When things settled, I would need to allocate an easily accessible room specifically for emergencies. A hospital room wouldn't be a bad idea anyway, once funds were less tight.
Lord Soren took a long shuddering breath. His eyes snapped open. The buds split, opening into flowers, each with five intense blue petals. At the very center, the petals suddenly turned bright purple, forming a thin round border around five stamens tipped with yellow.
The Marshal raised his head and smiled. "Hello, Uncle."
"Arland," Lord Soren said, swallowing, his voice labored.
Arland stood up. "Why didn't you wait for me?"
"Time was short. I was afraid he would leave the planet." Lord Soren cleared his throat. "I have failed."
"No." Arland shook his head. "You found him."
"Five men." Lord Soren's voice shook. "Five good men."
"It's in the past. You must rest, Uncle. We'll need you. We'll need your strength."
Lord Soren lunged forward and gripped his nephew's arm. "Don't go after him alone. Promise me."
"You have my word." Arland touched the metal disk and gently lowered Lord Soren back onto the table. The big man sighed and closed his eyes. His breathing evened out.
Arland turned to me. "Thank you for your hospitality. I'm afraid I must impose further. I wish to rent a room for myself and my uncle."
Now was my chance to squeeze some information. "You and your uncle pose a significant threat to my guests. I will gladly rent you a room, but I must ask for explanations."
"You're asking me to disclose the confidential business of my House. I can't do that."
"Then I can't rent a room to you."
Arland stared at me. His eyes perfectly matched the flowers from the floor --the same deep, intense blue.
"My lady, you leave me no choice."
"You have a choice," Sean said. "You can walk out of here."
Beast barked once.
Arland raised his eyebrows. "A Shih-Tzu-Chi. What a delightful animal. My sister had one."
He took a step toward her, his hand raised. Beast bared her teeth at him and growled low. Arland decided that lowering his hand was an excellent idea.
"I have to insist on disclosure," I said.
Arland turned to me. "I ask for sanctuary."
The inn creaked around me, waiting. It was an ancient request. It meant a guest was in imminent danger. To turn him down now would be to fly in the face of everything innkeepers stood for. He'd outmaneuvered me.
I raised my head. "Sanctuary granted."
Magic rolled through the inn.
"What does that mean?" Sean asked. "So, what, he can stay here and he doesn't have to tell us what's going on?"
"Yes."
"To hell with that."
"Do you have a problem with me?" Arland asked.
Sean rose. "Yes. I do."
"Are you a guest?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Arland nodded. "I thought not. You're neither guest nor staff, therefore your problem is irrelevant."
They glared at each other. The testosterone in the room was getting thicker by the second.
"I'll make it relevant." Sean's voice dropped into a dangerous icy quiet.
"If you attempt to fight on inn grounds, I will restrain both of you," I said.
"I was always a curious child," Arland said. "I took time to educate myself about the folklore of various places."
"And?" Sean asked.
The Marshal's eyes narrowed. "I'm made of neither sticks nor straw."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you should find yourself another house to blow on."
Ha!
Tension sharpened Sean. Suddenly he looked feral. "That's it. Outside. Unless you're going to hide behind Dina."
"Perfect." Arland turned to me. "I apologize for this rude but unavoidable interruption in our conversation. I promise you I will make it as brief as possible."
"Exactly." Sean nodded, his face frightening. "This will only take a minute."
And the vampire and the werewolf went off the rails. "This is stupid."
Sean opened the front door. "After you, Goldilocks."
Arland's eyes turned dark. "With pleasure."
He strode to the door. Sean glanced out and shut the door with a quick jerk. "A cop's walking toward the house."
Magic chimed. I hurried to the door and glanced through the glass on the side. Officer Marais. Of course.
I touched the wall, shooting a quick command into the inn. The table with Lord Soren slid back through the hallway.
"Stay out of sight," I hissed.
"No," Sean said.
"Absolutely not," Arland said.
I didn't have time for this. "He's a cop. What do you think he'll do?"
"I'm not taking any chances," Sean said. "With all the weird shit going on, he might not be a cop."
"This is a valid point," Arland said.
Argh. "You are wearing armor."
"She's right," Sean said. "You should hide, Tinker Bell."
"I'm nearing my limit," Arland growled.
Officer Marais was almost to the door.
"Go down the hallway, first door on the left is the closet. Change into normal clothes and try to act like a human. Sean, help him. Go."
The doorbell rang.
I summoned every ounce of intimidation I could muster and whispered, "Go, or I will drown you both in raw sewage."