Night Huntress 02 - One Foot in the Grave

She just blankly regarded me, passing her gaze over each of us in turn. Then a gleam appeared in her eye. I laughed bitterly.

 

“Just try it, Mom. Try to call my work and have him killed. You saw what he did to them years ago on the highway, and that’s when he wasn’t even mad! Furthermore, if anyone comes for him, I’ll kill them myself. No matter who it is.” I let her see from my gaze that I meant it. I might do anything I could to avoid that—but ultimately, I meant it. “Then afterward, Bones and I will disappear. Permanently. You really want that? After all, if I stay here with you and them, I have much less of a chance to want to change into a vampire. Take me away from all of my human support and... well, you never know.”

 

I was shamelessly playing on her greatest fear, but she’d earned that. Bones’ lips twitched.

 

“Look at the bright side,” he urged my mother with devilish intent. “If you let us be, she could grow tired of me in time. But forcing us to run gives me few other alternatives... ” He dangled the sentence.

 

“Like I’d believe anything you’d say,” she shot back. “It would be better for everyone if you’d just stake yourself and die for good. If you really loved her, you’d do that.”

 

Bones gave her a jaded look and then let it rip. “You know what your problem is, Justina? You’re in desperate need of a good shag.”

 

I downed a gulp of gin to cover the laugh that forced its way out. God, if I’d thought that once, I’d thought it a thousand times!

 

She let out an outraged huff. Bones ignored it.

 

“Not that I’m offering you one myself, mind. My days as a whore ended back in the seventeen hundreds.”

 

The gin was abruptly sucked back into my lungs as I gasped. He did not just tell my mother about his former profession; sweet Jesus, let me have heard incorrectly!

 

I hadn’t, and Bones went right on. “... but I have a friend who owes me a favor and he could be persuaded to... Kitten, are you all right?”

 

I’d stopped breathing as soon as he casually admitted to his prior occupation. Add that to the liquid stuck in my lungs, and no, I wasn’t all right.

 

My mother was oblivious. A torrent of insults erupted from her throat.

 

“Filthy, degenerate, molesting sodomite—”

 

“Isn’t this a proper flashback to her childhood? You’re more concerned with yourself than your daughter, bloody woman; can’t you see she’s choking?”

 

Bones pounded me on my back as I coughed to expel the gin from my windpipe. The first breath seared me when it came. My eyes watered profusely, but at least I was able to take in another painful one, and then another.

 

Reassured that I was breathing again, Bones picked up where my mother left off.

 

“Sodomite’s incorrect, Justina. Women were my clients, not men. Just wanted to clear that up; I’d hate to have you think something false of me. ’Course, if you don’t trust my recommendation for a shag, I reckon your daughter’s friend Juan might be up for the arduous task of—”

 

“That’s it!” she shrieked, snatching the front door open.

 

“Come back soon,” he called after her as she slammed it behind her hard enough to shake the windows.

 

“She’ll go straight to Don,” I got out, voice hoarse from my accidental attempt to breathe gin.

 

Bones only grinned. “No she won’t. She’s riled, but she’s crafty. It threw her a good one to see you stand up to her. She’ll stew for a while, and then wait for an opportunity. Despite whatever she’s told you, she’ll never risk you leaving her. She has no one else, and she knows it.”

 

I wasn’t convinced. “You should still watch your back. They could send a team after you.”

 

Bones laughed. “To what end? It would take a small army to corner me, and I’d hear that coming. Don’t fret, luv. I’m not so easy to kill. Now, do you want to wear that? Or do you want to put something else on?”

 

“For what?” I asked suspiciously.

 

“I’m taking you out to dinner,” he replied. “That is a traditional dating activity, isn’t it? Besides, your previous entrée is cold, and it looked none too appetizing when it was hot.”

 

“But what if—” I began, then stopped.

 

From his expression, Bones knew I’d been about to say, But what if we’re seen together? If I really meant what I said about giving this relationship a shot, then I’d have to reconcile Bones and my job. More specifically, I’d have to reconcile Don with Bones. Or quit—and hope like hell I wasn’t the team’s next elimination assignment.

 

Now or never. “I’ll go change; wait for me.”

 

Bones gave me an ironic smile. “I’m rather used to that.”

 

 

 

 

 

EIGHTEEN

 

 

 

 

 

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