Blood, Smoke and Mirrors (2010) (23 page)

My legs were numb by the time I sat back on my heels, finished with my task. In fact I was almost entirely numb, physically and magically, and I wobbled as I got to my feet. I felt a cool hand on my shoulder, steadying me, and was glad to see that it was Portia and not Harrison by my side. "You did good, Kitty," she assured me.

"Thanks." With a weak smile, I handed the pendant back to her.

"Oh! Amazing! It's like a miracle," Dottie exclaimed. "Thank you." Pushing past me, she leaned over the shapeshifter and examined him. "Truly remarkable. It would've taken days to accomplish this without you."

"You're welcome," I said, though it seemed like a lame reply.

"We'll let him sleep for now, I'd like the 'yotes to be here when he wakes up."

"Coyotes?" I asked, and she nodded. Most of the shifters who came into the cafe were coyotes. I took a good look at him. Now that he appeared human the shifter was barely more than a kid, obviously a teenager. Built like a linebacker, but he had a baby face that hinted that he probably couldn't even grow a beard yet. And someone'd tortured him 'til he was a walking bruise.

"C'mon, I'll take you home," Harrison offered. Portia and I perked up at the offer, and then he clarified his statement. "The tower."

The faeries were quiet on the ride back. I sat with Portia, Faust sat with Harrison, and the silence was heavy and strained. When we neared the ward around the tower, Portia gave me a hug and promised to see me at the ceremony. The two faeries vanished at the same time, leaving me alone with the vampire. Though I half expected him to drag me back into his lap and try to molest me, Harrison behaved himself. In fact, he didn't even say anything for the rest of the ride, and I nearly fell asleep. Once we were back inside of the tower I thought I'd be escorted back to my room, but instead the elevator opened to his floor.

"After you," he said.

"Why here? I thought I was going back to my room?"

"Not while you look like you're going to faint. I want to keep an eye on you until you've regained more of your strength."

"Was tougher than I thought it'd be. The kid's magic wasn't playing nice with mine."

"You did very well today, I was impressed."

"Thanks. I feel like hell though," I said, and then yawned. Following him into the TV room, I slipped off my shoes and flopped down into a chair.

"Understandably so. It had to be a very draining experience. Shapeshifters can endure a great deal of damage, which is probably how the boy survived. Most magicians would've died long before the coyotes discovered the facility... I've never met a witch willing to heal a shapeshifter. They seem to consider it beneath them."

"Yeah, well, I'm a bad witch. Maureen would've done it, though." Frowning, I looked up at him. Did he have anything to do with Maureen's death? Did I really want to know the answer to that question?

"What would you like for dinner?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Pizza."

Chuckling, he shook his head and withdrew his cell phone from within his jacket. I listened as Harrison called whoever it is he calls to feed me. The kitchen? A caterer? His secretary? His villainous sidekick? No idea. When he finished, he took a seat on the couch and turned on the television. After some debate we settled on a movie, but I barely paid attention to it. He kept me talking, making whatever conversation he could, as though I had a concussion and he was attempting to keep me awake. It was a good idea, because my thoughts kept wandering off and my eyelids felt very heavy. When the food arrived he encouraged me to eat more in a way that would've made an Italian mother proud. I felt better after I'd gotten some food in me, and I curled up on the couch to watch the remainder of the movie. The vampire sat next to me, his arm around me, and I didn't argue--it felt bizarrely comforting.

When the movie ended he gave me a speculative look. "Are you feeling better?"

"Much, thanks."

Zach reached over and touched the side of my face. "You still look pale."

"I always look pale." Suspicious, I moved away from him. "No offense, but I don't trust you not to take advantage of me."

"I did give you--"

"Your word, I know," I finished for him. "But you also have a habit of overstepping your bounds, and I do seem to recall being in your lap earlier."

"Yes, I'm sure it was a most horrifying experience." The vampire gave me a charming smile, showing off his perfect white teeth.

"Listen, I am actually considering working with you on a limited basis, but strictly business. That's it," I informed him matter-of-factly. "No one should have to go through what that poor kid did."

"Agreed. But it's a shame not to mix pleasure with business. Do you really find me so unattractive?"

