Night Huntress 02 - One Foot in the Grave

He frowned. “That’s a large number of suspects, and that means it won’t take Ian long to pick up on you, either. I’ll have to pay a visit to your work. Sniff out the potential Judases one by one.”

 

 

“Bones.” I marched over to him. “You don’t understand. That place is heavily armed and heavily guarded. I should know, I helped design the security! There are only two ways a vampire can get inside the compound without a massive bloodbath. One way is shriveled. They store those vampires on ice for study. The other way is nearly as unpleasant—pronged with silver near the heart and transported inside our capsule. We keep those vampires alive for their blood to supply the Brams. That’s it. End of story.”

 

Instead of being discouraged, he tapped his finger on his chin and then picked up his cell and dialed.

 

“Yes, thank you, I’ll hold... Right, one large pizza, extra cheese, pepperoni, mushrooms. Two liters of Coke also. Um hmm, cash. Forty minutes? Here’s the address... ”

 

When he hung up, I blinked at him in confusion. “Is that code for something?”

 

He laughed. “Yeah, it’s code. For a large pizza and soda. You never did have a bite to eat, and we can’t have you starving on me. Don’t fret; it’s all for you. As you know, I’m full. Now tell me about this capsule.”

 

 

 

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

 

My jaw ached from grinding my teeth. I was practically hoarse from arguing, but Bones was unperturbed.

 

“This is the only way I can get within sniffing distance of whoever’s trying to take you out. If they’re a vampire or ghoul’s lackey, I’ll smell it on them. Or they’ll try to run, or stink like fear. Either way, we’ll know.”

 

“Or you’ll be packed on ice next to Switch.”

 

“Not going to happen, pet. Make the call.”

 

Bones handed me his phone for the fifth time. With a withering glare, I finally took it and dialed. Here went nothing.

 

“Don, it’s me,” I said when he answered.

 

“Cat, are you hurt?” To his credit, he sounded genuinely concerned.

 

“No, but someone’s trying to change that. Look, I’m coming in; I’ll see you in an hour. Don’t let anyone, and I mean anyone, leave until I get there. Call in whoever’s out. We have a rat.”

 

“Of course, come in at once. We’ll discuss it when you get here. But no one here could possibly be involved—”

 

“Do you want me to come in or not? These are my terms, and I’m pretty goddamn inflexible about them, since my head nearly parted company with my shoulders last night.”

 

He paused and then sighed. “If that’s what makes you feel safe. Where is, ah, your companion?”

 

“He went out, I don’t know where. Right now I’m more worried about my own ass.”

 

“Hurry in. I’ll recall the teams, but if you don’t arrive in an hour, I’m sending them back out.”

 

I hung up and almost flung the phone at Bones. “Happy now?”

 

He pressed his lips over the scab on my temple. “Not yet, but I will be. Go straight there; don’t stop for anything.”

 

I started to leave, but then paused.

 

“Bones, before we do this, I have to tell you something. You know I still care about you, obviously, but it’s more than that. I’m... I still love you. I’ve never stopped, actually, even though I tried to snap out of it over the years. I don’t expect you to feel the same way, but—”

 

“I’ve never stopped loving you,” he cut me off, coming over to take me in his arms. “Not for an instant. Even when I was so angry at you for leaving me, I’ve always loved you, Kitten.”

 

He kissed me, a slow, deep kiss, like we had all the time in the world. I wished we did, but right now, I was afraid I might never see him again.

 

With a shuddering sigh, I pushed him back. “I’ll give you another kiss later. Right now I’m too scared about what you’re doing.”

 

Bones smiled, undisturbed, and traced my lower lip with his finger. “I’ll look forward to it. There’s one more thing, and you must swear to do exactly as I tell you. Take this.” He placed a sealed envelope in my hand. “Hide this in your clothes and don’t open it until I tell you. This is the information I’d been waiting for, and I need to be there when you see it. Swear to me you’ll wait.”

 

“Quit being melodramatic.” I thrust the envelope down the front of my shirt, tucking it in my bra. “Scout’s honor, okay?”

 

“I love you.” He made it difficult to stay mad at him.

 

That stopped me by the door, my hand on the knob. “Don’t get killed. No matter what.”

 

From the look in my eyes, he knew what I meant.

 

“It shouldn’t come to that, but if it does, I’ll try not to kill any of them.”

 

“Right.” My tone was brittle. “I don’t know if they’ll show you the same courtesy.”

 

 

 

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