Eternal (27 page)

“I don’t think I could sleep if I tried,” I said, nervously twisting the ring on my finger. Not on a plane full of vampires, even if they were the friendly variety. And not with the unknown danger that lay ahead of us.

Mrs. Girard had prepped us once we’d taken off, filling us in on what was going on. It didn’t sound good—Propagators gathering in Paris, along with leaders from a few Eastern sects who sided with them. The message was clear: Come and get us, if you can.

And so we would, or die trying. I’d agreed to the plan, the price of Aidan’s freedom, so there was no backing out now.

Just freaking great.

At the time, it hadn’t even occurred to me that I was pledging Matthew to the fight too. If something happened to him, if something happened to Aidan—

“It’s going to be okay, Violet,” Matthew said, his steady gaze meeting mine. “I don’t know how, exactly, but we’re going to succeed, okay?”

I sat up straight in my seat, my heart pounding now. “You’ve had a vision!”

He nodded, looking strangely grim. “I’ve seen enough to know we come out safely on the other side of this.”

I took a deep breath, considering his words—and the ones left unspoken. He’d seen more, something bad. That was the way our visions worked. “What else?”

“It doesn’t matter; let’s deal with this threat first.”

“You can’t just—”

“I need more details,” he interrupted. “A replay when I can actually focus on it. There’s time. Just . . . trust me on this.”

From the tone of his voice, it didn’t seem like I had a choice.

“Anyway, Aidan’s right. We should get some sleep.” He set his book on the table in front of him and then retrieved the blanket from the empty seat beside him, unfolding it and laying it across his lap.

“I’ll keep a close eye on everything,” Aidan assured me, reaching for my hand. “I promise.”

“Maybe if I listen to music,” I said, reaching for my cell phone and earbuds.

Aidan leaned toward me, his lips close to my ear. “Remember that song you played me? The one with the slow, marching beat? Try that; I bet it’ll put you right out.”

I shot him a glare. “I love that song.”

“I know you do,” he said with a grin.

“You’re lucky I adore you,” I shot back, then shoved my earbuds in and pressed play.

Not a day goes by that I don’t give thanks that you do,
he answered inside my head, drowning out the song’s opening notes.
Now go to sleep, love.

I hadn’t thought it possible, but I must have dozed off. The next thing I knew, the landing gear rumbling beneath my feet jolted me awake. The lights in the cabin were low; I had no idea if it was night or day. Across from me, Matthew was still sleeping, his arms folded, his features slack. He looked peaceful, far younger than his years, a shock of dark hair falling across his forehead.

I sat up stiffly, an uncomfortable crick in my neck where I’d been leaning against Aidan’s shoulder. “We’re landing already?” I asked, yawning.

“I’m afraid so. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock,” I said.

Matthew woke, straightening in his seat. “We’re there?” he asked sleepily.

“Just about,” Aidan said. “I talked to Nicole while you two were sleeping. When we land, the three of us are going to my
apartment to wait. Nicole and Luc are going straight underground, gathering forces. When they’ve chosen the spot for the confrontation, we’ll join them, drawing the enemy to us.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked me, just as the plane bumped against the ground.

“How long do you think we’ll have? At your apartment,” I clarified. “Before they send for us.”

“Not long. A matter of hours.”

“That’s it?”

He nodded. “That’s it. We need to get you and Dr. Byrne something to eat right away.”

“What time is it?” Matthew asked.

“Hard to tell with no windows, isn’t it?” I glanced down at my watch. “Just after four in the morning, New York time. So that’s, what? Ten a.m. in Paris? The sun will have risen already—how will they get around?” I asked, assuming that Mrs. Girard and Luc hadn’t taken the elixir that made it possible to withstand the sun.

But crap, Aidan
had
taken it—which meant he was going into a fight with his abilities compromised. Again.

“Don’t worry,” Aidan assured me. “They have their ways. Paris has an extensive underground footprint, you know. It’s why the city is so popular with vampires. Tribunal Headquarters is really
an entire network—safe houses connected via the Metro system and unused tunnels and chambers. It reaches far out into the countryside.”

“Wow, they should include that in the travel brochures,” I said sourly. “ ‘We’ve got vampires, all the way out to the burbs.’ That’ll get the tourists flocking.”