"You're rich, handsome, usually charming, well-dressed. It'd be an appealing package, but I already have one pushy, demanding man in my life, and that's my limit."

"Is he?"

"Is he what?"

"In your life?"

"Oh. Well..." I struggled to find the right words to say. I loved Lex, and I knew he loved me. He just loved his job more. Not unlike my father, who'd loved his magic more than his family, and look how well that turned out.

"You don't sound very sure of yourself. He did turn down the position of Oberon. That's not very encouraging."

"He didn't turn it down. He said he needed more time to think about it."

"Did he? If I were in that position, I would've agreed immediately."

"Like hell you would've. You'd give up being a vampire to be Oberon?" I asked, skeptical.

"Necromancer. Though I don't mind it, to be honest most of us consider 'vampire' a derogatory term. But if being Oberon meant being partnered with my soul mate, then yes, I would. A soul mate is the rarest of gifts. To deny it would be like second-guessing fate. What will you do if he rejects the offer?"

"I'm going to be Titania, with or without Lex as Oberon. It'd just be easier to work with him." I tried to sound nonchalant about it, but it was hard to pretend it wasn't like an ice pick digging around in my heart.

"He doesn't deserve you."

"Hmph. You sound like a jealous ex," I joked.

"Perhaps." Reaching out, he picked up my hand and held it in his. "You're a lovely woman, Catherine. I think the higher powers were unfair pairing you with someone who obviously doesn't appreciate that."

I tensed, expecting him to give me a magical nudge, but none came. Cautious, I raised an eyebrow. "And you would?"

"I wouldn't have handed you over to the witches' council, and I certainly wouldn't have abandoned you when you were most vulnerable." His voice was warm and soothing, and I found myself believing him. It was true, after all, wasn't it? Lex betrayed me, and left me alone and outcast. Somewhere in the back of my mind, my better judgment was trying to warn me that normally I wouldn't trust a damn word Harrison said, but it seemed faint and far away. There was such sincerity in his eyes.

Sliding closer to me, he raised my hand to his lips and brushed a light kiss across my knuckles. "I think you should give me a chance. We could do amazing things together."

"I think you're only interested in me because I'm going to be Titania, otherwise I'd never get a second glance," I countered, tugging my hand away.

Taking that as a challenge, Zach scooped me up into his lap as he had in the limo, except this time he turned me so I was straddling him. He kissed me senseless, leaving no doubt that he found me attractive. One hand rested on my hip, while the other slid up my back, drawing me closer. I should've fought him, zotted him with a spell that'd stand his blond hair on end, but instead I leaned into him. He continued to kiss me, hungry and eager, and then he moved to my neck. Lightly his lips brushed against my skin, and I nearly yelped with surprise, but he held me in place.

"Please, Catherine. Just a small bite," he murmured against my throat. I shivered, frozen and afraid to breathe, struggling to find my voice. Taking my silence as permission, the vampire sank his fangs into my skin. Magic washed over me in a sharp, fast wave that made my back arch and hands clench into fists against his chest. The spell was stronger this time, and it completely overwhelmed me.

He drank greedily, though in my weakened state I probably tasted as appetizing as a flat diet soda left out on the counter all day. The hand at my hip slid up my side and caressed my breast through my blouse. My eyes closed as I let myself enjoy the sensations. I was so deeply enthralled, I didn't even notice that he'd stopped drinking until I felt his lips brush my collarbone. The buttons of my blouse were undone, and I realized my bra was soon to follow. The thought was sobering enough to finally give me focus.

"Wait. I can't--I can't do this," I stammered breathily.

"Why not?" His eyes had faded to a pale green, and it startled me. I suddenly became aware of the strong scent of smoke, and wondered how I hadn't sensed it sooner.

"I can't," I repeated, shaking my head.
What the hell are you doing?
Squirming away from him, I retreated to the other end of the couch and hastily buttoned my shirt. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, and after a long moment he nodded.

"All right. I'll escort you back to your room, but this conversation isn't over."

Yeah, I was afraid of that, but at least the make-out session was over, and that was good enough for now.

