Edmund said, “Leo declared Brute Friend of the Mithrans, which entitles him to anything he wants.” Edmundwas chuckling, but there were new scars on his throat where a powerful vamp had tried to drink him down. “Dacy, who showed up at the scene just after you were swept away by the flood—” Ed stopped. Took a drink of his red wine, as if he was thirsty, but there were pink tears in his eyes. The clink of cutlery was the only sound until he was able to continue.
“Dacy kept your Onorio from throwing himself into the waters to find you. Then she fed him to bring him to sanity.”
“I was not without sanity,” Bruiser said distinctly, his dinner untouched, sipping an aromatic tea. “I was grieving. There is a difference.”
“Perhaps in theory, not in practice,” Edmund said. “Dacy then fed the Master of the City and the wolf, at the same time.”
“And Ed had to feed Dacy when she overextended,” Alex said. “It was a regular blood-fest.”
“You weren’t there,” Eli said.
“Coms were on. It’s all recorded. I’ve listened to it about a dozen times now. Pretty much got it all down.”
“Katie?” I asked.
“In Leo’s lair, caged with her sister until Leo can pass judgment. He loves her, so she may not die as a traitor. But she could have come to Leo at any time with word of her sister and Leo would have forgiven them both. Now it isn’t so certain that he will give pardon.”
“There were sleepers in Leo’s house. Still are, I expect. Katie knew that,” I said. “She couldn’t take the risk.”
Edmund didn’t reply to that. Rather, he poured himself more wine, poured Bruiser more tea, and brought me another slab of ribeye. The whole sixteen pounds wouldn’t fit on my plate at once. Go figure. “Before dawn,” he said as he transferred meat to my plate, “the heads of the European Mithrans you had collected, and all others in accordance with Leo’s orders, were placed into three coolers and delivered to the ghost ship in Lake Borgne.”
I started eating and Ed retook his seat. “They were accompanied by an envoy carrying a letter from Leonard Pellissier, Master of the City of New Orleans.”
At the formal titles, I stopped shoving food into my mouth. Chewed. Waited.
“The envelope was addressed to Titus Flavius Vespasianus,” he said, managing to sound ever so slightly bored. I kicked him under the table and he went on, a faint smile on his face. “Not to Emperor Titus Flavius Vespasianus. Just to Titus. A calculated insult. It was a challenge to blood duel. Leo has said there will be no further moves in this match. He will clear the board and challenge the dark king to blood duel. With a dark queen at his side, he will end the cold reign of the European Mithrans.”
I had a bad feeling that the dark queen was me. I scowled at Ed. He smiled back, genial and unperturbed.
“The coolers?” Alex asked. “Derek said it was a stink worse than death by the time the Europeans agreed to drop theobfuscationspell and accept them.”
Alex chortled, all amused disdain. It was a very grown up, cynical sound.
Eli finished his meal and cleaned away the dirty dishes, saying, “According to the Coast Guard, who were keeping watch, when theobfuscationworking around the ship fell, Leo’s enemies took the coolers aboard, along with their remaining people—all in silver chains and well drained, though still undead.”
“Wait,” I said. “You weren’t there?”
“No,” Eli said, his voice bland. “We were grieving.”
“Oh.”For me. Right.I thought about that for a while, started eating again.
As I finished the last bite of beef, Ed picked up the narrative. “The envoy’s delivery of challenge to Sangre Duello was accepted, with assurances that it would be delivered to Titus Flavius Vespasianus, and the ship motored out, deep into international waters in the gulf.”
Eli added, “The Coast Guard’s keeping an eye on their progress, though if they reapply theobfuscationworking we’ll lose them.”
“Bethany?” I asked, smelling dishwashing detergent and hearing water filling the sink.
“Her head went with the others,” Bruiser said shortly.
I grunted.
“Outclan priestesses are banned from intervening in international Mithran politics,” Edmund said, his eyes on myhoneybunch, “so there will be no repercussions for George Dumas taking her head.”
Bethany had been a special project of Bruiser’s from the time he was a boy. I shot him a glance, taking in his face, his eyes. Ravaged and grieving and still terrified. I swallowed down a chunk of half-chewed beef and touched his hand. “I’m sorry. I know she meant a lot to you.”
His eyes softened and he gripped my hand. “I made the choice for happiness a long time ago. For you.”
And my heart melted. I pulled my hand away and went back to eating. There was still a couple pounds of meat left. Between chatter, the guys were watching me eat, and during those moments, it was cutlery against stoneware and the sound of chewing. Not much else.
