Bound by the Vampire Queen (61 page)

Jacob waved off the castle staff that came to open the limo’s other door, stepping forward to handle it himself. From here forward, appearances were everything. He was dressed in dark slacks and a snug black heavyweight tee that showed his upper body to good effect, as well as the nine-millimeter in its shoulder holster and the steel arrows loaded in his wrist gauntlets. The message was clear. He wasn’t here for vampires. He was here to stop human servants. Gideon wore similar attire, only he also had a machete sheath down the line of his spine that contained a blade capable of decapitating a rhinoceros.

Getting ready for this had brought back memories of the nights they’d gone vampire hunting. But some things had changed.

When Gideon had been stripped to his shorts, adjusting his calf rig for extra knives, Jacob had seen fresh scars among the old. The lash marks across his back and ass were new enough to have happened recently, but if they’d been put there after he became a servant, they had to be marked with a vampire’s blood; else they would have healed and disappeared. While Gideon was dressing, Jacob saw Anwyn brush past him, her fingernails scraping over one of the lash marks on the upper rise of his buttock, giving him the answer of who’d put them there.

Before he’d become involved with Daegan and Anwyn, Gideon had been furious that Jacob had bound himself to Lyssa. He’d practically demanded to see his servant’s mark, which of course Jacob had refused, given the circumstances. Now Gideon got to see all of it. The lashes from his Ritual Oath of Binding, the cross on his hip bone, the serpentine mark down his back. When Gideon moved past him to retrieve his Walther from the duffel of weapons, he’d surprised Jacob by stopping, touching that mark with a quick brush of cal used fingers.

Jacob turned, his glance falling deliberately to the trinity of what looked like red teardrops, or blood, high on Gideon’s chest. His own servant mark, representing his bond to both of his vampires. He’d acquired it when Anwyn made him her full servant.

When Daegan did so later, it remained as the only mark, apparently a confirmation of the trinity that needed no embellishment. The two brothers met gazes. Gideon gave him a bare nod, an expression that said
It’s a hell of a kind of thing, ain’t it?
making Jacob smile tightly.

Yeah, a lot of things had changed. But one thing was the same. Once they were set, they cross-checked one another’s weapons, double-checked the loading. When they disembarked from the plane and went to the limo, they fell in with their vampires without any need for words, as perfectly in sync as if they were in each other’s minds, as they’d often been when they hunted.

Of course, though presentation was going to be ninety percent of this op, it probably wouldn’t matter if they’d all worn footie pajamas when all was said and done. There wouldn’t be eyes for anyone but his lady at this little party.

The last time the Council had seen her, she’d been sick, weak, and then transmuted to her Fae form. Now, as he opened the limo door, one mouth-watering leg came out, embellished by the shimmer of a tempting black stocking and sharp black heel with a decorative strand of diamonds at the ankle.

The tails of the anklet crossed and dangled in a glitter of gemstones down the back of the heel. He took her hand when it emerged. He’d done her nails himself, a glossy black with a single diamond chip on each of the three main fingers, outlined by a brush stroke of jade green color.

She’d always been able to make his mouth dry, his heart pound faster. And of course she was always stunningly beautiful, but in the past years she hadn’t gone out of her way to make it patently clear she was royalty. When he helped her out of the limo, he expected the castle staff was about to have a panic attack, thinking they should have put down a purple carpet for her to walk the fifty feet to the door.

The dress was a black cheongsam with gold dragons embroidered on it, the frog clasp at the high collar done in jasper. She wore matching gold earrings and her hair was swept up, several long tendrils wisping down over her breasts. The dress fit was perfect, molding her high, small breasts and curve of hip in a way that made every step she took a sensual dance of the female form, particularly with those shoes.

She gave Jacob a cool nod for his help, then released his hand and preceded him. He fell in at her back, three steps behind, watchful of her surroundings and in the proper place as her servant.

Daegan, dressed in black from top to toe, including silk shirt, slacks, tie and suit jacket, moved along to her right but one step back, like a silently stalking panther guarding the women. Anwyn was between Jacob and Gideon. Though this show was his lady’s, Anwyn had risen to the occasion. She’d worn a complimentary cheongsam, showing clearly where her loyalties lay, the fabric a brown silk embroidered with gold dragons with copper edgings to their wings. It enhanced the sable hair she had clipped loosely on her shoulders. Her blue-green eyes were steady as she carried Kane in her arms, another reason Jacob, Gideon and Daegan were flanking her closely. He’d been fed and was quiet, though his blue eyes were alert and taking in all the new information.

