually tried to take you out?"
Gabe muttered something I didn't catch. Given his tone, I assumed it was unflattering about vampires.
"We don't just line them up and start shooting, Sullivan. There are degrees of culpability, just like in the human world. As for convocation, the decision's been made. Irrespective of the contract or the hit, they voted the way they voted, and the Packs will stay. " He glanced over at Ethan. "The things we discussed - about friendship? - my people are too wired for that right now. Maybe in the future, maybe never, but certainly not right now. "
Ethan did a good job of maintaining his composure in the face of Gabriel's rejection, but I knew he was cursing inside. He'd practically bet the House - or at least his Sentinel - on the possibility of an alliance between Cadogan and the Pack.
"Understood," Ethan said, "but the contract wasn't fulfilled. You're still alive. That means there's still a possibility someone will take a shot. "
Gabriel shook his head. "Pack leadership passes through the family. So if something happens to me, Fallon becomes Apex, then Eli, and so on down to Ben and Adam. The only reason to try to take me out would have been to influence the vote. But the die's been cast, so there's no chance of that now. " He shrugged.
"By my math, I'm off the hook. "
I wasn't sure if I bought Gabriel's theory, especially since the violence had erupted after the vote was counted, but I understood the urge to move on and clear the vampires out of his belfry. Besides, we couldn't guard him twenty-four hours a day. We barely had staff enough to cover our own House. Gabe held out his uninjured hand to Ethan. "Thank you again for your help. Your Sentinel does good work. " They shook hands. "That she does," Ethan said.
"Might be time to think about that raise. "
"Don't push your luck, Sentinel. "
A girl had to try.
I'd stripped off my leather jacket when we returned to the Mercedes, the June heat providing more than enough insulation. But it took a few minutes of driving before I noticed the tiny nubbin in the pocket.
"Oh, damn," I muttered.
Ethan looked over in alarm. "What?"
I reached into the jacket pocket, then pulled out the earpiece Luc had given me. "I totally forgot to use this. "
An eyebrow quirked u
p, Ethan reached inside his own jeans pocket and pulled out his earbud. I guess I hadn't been the only forgetful vampire. He offered me a secret smile. "Let's not tell Luc about this, perhaps. "
"You know what else?"
"What's that, Sentinel?"
"I also forgot my cabbage rolls. "
He rolled his eyes, but he was grinning when he did it. "You'll have to live without them, because you couldn't pay me enough to go back to that church. "
"Too much shifter tonight?"
"By a large degree, Sentinel. And the irony is, we've convinced them to stay. "
"Well, that's kind of a victory, isn't it?"
"Given our other options, I suppose so. You did good today, and I mean that sincerely. You showed a lot of bravery, and you executed well. Your work honors Cadogan House. " Ethan's tone was solemn, earnest. I'd heard his Master vampire tone of appreciation; this was different.
More like affection than professional approbation. And since he was the one who'd pushed me away - something he'd undertaken at his own risk - I opted to ignore the undercurrent. Being rejected and trying to stay professional - pushing down my feelings to stay focused on the task at hand - was hard enough on its own. I couldn't bear his remorse, too, and it wasn't fair for him to try to use me to make himself feel better.
So I kept the mood light. "Least I could do. "
He shifted in his seat as if preparing a monologue. I thought quickly, then made my move. I turned on the radio, found a station playing a song I had to sing along with, then rolled down my window. I leaned an elbow on the door and turned my face to the wind, letting the city and the sound roll over me. The rest of the ride was quiet.
Maybe he got the hint.