“He did not.”
I dropped the page of Clan Arceneau names and paced the length of the small room, feeling caged by the lack of windows, the narrow walkway, the oppressive stench of nervous vamp in the lounge off the foyer. I had sent the knife to Jodi Richoux, the cop in charge of the paranormal unit at New Orleans Police Department. She was testing it for toxins and fingerprints and anything else that might be weird on it, all as a favor to the MOC of her city. She was also frothing at the mouth to get inside vamp central and deal with the issue of assault and attempted murder in human legal ways. Leo had sent word that Jodi’s services would not be needed. Which I’m sure ticked her off royally. Yeah. He was leaving this to me.
There were twelve Clan Arceneau blood-servants in vamp HQ today, six on security, six in services—meaning the kitchen, paperwork, yard work, and housekeeping. To keep the council chambers and headquarters up and running, the clans rotated in servants, sorta like a feudal system where the peasants and knights were sent in to serve the king as part of their liege lord’s taxes or whatever. But in this case, the humans got to provide more than the usual services—they got to feed the chief fanghead his blood meals. And through that blood-taking, Leo could learn most anything they knew, and most anything he wanted. So . . . whether Adelaide knew it or not, Leo knew I would be attacked.
“Son of a gun. He did it to me again,” I murmured. A slow heat burned its way through me. I was tired of vampire games. “Get me my weapons,” I growled to the security twin at the door. “Now!” I added sharply when she didn’t move quickly enough.
Moments later they were in my hands. I checked the mag and load, and strapped the nine-mil on beneath my left shoulder, adjusted the draw until I was satisfied. Stuck the throwing knives into my belt, into special tiny sheaths there. I was good with the knives, though not perfect yet. Beast liked them. She called them flying claws.
I strapped the vamp-killer on my right thigh and twisted my braid up into a knot on the top of my head, securing it with the ash wood stake. My hands high and twisted into my hair, I said, “Get me a vamp. One of Leo’s master vamps. One who can read his dinner’s minds. A hungry one.”
Adelaide’s eyes went wide as she understood what I was asking. Not all vamps could read the minds of their dinners. Some could only bedazzle and charm and allure. But some master vamps could take it a step further. They could read the minds of their prey. I know. It had been done to me. Del picked up a phone and stopped, staring at the receiver. It was part of the in-house security system, an old part, installed before my time, but I had seen no reason to tear it out of the walls. It worked as backup in case of system failure of my own hardware. The receiver was attached to the wall via a long tangled cord and Adelaide watched it swing, thinking. After too long, she punched in a single number. “The Enforcer shall be interrogating Clan Arceneau’s blood-servants. She requests a hungry Mithran master. One capable of a forced reading of those from whom he feeds. I am not familiar with the Mithrans here yet— Yes. Of course.” She put the receiver down, slowly, the thick plastic clacking quietly. She didn’t meet my eyes and I felt compelled to explain.
“I have few options here, Del. I can ask questions and they will answer unless they were told or compelled not to. Then I can walk away or I could use harsher methods to make them talk. I could try waterboarding. Or bamboo shoots under their fingernails. Or drilling out their teeth. Or I can question them, and when they lie, get a vamp to drink it out of them. Which is the kindest method?” She didn’t reply, her eyes on the far wall, and a thin line drew between her perfect arched eyebrows—the lawyer thinking.
“Leo drinks from every servant who comes here, Del, and every one of them on this list has been here long enough to be tasted. Leo knew they were going to attack me. And he didn’t tell me. And he didn’t stop it.” Adelaide turned to me, the movement jerky, her blue eyes clearing, focusing in on me. “So clearly he wants me to find out something else too, something he only caught a part of, or a peek at.”
“And since he can’t look weak or uninformed, he’s going to let you do his dirty work.”
“Yeah. Kinda.”
Adelaide crossed her arms over her chest. “Can you torture people this way?” When I looked away, trying to decide how much to tell her, Del said, “A forced feeding is painful. No human who is working against Leo will willingly allow a feeding. And it . . . hurts, Jane. It’s a violation of body and soul.”
My face softened. She had given me an opening and I decided to take it. “Yeah. Been there, done that.” Her eyes, already wide, dilated farther. “Leo tried to force a binding on me. He attacked me and drank. And yeah. It was awful.”