“It’s fine. I’m fine. Tammi’s fine.” If I put a bit of emphasis on my daughter’s name, that couldn’t be helped. I’m not a fucking saint. I wanted Isabel to remember the cost of her actions.
But it was clear that she did, and a second later I felt shitty for my vindictiveness. Sinead, who sat on a chair by Isabel’s bed, gave me a furious glare.
I sat down on the other side of the bed. One of Isabel’s braids was falling apart, the rubber band that held it torn. I gently removed it, and tied the ends together. Then I unwound the entire braid, carefully separated the three sections of hair, and began to braid them together again patiently. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I think if you had said, ‘Hey, Lou, bringing the box to Breadknife will usher in Armageddon,’ I would have probably listened.”
“I didn’t know that. All I could see was darkness. And the darkness originated with the box that you took. I didn’t know what would cause the darkness to erupt. And almost all the paths I saw to the future were dark. Even telling you.”
I thought about it. What would I have done if Isabel had told me? She hadn’t known that the danger was the box itself. Assuming she could have convinced me that bringing the stolen box to Breadknife would end in disaster, I would have probably done just what I did—forged the crystal and handed the forgery to him when he came for it. He’d have left and opened the box once he was back home, unleashing the monstrosities inside. She was right. Telling me about it wouldn’t have prevented the box from being opened.
I held the braid tightly and looped the rubber band around the end a couple of times.
“Lou, I would never—”
“It’s okay, Isabel. I understand. Don’t worry about it.”
And I did. She had done what she had to do; there was no other way. And saving the world was a pretty good incentive, too.
But I also knew that when I saw her next, a small part of me would remember that her actions had put my daughter in danger. That she had betrayed my trust. What she’d done had resulted in a tiny fracture between us, and I could only hope this fracture would eventually heal.
I cycled slowly down the dark street, my mind heavy with worry. The damage Breadknife’s goons had done to my shop had been extensive. Though the safe was still as I’d left it, most of my alchemy tools had been shattered, the ingredient jars smashed, the store’s shelves bashed and knocked down. The front door’s lock had been destroyed. I’d managed to save most of my ingredients, but it would take a lot of time and money to restore the shop to a reasonable state. Time in which I should be working. Money that I lacked.
It would be nice if I could sell the dragon scale. But doing that right now was tantamount to suicide. It was more than probable that most of the potential “buyers” for the scale would be bounty hunters, hired by the dragon to find the thieves who had taken his scales. It could take years to sell it safely.
Sinead had dismantled HHT’s offices, leaving a bunch of confused and angry hippo hunter wannabes. She claimed she had managed to stay a few thousand dollars ahead, and had shared some of it with me, saying that it was a “participation bonus.” So I could fix the door and pay this month’s rent. But the future was a desperate and worrisome thing.
It became even more worrisome when I stopped a few yards from the shop’s door. A man leaned on the door, his arms folded.
Or rather, a vampire.
Maximillian Fuchs looked at me with gleaming eyes. A smile stretched across his face, hinting of long fangs beneath.
My legs tensed as I prepared to cycle away, the chain on my wrist already unwinding, feeling my need. My palms began to smoke, the heat making the rubber on the bicycle handles grow soft.
“You know you can’t outrun me—definitely not on that ridiculous thing,” he said, his voice crisp and cold. “And I hope you don’t think you can burn me to a crisp, the way you did to your old boss.”
I had to buy time, come up with a plan. “How did you find me?”
“I’m very, very good at what I do.”
“So am I.”
“Yes, you are!” His smile brightened. “I must congratulate you. The security footage for the entire week before the burglary had been erased from our servers; I have no idea how. You left no fingerprints behind, no useful witnesses.”
“Then how…”
“Never underestimate a vampire, Lou Vitalis. You left behind your scent.”
I wanted to punch myself. Of course!
“It was all over the safe. And then I remembered that clumsy waitress, her scent quite similar. Tracing her back to you wasn’t easy… you cover your tracks well. But someone did help you get the job. And he was more than happy to give me your name. I barely had to rip off three of his fingernails. I didn’t even get to his teeth.”
Sinead’s man. Wasn’t he from the Secret Service? I guess that wasn’t enough to deter a vampire. “He didn’t know that I was about to steal anything. He just helped a friend.”
“I know everything. Like I said, I’m good at what I do. Don’t worry. He’ll recover. Well, he’ll recover physically. I don’t know about mental scars. Mortals are quite fragile.”
“So what now?” I asked, letting the chain on my wrist snake into my palm. I would throw it at his feet, immobilize him, then burn him. Vampires burned, I was sure of it. “Are you going to take me to Ddraig Goch?”
“That’s a good question.” He narrowed his eyes. “I could do that. You would tell me where the box and the crystal are. And, of course, those six precious dragon scales. And then I’d take you to the dragon.”
“What if I don’t talk?” I could throw the chain around his neck. Would it cut through his neck if I tightened it enough?
He rolled his eyes. “Everyone talks. They think they won’t, because they don’t understand how real pain feels. But when they find out, they talk. There could be another solution, though.”
I didn’t take the bait, didn’t ask what the solution was. Instead I watched him calmly, my thumb running against one of the chain links.
He seemed irked that I failed to play my part. His smile lost some of its smugness. “You are quite a capable woman, Lou Vitalis. I wouldn’t have thought stealing from a dragon was possible. Already, to Ddraig Goch’s chagrin, your deeds are becoming a legend.”
“Yeah, I’m awesome-possum. The best thing since sliced bread.”
“Indeed, and—”
“Totally bitchin’. The bee’s knees.” I searched my mind for something else. “The cat’s pajamas.”
“Are you done?”
“Yes.”
“And it occurs to me—”
“Oh! Peachy-keen. Sorry, it was on the tip of my tongue.”
“It occurs to me that we could work together.”
I nodded. “Would working together include me not being tortured and later incinerated by an irate dragon?”
“I think we can agree on those terms.”
“Then I’m your girl.” I smiled a wide, insincere smile. “Won’t your boss be angry you didn’t find the person in charge of that spectacular, legendary, peachy-keen job on his vault?”
“Let me worry about my boss. You can worry about keeping me happy.”
“And how do I do that, exactly?”