Vincent, Belizar’s servant, was waiting at the entranceway. The male was medium height, but compact muscle, his gray eyes steady. His brown hair was trimmed close, emphasizing the strong lines of his face. He’d revealed nothing as they approached, but Jacob knew Belizar wouldn’t have a servant who was any less of a cagey bastard than the Council head himself. “Council is in session,” Vincent said. “However, you will be summoned from your room when they are ready to address your issue.”

His tone was flat, obviously instructed in not only the message but the tenor they wanted to set for this visit. Jacob was reminded of Cayden deliberately withholding his assistance from Lyssa to mount a horse.
Our welcomes have definitely been lacking in manners of late, my lady.

We shall fix that.
“How long have you known me, Vincent?” Her voice was a soft purr.

“Quite some time, my lady.” Vincent had the intelligence to execute a deferential half bow, lowering his gaze, though Jacob saw the shrewd servant note how they were armed. He was certain a quick little mental text about that had gone ASAP to Belizar. When he registered Jacob was carrying steel arrows in the wrist gauntlets, he flicked his gaze up to Jacob’s face. Jacob met the subtly startled look with cool blue eyes. Vincent turned his full focus back to Lady Lyssa, attending her reply.

“Then you know it would be best if you advise your Master that we are on our way.”

“But—” Vincent shifted, as if he intended to courteously block her way. In that blink, he found himself staring down the line of one of those arrows as Jacob leveled the wrist gauntlet at his chest.

“Move out of my lady’s way, Vincent.” Glancing at Daegan, the vampire’s dark, unfathomable gaze unchanging at Jacob’s threat, Vincent swallowed. “Yes, my lady,” he said, stepping aside with another bow.

“You are a good servant, Vincent. Thank you.” She proceeded past him and into the front foyer, turning without hesitation toward a wide hal way.

Several second-marked human staff came to the doorway of their offices as they passed, retreating just as quickly when Jacob, Gideon and Daegan turned their targeted attention upon them, obviously assessing each for their threat level.

When they reached the large double doors of the Council chambers, they were closed. Jacob moved in front of his lady. At her nod, he turned the latch and pushed the doors open. Before she could step past him, he put himself in front of her. The Council members were seated and staring from behind their half crescent table. Their servants were standing and assembled in a similar shape across the room, none poised with a crossbow. It only took a second to establish the security of the room, and in that second, he’d stepped aside, bowing and gesturing her forward in an attitude of deference and respect that couldn’t be faulted. Except by her.

Very presumptuous, Sir Vagabond. If it weren’t for the fact I might have ruined this manicure, I would have knocked you out of my way and stomped you with my heels.

You don’t push me around when it comes to your safety, my lady. You never will. And from a practical standpoint, I can heal from most things with your blood. If you die, we’re both screwed.

She didn’t react to his words outwardly, but the current of dangerous warmth was both approval and promise of a Mistress’s retribution for the impertinence. He’d be happy to take anything she wanted to dish out after this was over. Now, all his concentration was on this. Warriors of like mind, he could tell Daegan and Gideon were focused on every move and reaction. Per the agreed plan, Daegan took the vampires and Gideon and Jacob divided the servants and entry points into two quadrants for surveillance.

Lord Belizar was in the center position as head of the Council, Lord Uthe to his right. Barbra, the only made vampire on the Council, was at the far end of the table. Mason, as the newest member of Council, held the other end. At the sight of them, a flicker went through the amber eyes, and something remarkably like a smile played around his serious mouth, but then it was gone and he appeared as dispassionate as Lyssa could be in her most guarded moments.

The other five members of the Council filled in the chairs leading up to Belizar’s head position. Council sessions often didn’t involve their servants, but they might be here for courier purposes, to step and fetch during the meeting.

