chapter Thirty-Seven
Mimi
ove never failed to get people in trouble, Mimi thought. Look at Ted and Deming: either one of them on their own could have stopped her, but together they were so worried about each other's safety that all Mimi had to do was grasp the opportunity when it came to her. She kept her sword pointed at Deming's neck as Deming tied Ted up, using the silver Venator rope. That would keep him until Sam and Dehua found him, anyway, and in the meantime, she and Deming would have a head start getting to the Venator conclave.
"It didn't have to be this way," Mimi said. "And if you cooperate, it will all be over soon. The Dark Prince will reward you handsomely if you cast your lot with ours and join our ranks."
"You disgust me," Deming said. "How could you do this to the Coven? You were our Regent."
Ted wouldn't even look her in the eye, and Mimi realized that while there were those in the Coven who'd always suspected her and Jack of being traitors, Ted Lennox had not been one of them. He had believed in her, and she had let him down. His shoulders sagged beneath the rope.
I have to do what I have to do, Mimi thought. If Jack wouldn't do it, then she would. This was the only way to keep all of them alive.
The conclave was held at a stately old manor on the outskirts of London. It was well hidden and well protected; Mimi would never have found it without Deming. It was blocked from sight by numerous different types of enchantments, and heavily guarded by the Venators themselves.
Mimi had used the mutatio to disguise herself as Deming's twin sister, Dehua. The other half of the Chen-Lennox foursome had been called away for some secret mission, so there was little chance the real Dehua would attend the meeting.
The entryway to the manor emptied into a large living room, furnished with antique velvet-upholstered sofas and mahogany tables, but also crammed with folding chairs to accommodate the crowd the organizers had anticipated.
Except there wasn't a crowd. The room wasn't even half full.
Mimi recognized several members of the New York Coven, along with other vampires she'd met over the years in various parts of the world. Several Venators were also in attendance, some of whom she'd never seen before.
"I don't understand," Mimi whispered to Deming. "Where is everybody?"
"This is everybody," Deming whispered back. "Most of the vampires are in hiding, and a lot of them just didn't respond to the call. Some of them have decided to assimilate; others are too scared to fight. People thought you and Jack gave up, and with Michael and Gabrielle gone..." Her voice trailed off.
Mimi thought back to other gatherings of the vampires, like her favorite, the Four Hundred Ball, held every year so new vampires could be introduced to the community. There were barely thirty people in this room, if you counted both vampires and Venators.
"How exactly are you guys going to mount a defense?" she asked. "I mean, look around. How is this motley crew going to stop the Dark Prince from taking Paradise? They don't look like they could take down a nightclub."
"I guess you'd know, being so close to Lucifer and all," Deming said pointedly. "You are an embarrassment to our kind. You should have stayed in the underworld. It's where you belong."
Mimi was about to retaliate with a sharp nudge of her knife, but before she could say anything, the room started buzzing. It could only mean one thing.
Kingsley was here.