Blood Rights (39 page)

The door opened. A female about Chrysabelle’s age peered out. A tiny gold sparrow flew over one eyebrow. Still, she had less than half the signum Chrysabelle did for as much of her as Mal could see. Her brows lifted, lofting the sparrow higher. ‘Chrysabelle? What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?’

‘Hello to you too, Saraphina. I need to come in.’

Saraphina’s gaze strayed to Mal. Her eyes widened. ‘Madame Rennata doesn’t allow visitors after dusk, you know that.’

Chrysabelle exhaled and visibly straightened. ‘He’s my visitor and last time I checked, this was still my home, so move out of the way.’ She shoved the door open, pushing the other comarré farther into the house. The girl sputtered in protest, muttering in what sounded like Latin.

A few steps in and Chrysabelle turned back to him. ‘Are you coming?’

‘Am I invited?’

‘No,’ Saraphina spat.

‘Yes,’ Chrysabelle said. ‘What she says doesn’t override what I say, so get a move on.’

Saraphina gasped. ‘I’m going to get Madame Rennata.’

‘Yes, you do that.’ Chrysabelle rolled her eyes as Saraphina stalked off. ‘This new generation. I’ve forgotten more than that girl knows. Come on.’

Mal entered.

And cringed.

The sweet, honeyed fragrance of comarré blood flooded every pore with hunger. His muscles ached with it. He swayed, drunk on the deluge. The voices screeched and clawed, rabid with need.
Kill, drink, drain, devour, blood, blood, blood.
Deep inside, where the darkness flourished, the beast lifted its head and inhaled. Mal squeezed his eyes shut, jaw tightening. Not here. Not now.

Light pressure on his sleeve. He opened his eyes to slits. Chrysabelle.

Her voice washed over him, a soothing balm. ‘I know this must be hard for you, but try to relax. You are my patron now. That means you’re not an outsider in my world anymore.’

Her words calmed him, but they were pretty lies and he knew it. An anathema would never be allowed a comarré. He was her patron by accident, not by purpose. He responded through gritted teeth. She must not know how he struggled, how little control he held on to. ‘I will do my best. I told you that.’

She smiled and patted his arm.
Maybe later she’ll give you a cookie.
He shut out the voices with new will. After all, he could have her blood whenever he wanted it. All he had to do was ask. And be willing to kiss her.

‘Chrysabelle, what is the meaning of this?’ An older woman approached, bearing heavily on a cane. Her visible skin was more decorated than Saraphina’s, but still not as much as Chrysabelle’s. Her long white robes swayed as she stopped. She glared at Mal while addressing Chrysabelle. ‘Why have you invited this creature into our house?’

Then her gaze shifted back to Chrysabelle. ‘Holy mother. Why in heaven’s name are you dressed like some cheap kine whore? Your appearance is appalling. I should have you removed for that alone, but I imagine you’ve got a reasonable explanation given your recent circumstances.’

Mal bristled at the woman’s comments. Chrysabelle looked nothing like a whore, but for her sake, he kept silent.

Chrysabelle bent slightly from the waist. ‘My apologies, Madame Rennata. No explanation except that I had little choice in my clothes, I’m afraid. Considering the money my blood rights brought to the Primoris Domus, I’m sure you can overlook this indiscretion for the moment. I’ve only come to access my suite, where I assure you I will change, and then I will be gone. Tatiana has kidnapped Maris. I intend to rescue her.’

‘Tatia—rescue her? No. I forbid it.’

Chrysabelle stiffened. ‘What do you mean, you forbid it? My aunt’s life is in danger. You know what Tatiana is like.’

‘Exactly why I forbid you to attempt such a thing.’ Rennata glanced at Mal quickly. ‘Everyone knows comarré are not equipped for such … endeavors.’

Mal stifled a retort. Not equipped. Like hell. Chrysabelle walked around with a freaking arsenal strapped to her. Obviously, Rennata didn’t think he knew that, and she didn’t want to risk exposing comarré secrets by letting Chrysabelle talk about it either. He wondered … did Rennata know about the
ring? Was she stalling to keep Chrysabelle from discovering it had already been removed? Would the woman have given it to Tatiana? No, that wasn’t likely. Tatiana wouldn’t still be pursuing them if that were the case.

‘You cannot forbid me from this.’ Chrysabelle planted her hands on her hips.

Rennata lifted her chin. ‘There are risks one accepts when one lives the life of a comarré. Your aunt accepted them and so have you. Now is not the time—’

‘Hmph.’ Mal lowered his head to hide his anger until he could better control it. ‘Did either of them have a choice to live any other way?’

Rennata’s mouth opened slightly. ‘I beg your pardon, vampire. This is comarré business.’ She spoke to Chrysabelle. ‘And I am still unclear what he’s doing here.’

‘We didn’t know if Tatiana had come here yet or not. He’s with me in case I need help.’ Chrysabelle slid closer to Mal.

‘Tatiana’s already visited. I fail to see how a strange vampire could help you with that.’

Chrysabelle tilted her head. ‘She’s been here? When? What did she want?’

‘Right after Algernon’s body was discovered. She came to see if you were still alive.’

‘But how … ’ The fingers on Chrysabelle’s right hand curled into a fist. ‘She wanted to enter my rooms, didn’t she?’

Rennata laughed. ‘Don’t worry, child. We took care of things.’

What did that mean? There was a tone in the woman’s voice that clearly indicated she meant something only Chrysabelle would understand.

‘You didn’t take care of things that well apparently. She found
Maris and would have kidnapped me too, if I hadn’t been with … ’

Rennata’s brows rose. ‘With whom, dear?’

‘With me.’ Mal sensed Chrysabelle didn’t want to use his name. He didn’t particularly want his cover blown yet either. The longer he had before the nobles who had cursed him knew he was in Corvinestri, the better.

