Night Myst (16 page)

The limo smoothly glided through the empty streets of New Forest, navigating the ice with ease.

I thought about what lay ahead. Geoffrey would be there. It was his house and as Regent of the Vampire Nation, North American branch, he had dominion over the entire continent when it came to the vampires. Geoffrey was one of the most powerful vampires alive . . . or undead, to be technically correct. But even
he
couldn’t touch Regina. She walked among the sacred elite—an extension of the Crimson Queen to whom all of the Vein Lords paid homage. All but the rogues, that is.

While waiting for Rhiannon to come home, I’d flipped through more of
A History of the Vampire Nation
, and ran across a few references to Geoffrey, Regina, and Lannan. From what I could tell, they were all ancient and powerful.

Geoffrey was estimated to be nearly two thousand years old. From what was known, his origins were based somewhere in the Xiongnu period in what eventually became Mongolia. It’s thought he’d been a lord during the time period, though he apparently hadn’t given out any real details on his early life. And it was rumored that he’d sired Myst—although there wasn’t much written about his life during that period.

Regina and Lannan, on the other hand, were far older, with their roots going back to Sumer. Regina had been a priestess of Inanna, so the rumors went, though they couldn’t be verified except by her and it didn’t appear she’d been chatting up the historian.

What was known was that it didn’t pay to say
no
to any one of them. That alone sealed any doubt I had about accepting their offer, whatever it might be. I didn’t like the thought of dealing with Geoffrey’s crew, but I didn’t want their fangs draining me dry, either. As far as betraying Grieve to them, I’d have to figure out a way to save him while getting rid of Myst.

I’d glanced over some of the punishments and inducements the vampires had used on the living through the years and decided that my conscience had needed a good reality check.

Leo and Rhiannon looked like a matched set—it was obvious they were together. I wondered what Geoffrey thought about Leo’s involvement with my cousin. If he even bothered to think about it. Perhaps it was beneath his notice.

Ulean had opted to stay home—or wherever it was she stayed when she wasn’t following me on the astral. The vamps didn’t like astral or Elemental beings hanging out and Ulean had felt it would be safer all the way around.

As we pulled into the driveway of the large estate, I wasn’t surprised to see a plethora of BMWs, Porsches, Jaguars, and other high-end cars.

The lights of the mansion were sparkling and even from out on the lawn we could tell that the party was rolling. The manor spread across the lot—it must have been a good two acres—a vision in white with gold trim. Three stories high, and probably a basement, it reminded me of a Grecian temple plucked out of ancient Athens and dropped into the middle of New Forest. Columns supported a wide covered deck, and huge granite urns containing rosebushes were spaced evenly around the perimeter of the porch. Music drifted out, I caught snippets of Lenny Kravitz and Gary Numan and Seether, along with voices riding the wind, whispers of conversation in languages far older than any I’d ever heard.

As we headed up the stairs, I glanced back at the others. “Stick together. Don’t let them separate us. We don’t know what we’re getting into and we can’t afford to get embroiled in any skirmishes.”

Leo nodded. “Remember not to meet a vampire’s gaze. It’s considered a challenge, and against an older, powerful vampire, we wouldn’t last a minute.”

Before I could reach for the doorbell, the double doors swung open and a tall, beautifully sculpted man stood before us. He was wearing a butler’s uniform and his eyes were the black of night.
Vampire.
He bowed, swinging low.

“Hi, Regina asked me to come—” I started to say but he cut me off.

“You are Mistress Cicely Waters. And with you, your companions Master Leo Bryne, and Mistress Rhiannon Roland.” The vampire nodded at each of us in turn. “You are expected. Please follow me.”

He stood back and I stared at the door, feeling like I was about to walk right into the giant monster’s gaping maw. Once the doors shut behind us, we’d be at the mercy of vampires and nobody knew where we were. I glanced at the others. Leo nodded. Sucking up the fear, I stepped across the threshold.

The foyer twinkled. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, with a hundred crystals dangling from the incandescent candlestick lights, and the hallway glittered as if bathed in diamonds from the refracted light.

“How beautiful,” Rhiannon whispered.

Looking to the left, a short hallway forked to the right directly before ending in a set of double doors, their ivory surfaces covered in golden scrollwork. Directly in front of us, a master staircase led up several flights, splitting in a T at the central landings.

To our right, the hallway forked in a left turn, but the double doors were open and music filtered out from the room.

Huge potted plants decorated the foyer, miniature trees in porcelain urns that must have easily weighed a hundred pounds without the weight of the soil or plant. Tables lined the walls—long consoles in marble and wrought brass and bronze. Paintings lined the walls and as I approached the nearest I saw the name
Monet
and the brush strokes and realized that it was authentic. Whoever owned this estate had money.
Good
money.

The room was lit with chandeliers and a rotating disco ball, but somehow none of the glitz looked tacky, just sparkly and brilliant. There were odd scents in the air—perfumes that I’d never smelled but that made me think of lush gardens and opium dens.

And then, there were the vampires. I had fleeting glimpses of actual humans in the crowd, but the vampires were easy to pick out. Pupilless eyes might be freaky on Little Orphan Annie, but the vamps made them work. It would be so easy to fall into the blackness, to lose yourself in that shining void.