Or, it could be a reinforcement of older, more restrictive ways, when servants had been required to stand and attend interminably long Council sessions to prove that suffering tedium was an expected part of their role. The servants’ positioning was opposite to their respective vampire, so Jessica was diagonally across the room from Mason. Like everyone else, she’d looked toward the door upon their entry, though otherwise she was still and attentive. She looked lovely and well put together, wearing soft slacks that clung to her hips and a thin blouse that accentuated the high curves of her breasts. Her chestnut hair was clipped back on her shoulders, curls soft around her face.

Only the paleness of her face hinted that her first visit to Council might be overloading her nerves, though Jacob expected a lot more was happening below the surface. She was probably a wreck, but determined not to show it. That assessment also took no more than a blink, and then he was back to his post, keeping a full eye on the other servants, a partial eye on the reaction of the Council.

Whatever admonition Belizar might have been about to make, about waiting until Lyssa was summoned, was bitten back. Jacob knew he was far from clueless, and probably realized in a blink that things weren’t going to go as they’d mapped them out. However, when he saw Daegan at her side, along with Gideon and Anwyn, a different sort of tension entered the Council chambers. Carefully, Belizar tented his fingers on the table before him.

“What is this?” he asked.

“I am answering your missive, my lord.” Lyssa locked gazes with him. “But I am not here as a cowering lackey hoping for your mercy, waiting for judgment. I am here as the Queen of the Far East Clan, the last royal line, the oldest vampire among our kind.”

“From what we have learned, Lady Lyssa, you may still have vampire blood, but all your power is Fae magic. You have no authority here. However, as we indicated in our letter, your son would still be considered vampire offspring. At least, we assume he is. He will need to be tested.”

“Jacob.”

He stepped to her side. Placing an elegant hand on his shoulder, she removed one shoe, then the other, and handed them both to him. “Hold these for me.”

Belizar’s brow creased. “My lady, this is—” The Council chamber erupted. Lyssa was no longer next to Jacob. In a movement too fast to follow, she’d cleared the table, seized Belizar by the front of his suit and slammed him up against the stone wall behind his chair. The impact was so hard the stone cracked like a gunshot. The head of the Council snarled. Lyssa dropped him with an answering show of fang and a deft leap that put her on top of the table, in front of his chair, her feet on the stack of papers there. Her jade eyes had gone completely crimson.

“If there’s a question about my vampire powers, I will prove them here and now.”

With the exception of Mason, the Council members had evacuated their chairs, experienced enough fighters to know that being hemmed in by that monolithic table wasn’t a good strategic position. Gideon, Jacob and Daegan shifted, closing in tighter on Anwyn and Kane, turning outward to provide coverage on all sides.

Though Jacob thought the servants should be celebrating the fact the tedium had been disrupted, he kept both wrist gauntlets leveled in their direction, bringing the few who’d started forward to an abrupt halt. Gideon matched his stance with his own weaponry.

Jessica slipped around the wall created by Gideon, Jacob and Daegan to go to Mason’s side, obviously at his mental direction. She stood at his chair, a hand on the ornately carved headrest.

Light as a cat, Lyssa pivoted and landed in the open area before the table again. She spread out her hands, an invitation. “You send me a passive-aggressive missive, suggesting I will have no choice but to turn my son over the tender care of this Council, if that is your will . And that I will submit to your judgment about my status as a vampire. So I am here to answer that missive, to prove to you that I am vampire and I am more than capable of caring for my son. But mostly I’m here to deliver my own message. I’ve had enough.”

Her expression changed, eyes becoming hard ruby glass. “I am not here to be judged. This structure is my creation, and since I brought it into the world, I have the right to remove it. I did not fight the Territory Wars and go through utter hell to establish this Council, only to see it destroy itself from within.” Belizar had straightened, his eyes narrowed upon her, rage simmering off him, but he’d not yet made his move. It was too early for Jacob to take that as a good sign.

“We are a species like no other,” she continued, sweeping her gaze over the Council members. “We cannot be democratic in nature. We are too brutal, too driven by our predator natures for that. However, the vision I had for this Council was one of fairness, one where prejudices and old fears and hatreds would not stagnate it. I thought things might change in light of what has occurred in the past few years, that you would realize our direction must be adjusted, but I was wrong. If I have to take hold of the helm once again to make sure the vision I had—and continue to have—for this Council, happens, I will do so. If, in order to do that, I must prove I’m still capable of staking every one of you where you stand, with my vampire powers alone, I’m happy to do that.”