“I had no idea what would happen,” he admitted. “But my son is bonded to me genetically, unlike Daniel Walker. It was enough to sever the Selective’s vow and that’s what it was intended to do, so that pleases me.”
I couldn’t bring myself to discuss Naomi or the possibility my blood had something in it that would affect Danny adversely later. My head spun trying to process this information, but overall my mind kept slipping back to Rourke. I had to move.
I needed to find him.
My wolf growled to accentuate her feelings on the matter. I know. We’re going. I can feel it. We will see him shortly.
“We’ve run into trouble with the Southern Pack,” my father continued. “There’ve been a number of defectors that have gone missing this morning. Redman’s Pack is a mess. He’s rounding up what’s left of his loyal wolves right now and we will be tracking the rogues this evening. I expect there to be infighting. I don’t know when I’ll be back at this rate.” His voice held an odd note at the end. I picked up on it immediately.
“What’s wrong?”
“Something feels… off.”
“I feel it too,” I said. “The female vampire thinks a war between all Sects is beginning.”
“She might be right.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and answered a question someone asked him. “Jessica, I’m glad you’re safe. I need to go. Call me once you’re out.”
“I will.”
He was betting on me.
I was too.
The vamps arrived five minutes later. Naomi strode into the cave first. “Ma Reine, it is good to see you are awake and well. I did not know if it would be so.”
“I’m happy to be awake,” I replied. “But before we start moving we need to set one thing straight. I’m not your Queen. There’s absolutely no need to address me as such. It makes me uncomfortable. I’m not your ruler. We’re in this together. I have accepted your fealty, but I’m not your mob boss. You must come freely into this merger or not at all.”
“Ma Reine is a term used for affection only.” Naomi smiled. “I have never addressed Eudoxia as such. If you are uncomfortable with the title, I will come up with another.”
“You can just call me Jessica,” I stated. “That works fine for me.”
“In my world, a superior cannot be addressed by their given name. A name holds too much power to be used carelessly. I will not endanger your life in that way. Please do not ask it of me to do so. But I will come up with a suitable title if it pleases you.”
“Um, okay.” I couldn’t argue with her if that’s how she felt. I knew witches held formal names sacred. That’s why they all had nicknames. I didn’t even know Marcy’s full given name and she was my best friend. But wolves had no issues with names. Using your full title was a sign of respect. Movement caught the corner of my eye. Eamon was lurking at the cave entrance. He looked put out, as usual. I was surprised he was here. “Is your brother coming with us?”
Naomi turned her head, her face showing signs of fatigue. Having a brother myself, I knew what that face meant. “Yes. He seems to believe his debt for my life has been paid to you in full. I disagreed. As my blood-kin, my debts are his to fulfill and vice versa. It has always been that way. He has agreed, with some resistance, to accompany us to the entrance. Then it will be his choice after that to stay or leave. He is deeply troubled by all that has transpired. If our Queen discovers my secret, she will want our blood and souls as payment. My brother will not survive without a court. His choices are limited. He can join us, drink your blood, and pledge himself to you, or he can flee and spend his life running.” She shrugged her petite shoulders.
“That’s not exactly a compelling argument to sway him to our side. What if we pretend you were killed in the battle here?” Assuming we all got out alive in the end. “And Eamon goes back to court with the story of your death? Could we get away with that?”
Eamon stormed into the cave. “And what happens when my sister is found alive and well? Her bond to her Queen mysteriously broken forever? I would only be buying myself time. Months at most.”
“Eamon, if there’s a question,” I said, “there’s almost always a solution. You just have to believe we can find one.” I turned to Naomi. “Has he always been this way, or was it an aftereffect of becoming undead?”
“He has always been strong-willed,” she answered, stifling a smile. “It is his nature.”
I turned back to an angry Eamon. “To avoid fallout, you can tell your beloved Queen you believed your sister to be dead at the hands of Selene and you fled. Naomi broke your Queen’s order to help us, you tried to stop her, she was killed, and you left. The Queen has likely felt the loss of connection to Naomi and will assume it’s the truth. Anything that ‘miraculously’ happens after that is not your issue. Then, when Naomi is found alive, we can blame her short ‘death’ for the severed bond with your Queen.” My gaze landed back on Naomi. “Has a vampire ever come back from a true death before?”