“Turn on the cameras!” Lucien yelled, lifting one hand as if he were conducting an orchestra. All around the room, the red lights were turning green. “I want the world to see this.”
She pictured where it was supposed to go. Saw it in her mind. Then all she had to do was steady herself and pivot. Shoot. Then push herself to her feet and run.
Don’t stay to see if he got hit. Don’t stay to see if he fell, and certainly don’t stay to see if the wooden shaft struck his heart and killed him. Don’t stay to gloat or to glory or for the satisfaction of knowing you wiped that smug expression off his face. Steady. Pivot. Aim. Shoot. Run.
She looked at Gavriel, blood still caked on his wrist where she’d bitten him, face turned to one side so that she could see his face only in profile—cheekbones, tumbling hair, and downcast red eyes. He hung from silvery chains looped around his limbs. Maybe she was saving him. Maybe.
Her chance was now.
She sucked in her breath and swung around the corner, lifting the crossbow. She took two steps toward Lucien, braced herself, and shot.
The bolt flew. She had a moment to see Gavriel’s head come up, eyes going wide. She had a moment to see Lucien turn, a sneer curling on his mouth. The guards started toward her, inhumanly fast, and she forgot everything she’d told herself. She stood frozen, sucking in her breath and waiting to see if she’d hit.
Lucien’s arm came up to swat the bolt out of the air, but he was too slow. The bolt sliced through the cloth of his sleeve to strike him in the chest. His fanged mouth opened in a shout of almost comical surprise. Staggering back, he stumbled to one knee. Dark blood soaked his white shirt.
She nearly laughed out loud.
His three black-clad guards were almost to her.
Finally, seconds too late, much too late, she turned and ran, her bare feet slamming on the polished wooden floor, a devouring pulse thrumming inside her. She could hear the guards right behind her, their robes flapping like curtains in a strong wind. Racing for the front door, she steeled herself to throw her shoulder against it, when a hand caught the back of her dress. She was jerked backward.
Tana whipped around, slamming the crossbow against the closest vampire like a club. It struck a woman’s face, and she laughed, fangs long and sharp and very white against red lipstick. She threaded her fingers through Tana’s hair, nails sinking into her head as she marched her across the room and then slammed her into a door frame.
The world went blurry.
Tana looked around at the other two guards, circling her like sharks.
From the other room, a voice was calling out for them to stop immediately. It sounded like Gavriel’s voice, but it must have been Lucien speaking. Fumbling, Tana tried to reload her crossbow until it was jerked out of her hand. The metal-and-wood blade was within reaching distance, strapped to her thigh, but she didn’t want to go for it until her head cleared.
“Give her to me,” said a gray-clad vampire. She had a thick German accent that made the words hard to understand. One of the Spider’s Corps. They were milling in around her, all dressed in the same loose gray uniform.
Lucien’s guard unhanded her, and two of the Spider’s people grabbed hold. Their fingers were cool against her bare arms.
“Oh, this is rich,” Lucien said as she was dragged back into the glass-domed ballroom. “You stupid, sad, demented girl.”
“He’s going to betray you!” she shouted to Gavriel.
Gavriel watched her with impassive red eyes and didn’t speak. One of his arms was free from the chains, as though he’d tried to get to her in time. She hoped that didn’t put him in more danger. After a moment, his gaze went to the German-accented woman holding her arm. Something passed between them that Tana couldn’t follow.
Lucien pulled the wooden arrow out of his chest and tossed it onto the marble tiles, spattering them dark red. “Truly, a delight. Let her go, won’t you?”
She felt hands releasing her, and without their support, she was ashamed to find that she swayed alarmingly.
“Come here, my deluded dear,” said Lucien. “Did Gavriel put you up to this? Maybe he doesn’t like you very much after all.”
“No one needed to put me up to it,” Tana said, staying where she was. “I wanted to kill you all on my own.”
Lucien spread his arms wide, laughing. “Well, come on then. Do it. Or no, let’s wait until the Spider gets here and we can do a little gladiatorial show for him. Do you think he’d like that? Waiting would give you a moment or two to get your bearings again.”
Tana took an unsteady step toward him. Her head spun.
The guards moved forward, too.