Chapter Twenty

I went to bed as soon as I could, eager to crawl under the covers and hide from the embarrassment. After drifting off to sleep I soon found myself in the middle of the grove once again. This time a large flat rock appeared in the middle of the clearing, and I sat perched atop it. I hugged my knees to my chest, and the skirt of my long robes was tucked around my feet. The sound of my weeping was the only noise in the summer night. I sobbed in confusion, regret and sorrow, as though my heart was broken. I didn't know what to do anymore--I had a knight in shining armor who didn't want to ride off into the sunset with me, and a vampire who wanted me to be his evil queen. Gods help me, but the vampire's offer was sounding more appealing with each passing day.

"Don't cry, sugar." Looking up, I saw Lex kneeling next to me, and he rubbed my back soothingly.

"You don't know," I replied, shaking my head.

"Know what?"

"What I..." I shook my head again, unable to answer. Lex frowned, and then he brushed my hair out of the way and examined my throat. I knew there weren't any marks--I'd looked--but he cursed as loudly as he would have if there'd been a stream of blood trickling down the side of my neck.

"Damn it, I told him to leave you alone," he growled.

"Why do you care, when you don't even want me?" Surprised, I clamped a hand over my mouth--had I really said that? Out loud? Lex looked about as startled as I was, and he rocked back on his heels.

"You know that's not true."

"Yes it is. Why aren't I enough for you?" I asked, the question ending on a shrill, hiccuping sob.

"I never said that, Cat--"

"You don't have to, I know it's true." Rising to my feet, I glared down at him. "But that's fine. I don't need you."

A loud crack of thunder startled me, and a chill wind blew through the grove. I looked up at the night sky, expecting to see rain clouds rolling in, but the stars were still bright above us.

"You don't mean that," Lex said. He gazed up at me, confused, and I folded my arms across my chest.

"I won't waste my life waiting for you to decide what's most important to you."

"I've already made my decision. Marry me."

I blinked, startled. "What?"

"Marry me. In fact, why not right here and now?" Rising to his feet, he took my hands in his.

"Because we're in the dream realm. Nothing's binding here, don't be silly." Frustrated, I tugged my hands away.

"'Why should Titania cross her Oberon?'" he quoted, smiling slyly.

"Because I can't trust you. You'll just end up resenting me and then you'll leave. Titania and Oberon aren't exactly a healthy example to base a relationship on."

"We'll work it out."

"Yeah, 'cause that worked so well before," I snapped, scowling at him. "You're not my Oberon. You never were. Just leave me alone."

The wind picked up, whipping my hair behind me as another rumble of thunder sounded. Lex glanced around and then cursed viciously. Lightning flashed, splitting the sky, and my heart beat wildly. He stood ready to protect me from the danger invading our grove, and then he turned and gripped my arm.

"Don't let him bite you again, Cat. It's poison. He's trying to control you--"

And just like that the dream was gone, and the rest of the night was quiet and empty.

In the morning my clothing order arrived, including a few items I knew I hadn't requested but apparently Zach thought I needed. At least his fashion choices were more conservative than Laura's, so I let it slide. True to his word, Zach showed up to take me out to dinner that evening. The vampire continued his attempt to convince me that he was Prince Charming instead of the Prince of Darkness, probably hoping that if he won my heart I'd continue speaking to him after I left. I learned that part of his master plan included escorting me to the opening of the new show in his art gallery the night before the full moon, where I'd get to do my best arm-candy impression in a dress that cost more than my last semester at college.

Harrison spent the majority of his free time trying to romance me. More dinners, more movies, a thrilling tour of Vampire Central and the many luxury amenities within it, all with magician political commentary and the things we could do together to change things for the better. It began to make sense--I could see myself working with him, using my influence to impact the future of magiciankind.