They seemed to be dancing in slow motion, strobed by the flashing of the rotating light, caught in freeze-frame to the rhythm of the music. The room was filled with Armani and Vera Wang and Calvin Klein and Yves Saint Laurent’s Rive Gauche, and I began to realize these were power players. Old money scented the room, oily and thick and rooted in deals long dust.

“Are there any poor vamps?” Rhiannon whispered, and several of the nearest dancers turned their heads our way. One gave us a long, languorous smile. “Oh shit, they heard me,” she added.

I nodded back at the smiling vamp and murmured under my breath, “Yeah, watch your mouth.”

“I’m so glad you could make it.”

One moment we were standing alone, the next—a woman stood by my side. She held out her hand and I cautiously accepted. Her skin was cool but not clammy, and silken. Golden blonde, with her hair gathered into an elegant chignon, she was no taller than Rhiannon but she wore her power like a cloak.

“I’m Regina Altos, Emissary to the Crimson Queen.” She lingered a moment on my hand, rubbing my palm with one finger, before inclining her head at the others. “I’m so glad you and your friends could attend our little soiree.”

Leo and Rhiannon murmured politely while I frantically tried to think of what to say next. This wasn’t my usual social situation. I scrambled but was drawing a blank. Should I just act like I belonged here? Should I ask her what she wanted? Was it rude to take charge of the conversation with someone who was older than the pyramids? Luckily, Regina put an end to my dilemma.

“Come. We will return to enjoy the party, but for now—a meeting. Your friends are invited to sit in; no doubt you would tell them what we say anyway.” She motioned for us to follow her and we wove through the crowd toward the end of the room where I could see yet another door.

On the way, I bumped up against a vamp and he looked down at me, hunger and delight filling his face. Catching my breath, I narrowed my shoulders and hurried past, trying to squeeze through without attracting any more attention than necessary.

Regina led us into a study—which was bigger than our living room at home—and there, behind the desk, sat a man, vaguely Chinese, but he obviously had some other bloodline going on in there, too. He looked to be around thirty, but by his eyes, I knew he was far older than that. He was dressed in a pair of leather pants, a ruffled lavender shirt, and a leather vest. His long, sharp nails were painted with gold and his hair hung down to his waist, free and smoothly onyx. In a word: Stunning.

He stood as we entered the room and motioned for us to take a seat in a conversation area. We sat in a line on the Victorian sofa, and waited.

“Look, they gather together like a litter of kittens,” he said, smiling at us. He glanced up at Regina, who let out a throaty laugh.

“Leo, my trusty day runner, it’s good of you to come with your new friend and your lovely courtesan.” The man took a seat in a wing chair opposite me, and Regina sat in the matching chair to his side.

“Thank you for the invitation, Lord Geoffrey.” Leo bowed, formally, then took his place beside Rhiannon. I stared at him. His manner had totally shifted. He was in Geoffrey’s pocket for tonight. Once again, I wondered about the safety of having someone so aligned with the vamps living in our house, but thinking about the alternative—being without his added protection—made me just as nervous.

I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry, but we haven’t been introduced.” I stood and gave him a very short bow. Instinct told me to reserve shaking hands for people who weren’t likely to look at my wrist like a feeding station.

He grinned, then, and glanced at Regina. “You’re right. She’s got spunk. I smell fear hiding there, too, but she covers it well.”

Feeling even more put out, I let out a short huff and that produced yet another response. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.

“Spunk can be a delightful quality. Impatience is annoying. Don’t push your luck, girl.” As a long, predatory smile spread across his face, I felt about two inches tall and just as vulnerable. I eased back into my seat.

“Very good, we understand one another,” he added. “As to introductions, yes, you’re right. You wouldn’t remember me, although I first met you when you were a toddler. And I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting your cousin. I’m Lord Geoffrey, Regent for the Northwest Division of the Vampire Nation.”

Regina folded her hands on her lap. “Cicely, we have a proposal for you. And you must give us an answer tonight. Our proposal is simple: Our Queen requires that you come work for us. And as I said, I make
certain
that the Crimson Queen gets what she wants.”

I stared at Regina, with absolutely no idea what to say. If I just stood up and walked out, I’d be toast by morning. And yet, beneath her laughter, I could hear something. I strained to catch the nuance.

Very slowly, I stood. “What is it you want me to do?” “Cicely—” Rhiannon’s voice held a warning, but I shook my head.

“Do you really think I have a choice? I have to at least listen to what she says.”
Or I’ll never make it out of this house alive, treaty or no treaty.

“Smart woman.” Reining in her sensuality, Regina was suddenly all business and her all-business side was just as scary. The look on her face told me she wouldn’t stop till she had what she wanted. “Allow me to summon my brother. He’s late and he should be here before we go on with this.” She picked up a telephone and a few minutes later, the door opened.

The most beautiful man in the world entered the room. Lannan Altos was wearing a crimson brocade smoking jacket over a pair of indigo wash jeans, and his hair fell in a mass of curls to mid-back, the color of spun gold. His face could easily have rivaled Apollo’s and the resemblance between him and Regina was clear. They sparkled like the sun together, with eyes black as deep space.