“Because Allegra had two daughters,” Charles said in a light, almost playful tone. “Surely, even you have not forgotten that.”
FORTYFIVE
Mimi’s condemnation, the formal process for her execution, was coincidentally scheduled during Duchesne’s Ski Week in March, so she allowed herself to pretend the family was just going on vacation to Venice. The whole prospect of what was to come—her blood burned, her imminent destruction—seemed absolutely ludicrous. She believed her father would find some way to rescue her from her fate, and she spent the flight from New York paging through fashion magazines, marking off the clothes she would buy when she returned to the city. But once they arrived in Venice, Mimi’s bravado cracked a little. Especially when members of the Conclave escorted them to their hotel. They had traveled to the ancient prison as well, to witness the final rites. It was hard to believe in death and burning in her comfortable bedroom, where she could still watch TiVo’d My Super Sweet Sixteen and Tiara Girls. But stepping foot on the waterlogged sidewalks of Venice seemed to bring the past to life, and her memories screeched with images of the hunt: bringing death to Blue Blood foes, the black robes of the condemnation worn by the corrupted traitors, the screams of the guilty.
Mimi shuddered.
Tradition called for the accused to voluntarily surrender to the jailor, and on the evening of their arrival, Mimi left their hotel and made the historical walk across the Bridge of Sighs, where thousands of Blue Blood prisoners had walked before.
The bridge was so named because it was the last vantage point from which the condemned could view the city. She walked on it lightly. Jack was at her side, silent and grim. A few paces behind them, Elders and Wardens from the Conclave followed in a procession. Mimi could hear the heavy footsteps from the mens’ boots, and the softer stiletto clack from the ladies’ shoes.
“Don’t,” she said to her brother.
“What?”
Don’t act like I’m dead already. I, for one, am not giving up.
She stuck out her chin, defiant and unbowed. “I’m not worried! They’ll see I’ve been set up!”
“Nothing gets you down, huh?” Jack asked with a ghost of a smile. He was amused to find his sister as bratty and confident as ever. Her bravery was admirable.
“I laugh in the face of death. But then again, I am Death.”
They stood in the middle of the bridge, the two of them remembering another walk, another time, in their shared past. A happier memory.
An idea occurred to Mimi.
She turned toward her brother. They stood in front of each other, forehead to forehead, as they had all those centuries ago.
“I give myself to you,” she whispered, linking her fingers into his. Those were the sacred words that began the ceremony. That was all the bond entailed. All he would have to do was repeat them back to her, and the bond would be resealed in a new lifetime. In this lifetime.
Jack held her delicate hands in his. He brought them up to his lips and kissed them passionately, deeply. He closed his eyes and held her trembling fingers, feeling with his mind her love, her desire, her whole soul, waiting on a precipice for his response.
“No. Not yet,” he sighed, keeping their hands linked tightly and opening his eyes so he could look deep into her eyes.
“If not now, when?” she asked, the threat of tears in her voice. She loved him so much. He was hers. She was his. It was the way of their kind. This was their immortal story. “Time might be running out for me. For us.”
“No,” Jack promised. “I would never let that happen.” He looked away and released his hands from her.
Mimi crossed her arms, furious, and glanced to see what had distracted him.
Schuyler Van Alen was walking with her grandfather a few steps behind them. Seriously! Couldn’t the wretched girl leave her in peace? She had won, hadn’t she?
“Wait,” Jack said. “It’s not what you think. I need to talk to Schuyler.”
Mimi watched as Jack walked over to her rival. On the night of her condemnation, couldn’t she even catch a break?
Schuyler was startled when Jack Force appeared by her side. She had traveled to Venice with Lawrence at her grandfather’s request. The thought of being witness to Mimi Force’s demise wasn’t an experience she was looking forward to, although, like Mimi, she couldn’t quite believe it was truly happening.
“You know about the blood trial,” Jack said.
She nodded. “Yes. My grandfather told me it’s the only way to prove what really happened that night. The only way to overturn a ruling by the Conclave in session.”
What Schuyler didn’t say was that Lawrence had told her something else about the blood trial. Her grandfather had briefed her on her mother’s history during their vampire lessons and confided that Gabrielle was the only vampire who was able to do it: as one of the highest-ranking Venators, she could tell blood memory from false.