Though I was loathe to admit it, with all the time we spent together I started to tolerate him a bit more. I even let him kiss me good night at the end of our pseudo-dates--it seemed reasonable that if allowing the vampire kiss me kept him happy enough to keep his word and let me and Mac leave when the moon was full, then I should just endure it. And as much as I complained about Zach's status of walking corpse, the kissing wasn't a horrifying experience. For the most part, if I didn't already know he was a vampire, it'd be hard to tell. Zach kept himself reasonably warm to the touch, the miracle of spray-on tan gave his skin a healthy glow, and his smile was harmless since real vampires don't sport constant fangs like movie monsters. When he wasn't attempting vamp magic he smelled only of cologne and a slight scent of soap. If I didn't have such a scarred past and a turbulent present, I could have fallen for Zach's act. He'd even worked his way into my subconscious, because now when I dreamed, I dreamed of Zach.

In his lair again (though in my opinion anything called a lair ought to have torches, cobwebs and a coffin), Zach sat next to me on the couch as we watched another movie. An action-packed thriller, it featured lots of explosions and car chases that took full advantage of the big-screen TV and surround-sound system. He slid his arm around my shoulders halfway through the film, and turning toward him, I raised an eyebrow, looking from the encroaching arm to those gorgeous green eyes.

"You're invading my space. Go watch the movie on the other end of the couch."

"No."

"No? Okay, I'll go watch the movie on the other end of the couch then." Rising to my feet, I tried to walk past him and found myself suddenly tugged into his lap.

"There, much better." Zach grinned.

"Oh no it isn't, we've been over this before, now let me go." I sighed, trying to escape, but Harrison shook his head and held me in place. Reaching up, he caressed my cheek, and then trailed his fingers down the side of my neck.

"Don't," I warned him.

"I'm not going to bite you."

I started to argue but was cut off when he kissed me. By now I'd gotten used to Zach and his demanding, intense kisses--at the end of the night he kept expecting me to melt into a puddle of willing goo and invite him into my suite, and I kept rebuffing his efforts and closing the door in his face.

When it became apparent he wasn't about to let me go I decided to give him a no-nonsense magical shove to get my point across. To my immediate surprise my shields didn't snap into place as I expected. They formed around me, but they stretched to include Harrison. Just like they did with Lex.

Sensing the change, the vampire pulled away and looked deep into my eyes for a moment, and he smiled. The expression frightened me more than if he'd flashed fangs at me.

"How...how did you do that?"

"You can't keep me out, Catherine. Not anymore." Though his voice was still soft, his tone had a threatening edge to it, a hint of the predator that lurked beneath the benign smile.

"What did you do?"

Harrison continued to smile, ignoring my discomfort. "Would you like something to drink? A glass of wine, perhaps?"

"Sure, wine is good," I lied. Anything to get away. He released me, and I squirmed away from him and retreated to a safe distance. I had no idea how he'd managed to get around my shields. Sure, he'd surrounded me with his shields in the limo when Portia tried to shoot him, but that was different. I followed him to the bar, and he poured a glass of deep red wine.

"There's dessert here as well, chocolate-covered strawberries." He waved at a covered plate next to where he stood. Though I certainly had no appetite at the moment I removed the cover, discovering an arrangement of fat, luscious-looking berries decorated with intricate designs in white and dark chocolate. The vampire held the glass out to me, reaching through my shields as though nothing was there at all. Glaring at him, I took the glass and backed away.

"How are you doing that?"

"It's very simple, actually. We're connected, you can't keep me out."

"How are we connected? We weren't connected before. I could keep you out a few days ago, what changed?"

"You have," Zach answered. "Is the wine not to your liking?" I glanced down and sniffed at the dark liquid, almost expecting to see an ominous skull and crossbones swirling within the glass. When I couldn't find anything obviously wrong with it I took a sip--raspberry wine, one of my favorites. "It hasn't been tampered with."

"The wine hasn't, but I have?"

"I wouldn't put it that way, no. It's actually quite an honor among necromancers."

"I'm not a necromancer."

Shrugging, he surveyed the selection of strawberries, picked one up and bit into it. "Not bad, you should try one."

"Just explain what you did."

"We're attuned to each other now. You can't use harmful magic against me, but I can't use it against you either. I can't force you to do anything, but you can't keep pushing me away." With his usual calm, polite air about him he explained the situation while peering down at the tray of berries. "Together, however, we strengthen each other's abilities. With enough practice one can even tell what the other is thinking or feeling." Selecting one, he held it out to me and I glared at it, struggling to figure out exactly what he meant. I'd never heard of two people becoming attuned to each other in a magic-type sense.

