She breathed, the purple shirt moving with the motion, the only sign of her agitation.
My voice a burr of sound, I said, “He apologized to me for it.” I heard the wounds in my own voice, the words hoarse with remembered pain. I forced down a breath past the tightness in my throat. “And he says he owes me a boon. A big one.”
She shook her head as if amazed or disbelieving. “And you stayed with him? Even after that?” Her face changed again as she added two and two and came up with a total. “Oh no. The binding. He forced you to become his Enforcer. And now you can’t leave.”
“Not in the way you mean. He tried to bind me. It didn’t work like it was supposed to.”
“Because you’re a skinwalker?” she hazarded, still adding things up in her lawyerly brain. When I didn’t reply, her tone changed into legal-cool, and she asked, “If you aren’t bound, why did you stay? Revenge?”
I sighed, realizing that Del was asking the kind of questions a vamp’s lawyer might make, which told me where she stood on the matter—like Bruiser, she belonged to the vamps, no matter how much she might like me personally. Once, she had said she wanted to be my friend. I had a feeling that was going to be a lot harder than either of us thought.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “That . . . sounded wrong. Unkind. You aren’t the revenge type.” I snorted in disagreement and Adelaide chuckled sourly. “Okay. Let me rephrase. Why did you stay all this time when you could have left?”
I stared down, focusing on nothing. Beast was bound. Couldn’t say that. I settled on “Lots of reasons. I’d been killing vamps for years, and never thought of them as anything but monsters who deserved to die. I was acting on my own instincts. Me. Alone. When I got to New Orleans, I discovered that there was something more to it all. Something other than see-vamp-kill-vamp. Some vamps may have just needed more time to cure.” I rolled a shoulder forward in a shrug. “But I killed them before they could finish the change that might have let them be something more. That said, according to vamp law, they deserve to die if they kill a human, no matter if they are technically insane when they kill. Once a human is turned, everything gets all mixed up. So yeah. It sounds stupid, but that’s part of it.”
Adelaide nodded in agreement with my legal judgment and said, as if clarifying, “But Leo hurt you. And you’re staying anyway.”
I nodded.
Softer, she said, “He hurt you, and you would do that to someone else?”
My old pal guilt squirmed under my skin. Knowing I was slipping down some slippery slope, ever farther away from any kind of high ground, I said, “Every blood-servant here has been drunk from. Every one of them signed away their rights to personal freedom. Being here, being dinner, isn’t against their will. No one’s going to refuse being sipped on except the ones holding out on me. I won’t force them, but they will be turned over to Leo for judgment.”
“And you think them signing a piece of paper is an excuse to let a Mithran hurt them?” This time her tone was curious, as if she were peeling back layers of me to see what rotted underneath, at the heart of me.
“They signed a contract. You’re a lawyer; you know what that means. I could ignore it, but that person might have other orders, like, to kill Leo in his sleep, or set off bombs during the gather. Orders that will kill people, Del. Humans. Vamps. People I like. People I don’t like but have sworn to protect. So yes. I’ll hurt the guilty.”
“And how will you know they’re guilty?”
I smiled grimly. “I’ll know.”
“Skinwalker knowledge?”
I jerked my head down in an unwilling Yes.
A delicate tapping sounded on the door, and I squared my shoulders and pushed away my angst. I didn’t have time for soul-searching or self-pity. “Come in.” When the door opened, my jaw tried to drop. I kept it in place, but not by much. Edmund Hartley, former blood-master of Clan Laurent, stood there, looking meek and mild, which was odd enough, but my surprise came because he had lost in a Blood Challenge to Bettina, Laurent clan’s new blood-master. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” I asked.
He gave me a fangless smile. “I lost my title and clan in blood challenge, but Bettina is never wasteful. She accepted my clan and sold me to Leo.”
“Sold—”
“Bondage,” Adelaide said quickly. “He’ll work for Leo for twenty years, at which time he may choose to remain in Clan Pellissier or move to another clan, where he stands a better chance of regaining a clan of his own. It’s covered in a codicil to the Vampira Carta.”
Twenty years wasn’t a long time for a fanghead. I shook my head. “Vamps.” It was nearly a curse, but not quite, and I said, “Ed, can you follow my lead and look threatening and spooky?”