Aidan just shrugged. “It’s true of most cities with a large subway system. London, New York, São Paulo, Prague, Moscow, Seoul, Tokyo, Hong Kong.”

“Remind me to avoid those cities from now on,” Matthew said with a frown.

The plane rolled to a stop, and Mrs. Girard made her way to the front, pausing as she passed us. “You know the plan, Mr. Gray. There’s a car waiting to take you to your apartment.”

He just nodded, reaching for my hand and helping me to my feet.

I wondered where, exactly, we’d landed. A private airport, I imagined, but surely we’d still have to go through customs or something.

Turns out we did, but there wasn’t much to it, just a single agent who barely glanced at our passports before waving us along. We followed Luc and Mrs. Girard down a ramp and through a
door that led to a garage, where two long, dark cars were waiting. Somehow, our bags had already made it off the plane and were being loaded into the trunks by liveried drivers.

Silently, we climbed into the rear car. Just like on the plane, Aidan sat beside me, Matthew directly across, facing us. The first thing I noticed was that a panel completely blocked my view of the driver, and the windows on the sides and back of the car were entirely blacked out—which was odd, because it hadn’t looked that way from the outside.

Curious, I tapped on the glass.

“We don’t need this,” Aidan said, hitting a button on a panel above our heads.

There was an electric whir, and the dark panels on either side of the car slid down, revealing normal windows. “They’re reflective from the outside,” Aidan explained. “So, looking in, you can’t tell the windows are blacked out.”

I suppressed a shudder. “That’s so creepy. How far outside Paris are we?”

“About an hour, if the traffic’s light.”

Matthew took out his cell phone, glancing down at the screen with a scowl. “If you guys don’t mind, I need to check my messages,” he said, looping a headset over one ear.

“Go ahead,” I said, scooting closer to Aidan.

Aidan reached for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine as the car slid out of the garage and picked up speed. “Are you scared?” he asked, his voice low.

“A little. I don’t know. I mostly feel resigned. A little relieved too, if that makes any sense. I’ve been dreading this day for so long—knowing that it would come, but refusing to let myself think about it. But if what Matthew said is true—you know, his vision—then I’ll just be glad to have it over and done with.”

He glanced down at our joined hands for a moment and then raised his gaze to meet mine. “You’re assuming that whatever we do today will fulfill our obligation to Nicole and her cause. I’m afraid I don’t think it’s that simple.”

“Well, why not? If you end this war—”

“How am
I
to end this war?” he asked, his voice rising. “There’s no proof that this
Dauphin
legend is true. And even if it is, my role isn’t assured. For all we know, the man who raised me is my biological father, after all. This is madness, Violet.”

“You
make
them believe it. Listen to me,” I urged, squeezing his hand. “You’ve got Mrs. Girard’s army behind you and me and Matthew beside you. It doesn’t really matter if those other vampires can destroy you or not, because I’m not letting them.” I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. “You tell them that
you’re the
Dauphin
, and you make sure they believe it. You can do this. I know you can.”

“You’ve that much faith in me?” he asked, leaning forward till his forehead rested against mine.

“I do,” I answered. “You just need to have faith in
me
. In Matthew and in his vision.”

“I love you, Vi,” he whispered, his breath coming faster now, mingling with mine.

“I know.” And then I kissed him, completely forgetting Matthew’s presence there in the car with us until I heard him clear his throat loudly.

“Sorry,” I said, drawing away reluctantly. “Everything okay?” I asked Matthew, seeing that his scowl had deepened.

“Oh, you know.” He stuffed his cell phone back into his pocket. “Just a half dozen or so messages from Charlie, wondering where the hell I am.”

“Uh-oh,” I said, hating the unfairness of it all. “What are you going to tell her?”

“I have no idea,” he said sharply. “Can we talk about something else? Maybe . . . I don’t know, combat strategy or something? Since we’ll have to all work together this time.”

That was enough to distract me throughout the rest of the drive into Paris.

*  *  *

Aidan’s apartment was pretty much exactly what I’d expected—large, exquisitely furnished, and comfortable. It took up the building’s top two floors on the side facing the Eiffel Tower, the second floor reached by a spiral staircase.

