Lady Maccon blinked, remembering Rue’s purpose there. “No, dear, no. Clearly the tank works on tethers.”
Rue turned to leave. She needed to see Dama. She needed to know he remained unchanged. The sunrise was not far off. She could ill afford to waste time, for she must dress properly for Dama.
A rustle of skirts heralded her mother’s running to catch up. “Infant, do you require” – she paused as though unsure of the right word – “comfort?”
It was sweet of her to try.
Quesnel followed, his expression concerned.
“Now, Mother, you know you’re horrid at that.”
Lady Maccon was not offended by truth. Rue rather admired her for that.
“No, you’re quite right. You’ll be visiting your other father?”
Rue nodded. “Soon, before I lose the night.”
Lady Maccon nibbled her lip and then, in a decisive move, folded Rue into a warm motherly embrace. It was a good hug because Mother was lovely and squishy, even corseted. Rue let herself enjoy it, even knowing that her poor old mother couldn’t begin to understand why Rue was upset. Lady Maccon was thinking that everything was perfectly fine. Everyone was alive and mostly uninjured. Her plan to emigrate to Egypt was commencing. The pack had transitioned as smoothly as one could hope.
That was how Lady Maccon thought the world worked. She bent it to her will regardless of consequences. That was how Rue had come into existence. It was her mother’s nature to be soulless. She couldn’t be faulted for it.
Rue extracted herself from the hug. “Thank you, Mother. But I think…”
Lady Maccon waved her off. “Carry on. Your young man and I are going to engage in some nice civilised discourse.”
“We are?” Quesnel was positively horrified by this statement.
“Perhaps I should stay, then,” said Rue. “And he’s not my young man.”
Lady Maccon only waved at her again. “Oh, I think he might be. Go on, dear, you aren’t necessary.”
Rue, remembering how Quesnel and Percy and their ridiculous feud had started the whole messy brawl earlier, felt that he deserved some extended exposure to her mother. So she left them to it.
Dama was waiting for her, bless him.
“Puggle, darling!” His embrace smelled of lemon hair tonic and sweet lavender and only a little bit of old blood. He was bony where Mother was soft, and certainly too small to envelop her, but he did his parental best. And he understood, so it worked.
“Sit, my poor dear girl.” Instead of insisting on ceremony, the vampire tugged her to the softest of his sofas, the one facing the fireplace with a little table for reading. He sat next to her, keeping her hand in his, for they both wore thick enough gloves. He was careful not to let any skin touch as he consoled her.
Rue was grateful. She didn’t want to be a vampire right now.
“Tell me everything.” His expression was all sympathy.
“Don’t you already know?”
“I know the facts, my little pea blossom, but not the rest. Has my B—?” A slight mistake there, he collected himself. “Has the pack transitioned?”
Rue nodded. “New Alpha. Uncle Rabiffano, if you can believe that.”
“I am the only one who was never surprised.”
“No, you’re good like that.” Rue suspected there was something more than Dama’s normal understanding of how the world worked but she didn’t want to pry. The London Pack was no longer her business.
“He managed to do it without killing Lord Maccon?”
“Yes.” Rue could see in Dama’s eyes the miracle that this was.
“We truly live in a brave new world.” The vampire shook his head. There was real awe in his tone, something Rue had never heard before.
“I suppose if anyone could manage it, it would be Rabiffano. He will be a good Alpha, my Puggle. You can trust me to know this.”
Rue hadn’t thought if it that way. “I suppose he will. Very cultured, exactly what a London Pack needs.”
“And all those ties to that horrible Lord Woolsey will finally be purged.”
“That was before my time, Dama.” Sometimes he forgot how young she was, or maybe it was that he forgot on purpose, knowing how short her life-span would be. It must be horrible for him. How many pack transitions had he watched in his lifetime? How many friends had he seen die because of them?
He patted her hand. “Of course it was, periwinkle. But this must have come as quite a shock for you. I hope you understand, your father asked us not to say anything to you.”
“I know. He wanted to be my strong solid mooring point for ever.”
The vampire’s blue eyes twinkled. “Forgive us immortals our sins of pride, child. We all age like cheese, growing strong and tasty but also covered in the mould of good intentions gone grey.”
Rue gave a watery chuckle. “I didn’t know I was going to lose him. Now he and Mother will go to Egypt and die.”
“Ah, I see. You knew all along you would lose Alexia, but you had Conall and I stashed away in your heart, unchanging.”
“Exactly.”