Rennata focused her piercing blue gaze on him. ‘And who are you again?’

He turned to Chrysabelle. This was getting old fast. ‘Get what you came for and let’s be on our way.’

Chrysabelle raised her palm, as if she needed more time. ‘Did you take Tatiana to my suites or did you mock up one of the cells?’

Rennata’s face blanched. ‘I will not discuss such things in front of this unknown. You have changed since Algernon’s death, Chrysabelle. I do not care for it.’

Mal laughed bitterly. ‘Changed? You’re bloody right she’s changed. Being accused of murder, hunted by Nothos, and having a family member kidnapped will do that to a person.’

‘Chrysabelle has not been accused of murder. Not officially.’ Rennata’s nostrils flared. ‘You carry the scent of a noble, but I don’t recognize you.’

‘Do you know every vampire in this city?’ ‘Every one that lives here, yes,’ Rennata replied with a haughtiness better suited to his fanged brethren. ‘Except you.’

He took a few steps closer, impressed that the older comarré didn’t step back or flinch. ‘I am Chrysabelle’s protector.’ He refrained from using the word ‘patron.’ That was more information Chrysabelle would probably rather he not share. He couldn’t blame her. ‘And if she hasn’t been officially accused of
murder, why does the House of Tepes seek her? Or does Tatiana work alone?’

‘Tatiana never works alone.’ Rennata sniffed and placed both hands on the head of her cane. ‘You don’t know anything about Tatiana, do you?’ She peered at him. ‘Who are you, vampire?’

‘He is my patron. That is all you need to know.’

Mal turned before his face could register his surprise. Chrysabelle’s mouth bent down for a brief moment, then she swallowed and stared defiantly at Rennata.

‘That cannot be.’ Rennata rapped her cane on the floor, narrowly missing Mal’s foot. ‘This … this … unknown is your patron?’ She glanced at him and revelation flared in her eyes. ‘Holy mother, preserve us. You’re anathema, aren’t you? That’s why I don’t know you.’

Mal gave up the pretense of his human face and growled, showing his fangs. The elder comarré retreated a few steps to one side, but the look of judgment on her face remained.

Chrysabelle came up behind him, touching him lightly on the elbow as she moved to stand beside him. ‘Madame Rennata, I’m going to my suite. If you’d like to accompany me, we can talk on the way. Otherwise, this conversation is over for the time being. My aunt needs me and my time is running out.’

‘And leave this creature here? I think not—’

‘Stop calling him a creature. He’s a bloody vampire,’ Chrysabelle snapped.

Rennata gasped. ‘You will not take that tone with me, nor use such language. Not in this house or anywhere else. And leaving him here is unacceptable.’

‘My apologies.’ Chrysabelle sighed. ‘He cannot go beyond the common areas. The wards prevent that.’

Interesting. Mal gave Rennata the once-over for good measure
before speaking to Chrysabelle. ‘How long will it take you to do what you need to?’

‘No more than ten minutes.’

‘Fine.’ He glanced at the mantel clock. ‘I’ll wait outside for that long. You don’t show by minute eleven and hell breaks loose.’ He shot Rennata the toothy grin he’d once used on victims right before going in for the kill. ‘And you’re not going to want that.’

This time she had the good sense to flinch.

He swiveled for the door as the two women headed farther into the house. At least this would give him a chance to get away from the torturous perfume rattling his control. He paused in the foyer for a moment to study a portrait of one of the earliest comarrés. Their history paralleled the noble vampire Families, as though some higher power had created them to keep the vampire hungers in check. For the most part, it had worked. Until someone like him had come along.

He stood thinking as the minutes ticked by. He shook his head. He really had no right to be in this place. Chrysabelle hadn’t wanted him to come in, but he’d insisted on it. And hadn’t kept his mouth shut. Better get to the car before Rennata had him thrown out.

Mal had the door open two inches when the stench hit him.

Brimstone.

He wheeled around and chased after Chrysabelle but came to an abrupt halt in the great room. Several doors fed off the room and he had no idea which way led to the suites. He listened for her, hoping to home in on which direction she’d gone.

Eerie silence greeted him.

Not her heartbeat, not Rennata’s, not the girl who’d opened the door, no one’s. How could that be? Certainly there were
plenty of comarré here. Chrysabelle had said as many as several hundred.

Frustration bore down on him. This was not the time for guessing games and comarré secrets.

He leaned back, opened his mouth, and yelled Chrysabelle’s name.

C
hrysabelle lengthened her stride as she and Rennata left the great room and Mal behind. Making him wait wasn’t a very good idea, but what else could she do? She needed this time with Rennata, if for no other reason than to smooth things so that upon her return, she would be able to access the Aurelian on Mal’s behalf. He deserved that for what he’d been through.

Suddenly, she realized Rennata had said something. ‘I’m sorry, what was that? I’ve got so much going on in my head, I can barely concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.’

‘Understandable, given the circumstances.’ Rennata, cane long ago discarded, kept pace beside Chrysabelle. ‘I was saying that if you attempt to rescue your aunt, you will expose us. Do you expect the Families to believe you’re an aberration? That you trained yourself to fight and kill in your spare time?’ She sighed with great effort. ‘I cannot allow you to jeopardize all for the sake of one. I am sorry.’

Chrysabelle shook her head. ‘I’m sorry too, but I will not allow my aunt to die because of something I’ve done.’

Rennata stopped and grabbed her arm. ‘You mean you killed Algernon?’

‘No. I just meant because of my running after I discovered his body. This mess wasn’t made any better by my actions.’ She eased her arm out of Rennata’s grasp. How far had she fallen in this woman’s eyes? ‘Do you think I’m capable of murdering my patron?’