My voice came out in a croak. “It’s your house, and your honor that was at stake. You had the right.”
The answer seemed to please him and he inclined his head slightly. “I further apologize for not handling this matter myself. It was not your responsibility to discover or take action against this scum’s behavior.”
“It was presumptuous of me,” I said. “But there was little time to act.”
“Your ally alerted us to the danger. You did nothing improper. Svartalfheim thanks you for your assistance in this matter. You are owed a favor.”
I was about to tell him that no such thing was necessary, but I stopped myself. Etri wasn’t uttering social pleasantries. This wasn’t a friendly exchange. It was an audit, an accounting. I just inclined my head to him. “Thank you, Mr. Etri.”
“Of course, Miss Carpenter.”
Svartalves in security uniforms, mixed with mortal security guards, came into the room. Etri went to them and quietly gave instructions. The Fomor and his servitors were trussed up and taken from the room.
“What will happen to them?” I asked Etri.
“We will make an example of the Fomor,” Etri said.
“What of your treaty?” I asked.
“It was never signed,” he said. “Mostly because of you, Miss Carpenter. While Svartalfheim does not pay debts which were never incurred, we appreciate your role in this matter. It will be considered in the future.”
“The Fomor don’t deserve an honorable ally.”
“It would seem not,” he said.
“What about the turtlenecks?” I asked.
“What of them?”
“Will you … deal with them?”
Etri just looked at me. “Why would we?”
“They were sort of in on it,” I said.
“They were property,” said the svartalf. “If a man strikes you with a hammer, it is the man who is punished. There is no reason to destroy the hammer. We care nothing for them.”
“What about them?” I asked, and nodded toward the dead girls in the Fomor’s chamber. “Do you care what happened to them?”
Etri looked at them and sighed. “Beautiful things ought not be destroyed,” he said. “But they were not our guests. We owe no one for their end and will not answer for it.”
“There is a vampire in your custody,” I said, “is there not?”
Etri regarded me for a moment and then said, “Yes.”
“You owe me a favor. I wish to secure his release.”
He arched an eyebrow. Then he bowed slightly and said, “Come with me.”
I followed Etri out of the suite and across the hall to room 6. Though the door was shattered, Etri stopped outside of it respectfully and knocked. A moment later, a female voice said, “You may enter.”
We went in. It was a suite much like the Fomor’s, only with way more throw pillows and plush furniture. It was a wreck. The floor was literally covered with shattered furniture, broken décor, and broken turtlenecks. Svartalf security was already binding them and carrying them from the room.
Listen walked out on his own power, his hands behind his back, one of his eyes swollen halfway shut. He gave me a steady look as he went by and said nothing.
Bastard.
Etri turned toward the curtained door to the suite’s bedroom and spoke. “The mortal apprentice who warned us has earned a favor. She asks for the release of the vampire.”
“Impossible,” answered the female voice. “That account has been settled.”
Etri turned to me and shrugged. “I am sorry.”
“Wait,” I said. “May I speak to him?”
“In a moment.”
We waited. Thomas appeared from the doorway to the bedroom dressed in a black terry-cloth bathrobe. He’d just gotten out of the shower. Thomas was maybe a finger’s width under six feet tall, and there wasn’t an inch of his body that didn’t scream sex symbol. His eyes were a shade of deep crystalline blue, and his dark hair hung to his wide shoulders. My body did what it always did around him and started screaming at me to make babies. I ignored it. Mostly.
“Molly,” he said. “Are you all right?”
“Nothing a bucket of aspirin won’t help,” I said. “Um. Are you okay?”
He blinked. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I thought … you know. You’d been captured as a spy.”
“Well, sure,” he said.
“I thought they would, uh. Make an example of you?”
He blinked again. “Why would they do that?”
The door to the bedroom opened again, and a female svartalf appeared. She looked a lot like Etri—tiny and beautiful, though she had long silver hair instead of a cue ball. She was wearing what might have been Thomas’s shirt, and it hung down almost to her ankles. She had a decidedly … smug look about her. Behind her, I saw several other sets of wide, dark eyes peer out of the shadowy bedchamber.
“Oh,” I said. “Oh. You, uh. You made a deal.”
Thomas smirked. “It’s a tough, dirty job …”
“And one that is not yet finished,” said the female svartalf. “You are ours until dawn.”
Thomas looked from me to the bedroom and back and spread his hands. “You know how it is, Molly. Duty calls.”
“Um,” I said. “What do you want me to tell Justine?”
Again he gave me a look of near incomprehension. “The truth. What else?”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Justine said as we were walking out. “I was afraid they’d have starved him.”
I blinked. “Your boyfriend is banging a roomful of elf girls and you’re happy about it?”
Justine tilted her head back and laughed. “When you’re in love with an incubus, it changes your viewpoint a little, I think. It isn’t as though this is something new. I know how he feels about me, and he needs to feed to be healthy. So what’s the harm?” She smirked. “And besides. He’s always ready for more.”
“You’re a very weird person, Justine.”
Andi snorted, and nudged me with her shoulder in a friendly way. She’d recovered her dress and the shoes she liked. “Look who’s talking.”
After everyone was safe home, I walked from Waldo’s apartment to the nearest parking garage. I found a dark corner, sat down, and waited. Lea shimmered into being about two hours later and sat down beside me.
“You tricked me,” I said. “You sent me in there blind.”
“Indeed. Just as Lara did her brother—except that my agent succeeded where hers failed.”
“But why? Why send us in there?”
“The treaty with the Fomor could not be allowed to conclude,” she said. “If one nation agreed to neutrality with them, a dozen more would follow. The Fomor would be able to divide the others and contend with them one by one. The situation was delicate. The presence of active agents was intended to disrupt its equilibrium—to show the Fomor’s true nature in a test of fire.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” I asked.
“Because you would neither have trusted nor believed me, obviously,” she said.
I frowned at her. “You should have told me anyway.”
“Do not be ridiculous, child.” Lea sniffed. “There was no time to humor your doubts and suspicions and theories and endless questions. Better to give you a simple prize upon which to focus: Thomas.”
“How did you know I would find the bomb?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Bomb?” She shook her head. “I did not know what was happening in any specific sense. But the Fomor are betrayers. Ever have they been; ever will they be. The only question is what form their treachery will take. The svartalves had to be shown.”
“How did you know I would discover it?”
“I did not,” she said. “But I know your mentor. When it comes to meddling, to unearthing awkward truths, he has taught you exceedingly well.” She smiled. “You have also learned his aptitude for taking orderly situations and reducing them to elemental chaos.”
“Meaning what?” I demanded.
Her smile was maddeningly smug. “Meaning that I was confident that whatever happened, it would not include the smooth completion of the treaty.”
“But you could have done everything I did.”
“No, child,” Lea said. “The svartalves would never have asked me to be their guest at the reception. They love neatness and order. They would have known my purposes were not orderly ones.”