“Fess up,” I said warningly.
Bones met my eyes. “Every vampire is territorial. You know that. I found you, I bit you, and I shagged you. All before Ian ever laid eyes on you. In the vampire world, that makes you my... my property, unless I willingly relinquished my rights to—”
“Son of a bitch!” I burst out. “Bones! Tell me you did not intend to growl over me like I was some slab of meat you didn’t want to share!”
“I don’t see you that way, so why does it matter what loophole I utilized?” Bones flared back. “I frankly don’t see why Mencheres even had to bring it up.”
“Because I refuse to side with you unless she is aware of all the ramifications,” Mencheres replied coolly.
I huffed. “And he didn’t need special powers to figure out I’d be pissed. Neither did you, obviously, because you sure left that detail out. No way, Bones. No. Way. Go ahead, declare your independence from Ian and be Master of your own line. But you can forget about calling yourself my Master, loophole or no loophole.”
“You do realize you’re being a hypocrite?” he asked in a scalding tone. “Just the day before yesterday, I told Don truthfully that I’d take your orders on missions, but here you refuse to let strangers even think you’d heed mine?”
I opened my mouth—and had nothing to refute that with. Damn people who argued using logic. Talk about unfair.
“There has to be another way” was what I settled on in a more rational tone. “Instead of skirting around Ian with sexist loopholes, there’s got to be something we can do to make him agree to leave me alone.”
“It’s not sexist,” Mencheres said with a shrug. “If Bones was a woman and you were a man, he’d still have the same claim over you. Vampires don’t discriminate by gender. That’s a human failing.”
“Whatever,” I snapped, not interested in comparing the fairness of human versus nosferatu culture.
Then something began to form in my mind. Maybe there was a way to use undead societal structure to my advantage...
I gave Bones a wide smile. “You’re going to tell Ian you found me. And you’re going to offer to bring me to him.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
“CAT.” DON LOOKED UP from his paperwork. “Come in. I’m just going over the pathology reports from the other day.” He looked almost gleeful as he flicked his gaze to Bones. “You have quite a massive component in your blood. We could practically get rid of our other in-house vampires if we siphon a pint a week from you.”
“Going to tap me like a tree?” Bones asked in amusement. “Bit of a greedy bloodsucker yourself, aren’t you?”
“We came for a reason, Don. You may as well call in Juan, Tate, and Cooper. Then we’ll only have to go over this once.”
Don, curious, made the call. The three other men filed into the room after several minutes, and when the door shut, I began without preamble.
“You all know I’m a half-breed. What you don’t know, and what I didn’t until recently, was that the vampire who raped my mother is Don’s brother.”
Don looked markedly displeased at being exposed, but I ignored that.
“You remember Liam Flannery from New York? His real name is Ian, and he’s the vampire who made Bones. Ian’s also the vampire who made my father, Max. Don’s known that one, too, for years—it’s the real reason why we were sent to bring him in. So after we tangled, Ian got all excited over my being a half-breed and decided he wanted me as his new flavor of the week. According to Bones, Ian’s the type who won’t hesitate to use people I care about to ensure my compliance. There’s a way to get him off my back without an all-out bloodbath, but it’s dangerous.”
This was the difficult part. My plan had been just to challenge Ian to a fight myself, winner takes all, but Bones pointed out that Ian would likely refuse. No, Ian had to feel that he was in control, and there was only one way to ensure that.
Bones made an exasperated noise and plowed ahead. “Look, in order for her to turn the tables on Ian, he needs to be confident that he’s got something over her. A valuable hostage, more specifically. Now, Ian’s a smart bloke who likely wouldn’t kill someone who’s a useful bargaining tool, but there are no guarantees. She intends to rescue whoever’s bait, then use Ian’s guards as bargaining chips to force him to swear to leave her alone. If Ian makes a blood oath promising that, he’ll be bound by it in the vampire world, and he would be looked on very shoddily if he refused to bargain for his people out of mere lust. But until she gets there... there will be no one to ensure the safety of whoever volunteers.”
There was a hush when Bones finished. Tate was the first to break it.
“This’ll keep a vampire from hunting you, Cat? Then count me in.”
Don coughed a trifle unsteadily. “There must be a different approach we could take... ”