At Grave's End

M ENCHERES MADE NO COMMENT WHEN I appeared later with Vlad at my side. If he’d guessed at any of the drama, he kept it to himself. My mother and Denise had arrived. I’d seen their plane circling overhead while I climbed off the cliff down to solid ground.

 

A scream picked my head up as we approached the house. Mencheres closed his eyes and gave a shake of his head. He’d been standing outside awaiting my return.

 

“They’ve just been informed of his death,” he said by way of explanation.

 

“You needed to speak with me?”

 

Mencheres blinked at my controlled tone. “I thought you wanted to see your mother first?”

 

“No, let’s talk now.”

 

Vlad gave a polite bow. “I’ll leave you to speak privately,” he said, and went inside.

 

Mencheres considered me with the same evaluating stare I gave him. Neither of us moved. Finally he broke the silence.

 

“I’ve used my power to try and locate Bones’s body. For an instant, I saw him, shrinking into the state of true death, with a knife pierced through his chest.”

 

The image slammed into me with more force than a cannonball. It was all I could do not to succumb to hysterical shrieks, like I could hear Annette doing. My fingernails punctured my palms as I ruthlessly squelched down my grief.

 

“Do you know where he is?” At least then I could bring him home. If nothing else, I could do that.

 

“No. I lost the image right afterward. I think Patra’s using a blocking spell. She’s used them before to keep me from locating her. I will try again, of course.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

It was the first sincere, appreciative thing I’d said to him. Mencheres didn’t smile, but some of the tightness left his face.

 

“It is my duty and desire to give Bones the farewell he deserves.”

 

We didn’t say anything after that for a while. At last, Mencheres spoke again.

 

“By his order while he was yet alive, Bones bequeathed everything to you. You are now Master of his line and co-Master of mine. I swore by my blood to honor the union forged with him, so by my blood, I will swear to honor it with you, as was his wish.”

 

A lump barreled its way up my throat, and it, too, got thrown back down with all the other emotions I couldn’t allow myself to feel. Instead, I nodded.

 

“If that’s what he wanted from me, I’ll do it.”

 

Mencheres did smile then. “He’d be proud of you, Cat.”

 

A small, despairing smile stretched my mouth. “That’s all I have to keep me going.”

 

There was the sound of something smashing inside. I straightened. “Is there anything else? I have to see to Annette. She sounds like I feel.”

 

“The rest can wait until later. Go on. Tend to his people.”

 

Despite my jealousy, massive grudge for her trying to sabotage my relationship, and outright envy at the years she’d been with Bones, when I saw Annette, I wanted to comfort her. If there was anyone here who knew exactly how I felt, it was her.

 

“Come here, Annette.”

 

I peeled her out of Ian and Spade’s arms. Both of them had been holding her, either for comfort, or to prevent her from smashing something else. There were several broken objects around her. Pinkish tears ran in torrents from her eyes, making her look positively awful.

 

“Let me go,” she yelled at Spade. “Don’t you understand, I don’t want to go on without Crispin!”

 

Oh, how I seconded that. Still, Vlad was right. Bones deserved his retribution, and it was my job to see that he got it.

 

I grasped Annette’s head.

 

“You will go on, because you owe Bones that. Patra’s hoping his death means she’s off the hook, but we’re going to show her that she made the biggest mistake of her life. Come on, Annette. Make Bones glad he changed you into a vampire centuries ago—and his enemies terrified of it.”

 

Dark pink streaks continued to pour down Annette’s cheeks, but her mouth tightened into a hard line. I watched as her features changed from the twisted disfigurement of sorrow to the steely, collected face of the female who’d tried her damnedest to ruin my relationship when we met.

 

She swiped at her cheeks and rose to her feet.

 

They’re going down, my look promised her.

 

You bet they are, hers replied.

 

Then she startled me by kneeling, her disarrayed head bowed. “Crispin told me he’d name you Master of his line if anything happened to him, so here and now, I pledge my loyalty.”

 

I wasn’t prepared for this. Then the other members of Bones’s line began to follow suit, until even Tate knelt.

 

Spade moved next to me, but he didn’t kneel, since he was Master of his own line. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed my engagement ring.

 

“I’ll stand by your side, Cat, for the sake of my friend who would have expected no less from me.”

 

I wanted to say something in the face of all this, but my throat closed off. Rodney murmured similar words and also kissed that glittering red stone. Ian surprised me by following suit. I dug my nails into my palms, fighting back the tears that tried to choke me. Don’t you dare cry, I reprimanded myself. Don’t you dare.

 

After all the vampires made their pledge, I cleared my throat.

 

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