"And how is that possible?"

"I'm afraid to admit that it is necromancy, a rarely used spell. It's usually a mark of trust between a master necromancer--or vampire as you're fond of calling them--and his or her favorite apprentice. But that's not important. What is important is that we share a bond, not unlike the one your guardian so easily tossed aside. I can't hurt you now, I couldn't even if I wanted to. You have nothing to fear from me, so there is nothing to prevent us from working together."

"And it never occurred to you to ask if I wanted this?"

"You wouldn't agree."

"Damn straight I wouldn't agree, you manipulative bastard." I slammed the wineglass down, and red liquid sloshed over the sides. Furious, I hauled back and slapped him. The blow didn't faze him, but I suddenly felt pain zing to life across my face, mirroring where I'd just struck him. "What the hell!"

"I did warn you. Our pain is shared now, and you'd do well to inform your faerie cousins of that," he said coldly.

"This isn't fair."

"This is how the game is played, Catherine. A Titania should know that."

"It's not a game--"

"Yes, it is, and you'd best get used to it. You should be grateful for what I've done for you. There are those who wouldn't be as gentle as I have been, who would've capitalized even more on your mistakes."

"What mistakes?"

"For one, Maureen would never have agreed to stay here."

"Maureen wouldn't have left a friend to die," I protested.

"Yes, she would have. A Titania is expected to sacrifice her own needs in order to protect her people. You should have left your friend, but you didn't. You shouldn't have gotten involved in vampire and shapeshifter politics, yet you have. Your path was decided the moment you let Faust into your apartment."

"And what path is that, pray tell?"

"A greater path than that of Titania. You can be more than a mere go-between for magicians and faeries. You can be a great leader, and change the future of all magicians."

"But only if I work with you, right?"

"I'm the only one who will offer this to you. Duquesne certainly won't get involved. He's ignored this problem for far too long."

My heart sank. "Lex knows? About the government, and the experiments?" That couldn't be possible. It was Lex's job to protect magicians from that sort of thing. Wasn't it?

"Of course. As always, the guardians are unwilling to get involved in mortal affairs. Oh, they'll protect us from each other, but not from the outside world."

Resisting the urge to squirm, I decided to move on. "So what happens next?"

"Tomorrow we'll attend the gallery event, and then on Sunday you and Mr. MacInnes will leave. After that, I would like you to return, of your own free will."

"Uh-huh. Leaving the 'oh hell no' of it all aside, my bills are probably piling up--"

"I've already taken care of those. I made sure your payments were made, including your rent."

"With what? I barely have anything in my savings." I blinked at him. Lord and Lady, my account was probably overdrawn by now. There were sure to be many angry messages waiting for me in my voicemail.

"If you remember, I did promise to reimburse you and your friend for the time you've both spent here, because it is my fault that you're losing wages by being my guests. I wanted to pay your debt off entirely, but I had a feeling you wouldn't thank me for that."

I nodded in response. The man was right--I probably would have told him off for interfering with my responsibilities.

"Oh. I still need to leave to be proclaimed Titania, they'll be waiting for me," I pointed out.

"This is true. When you're finished with that, will you come back?" Gently he stroked the back of my hand, his gaze imploring.

"No. I can't operate as Titania in a no-faerie zone."

"I own other buildings, you can live anywhere you want. A house in the suburbs, a condo on the lakefront, wherever suits you most."

"You can't buy my loyalty, Harrison. Look, I was seriously considering working with you, but now I don't know. I won't be pushed around like one of your minions. I need to go back to my room." My head hurt, and I needed space.

"All right." He reluctantly nodded. "Let's go then."

Walking around the bar, he took my arm and escorted me to the elevator. The ride up was short and silent. When we finally reached the door to my suite there was an awkward pause--I could tell Zach was considering kissing me good night as he'd become accustomed to doing. Instead, he looked at me with a terrible sadness in those striking green eyes, then opened the door for me. Without a word I walked into my room, and listened as the door shut behind me and the lock clicked into place.