We’d stopped to pick up an oh-so-not-French lunch of cheeseburgers and fries—
Le Royal Deluxe et des frites
—a few blocks away, and after a quick tour of the apartment, sat at the long, rectangular farmhouse table eating. At least, Matthew and I were eating.

Aidan had disappeared back upstairs. I could hear him banging around above us as I slowly chewed my food, hoping my nerves would allow me to keep it down.

“So, this is where you’re going to live, huh?” Matthew took a sip of his drink, watching me over the rim of his cup.

“Apparently. It’s pretty nice though, right?” I glanced around, admiring the copper pots and pans hanging from the ceiling. “Awfully swanky for student housing.”

“And big,” Matthew added. “I think I counted three bedrooms besides the master suite, plus a formal living room and that little nook he called a parlor. There was a library on the second floor too. It’s got to be two or three thousand square feet, at least. What does he do with it all?”

“I suppose you’re going to ask us to rent you a room,” I joked,
then immediately wished I could take it back when I saw the stricken look on his face.

I didn’t have time to question him, because Aidan came back in then, carrying a sword.

“What are you doing with that?” I asked, watching as he took it over to the counter and laid it down with a
clang
.

“I think I have some silver polish somewhere,” he said, digging around the cabinet beneath the sink.

“You’re going to polish a sword? Now?” I finished my last fry, crumpling the container and tossing it in the bag. “Anyway, where’d you get that thing?”

“It’s been in the family for years,” he answered, still searching through the cabinet. “It’s quite old, really, but it’ll do.”

“For what?” Matthew asked.

“If I’m to be the point man, out front, I need a weapon,” Aidan explained. “It won’t kill a vampire, obviously, but it’ll stop one long enough for the two of you to flank in and do your thing. Anyway, we’ll need one for later. To separate—”

“—the head from the body,” I finished for him. “Yeah, I remember. Is it sharp?”

He nodded, running a hand down the length of the blade. A ribbon of red appeared on his palm, dripping grotesquely down his wrist as he reached for a towel. “Perfectly so. It just needs to be
shined up a bit.” Wincing, he wiped away the blood. “That hurt.”

“I’m sure it did,” I said, watching in amazement as the deep gash healed itself in a matter of seconds, right before my eyes.

Matthew nodded appreciatively. “That’s a nice trick.”

“Isn’t it?” Aidan examined his hand, looking pleased.

I exhaled quickly. “Okay, what now? I mean, after you’re done polishing your sword?”

Aidan shrugged. “We wait. This might take me a while, though.”

“Great,” I said, feeling as if I might jump out of my skin. I had to do something, occupy myself somehow. Otherwise I was going to lose it, just sitting around twiddling my thumbs. “I think I’m going to go sit on the balcony upstairs and read my e-mail, then. Or . . . maybe I’ll check out the library first, if that’s okay.”

“Hey,
mon appartement est votre appartement
. This is your home, come fall.”

He sounded
way
too cheerful, I decided. As if he were putting on a front, playacting for my benefit—trying to pretend like everything was okay, when it wasn’t. How could it be?

“You mind if I come with you to the library?” Matthew asked, tossing the rest of his lunch in the trash.

“Course not.” I stood and headed for the door, taking my drink with me. “Come find us when you’re done polishing your sword, okay, Aidan?”

He nodded. “I won’t be long.”

But I knew he would be. He wanted to be alone; I could sense it. Whatever his reasons were, I’d have to respect them, even if I didn’t like it.

And I didn’t, not one bit.

“C’mon,” I said to Matthew. “Let’s go see if he’s got anything good to read.”

O
w!” I cried out. “My wrist.” I glanced down at my bracelet, horrified to see the blackish red bloodstone glowing hotly against my skin. “No. Oh no. Aidan!”

He was beside me in an instant. “Look,” I said, holding up my wrist.

He glanced toward the window, where the moon had risen high in the sky.

There was no way of knowing if this was a single assassin, or a larger threat. But there
was
a threat—there was no doubting that.

Megvéd
, I called out telepathically, establishing the connection
with Matthew. Without even trying, I relayed the information to him in a split second.