Night Huntress: Up From The Grave Part 8

Unless . . .

"You could use your telekinetic powers to freeze everyone underground while we searched the place for the entrance," I suggested to Mencheres despite it sounding naive to my own ears.

A winged brow rose. "And if this facility isn't the command center of Madigan's operations?"

I sighed. "Then we're screwed."

Someone high up in the government had to have been backing Madigan all these years after Don fired him. How else could he have at least two clandestine underground facilities at his disposal, not to mention the astronomical funding all his experimental research would have cost? So the shadowy figure-or figures-behind Madigan would go into deep hiding once they knew we had the power to immobilize an entire base. No, we had to save our best weapon for the final battle when we took out Madigan and the people behind him, not waste the surprise on the skirmishes before it.

It was the only logical choice, but it didn't bode well for getting my friends out alive. I tried to remember the last time I'd talked with Tate. Had we fought? Possibly. Our relations.h.i.+p had been strained over the past couple years, but things had just started to get back to normal. I hated that I might never get a chance to tell him what his friends.h.i.+p had meant to me, through the good times and the bad.

Mencheres must have sensed my brooding because he said, "We're returning tomorrow to the States with you," in his most soothing voice. "I'll be near when you need me, Cat."

I flashed him a grateful smile. Once, I'd hated the ancient Egyptian vampire. Now the knowledge that he would be near for the final confrontation filled me with profound relief.

"Thank you."

He gifted me with one of his rare smiles. You're welcome.

The words weren't spoken aloud. Instead, they slid directly into my thoughts like a telepathic text message. Mencheres, with his staggering age and abilities, was the only vampire I'd met who could communicate this way though he'd only done it with me once before.

"Show-off," I murmured.

Another twitch of his lips, but then he turned his attention to the window and the lights it revealed when the plane banked sharply.

"We're here."

Vladislav Basarab Dracul's house was exactly what you'd expect from the uncrowned prince of darkness: a ma.s.sive mansion that was equal parts beautiful and barbaric, with intricately carved balconies and pillars next to gargoyle-adorned towers and turrets. It was also busier than I'd ever seen it. Members of his staff waited outside the four-story structure, hurrying to park cars as fast as the guests arrived. That wasn't the only difference since my last visit. Instead of electricity, torches now lit up the exterior. They stood over a dozen feet tall around the grounds of the house, while smaller ones adorned the mansion's many balconies. I would have called it a fire hazard except for Vlad's abilities. Nothing burned around him unless he wanted it to.

We were politely hustled inside the great hallway, where more attendants took our overnight bags after asking our names. Inside, candles replaced the normal lights, and tuxedoed staff pa.s.sed out crystal gla.s.ses filled with something crimson yet bubbly. Curious, I grabbed one off the nearest tray and took a sip.

"You've got to try this," I told Bones, handing him the gla.s.s. "It's like Cristal and O-Negative had a love child."

Bones took it, raising an appreciative brow as he swallowed. He might not be Vlad's biggest fan-okay, most days the two men hated each other-but he clearly approved of Drac's plasma-infused bubbly.

Seeing his throat work as he took a second, longer sip reminded me that I hadn't fed in over a day. How s.e.xy Bones looked in his ebony tuxedo with his dark brown locks hugging his head like a sleek helmet only fueled the hunger rising inside me. We hadn't had time to shop before Mencheres picked us up, but thankfully, the former pharaoh had plenty of fancy clothes. Mencheres and Bones were similar in size, so his borrowed tuxedo fit him as though it had been made for him.

"Have another," I said to Bones, handing him a new gla.s.s of the champagne-infused blood after he finished the first one. "You'll need to be well hydrated later."

His mouth curled as he accepted the gla.s.s. Then his fingers held mine captive as he brought the gla.s.s up to drink. My knuckles brushed his smooth chin as he swallowed while those dark eyes never left mine. Only after he'd drained it did he release me, and by then, I didn't want him to. In fact, I was wondering where our guest room was and if we had time to slip away before the wedding started.

He leaned down, his gaze now tinged with green as he set his empty gla.s.s on a pa.s.sing waiter's tray without once looking away.

"You make me ache with how beautiful you are, Kitten."

The formal strapless dress Kira had loaned me was a bit tight, but from the way Bones's eyes swept over me, he approved of how my b.r.e.a.s.t.s bulged a little too much over the bodice and how the black velvet draped me as though it were painted on. My hair was loose since stopping to get it styled was out of the question, but its deep crimson color matched my wedding ring. It was the only jewelry I wore, yet its magnificence made more than one of the bejeweled female guests pause and stare. Red diamonds were the rarest in the world, and the only other one close to this size was in a museum somewhere.

I slipped my arms around him, breathing in his scent and reveling in the hard feel of his body as he pressed me close.

"You'll ache with something else as soon as we're alone," I whispered.

His arms tightened around me. "As will you."

That low, gravelly tone made sensual s.h.i.+vers dance over me, but then behind us, someone cleared their throat. Since we were in a house filled with vampires, that wasn't an accident.

Kira smiled shyly when I turned around.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Mencheres left to see Vlad, and I don't know anyone else here."

"Don't be silly, you're not interrupting," I said, though my body protested when I pulled away from Bones. Then I grabbed a fresh crystal gla.s.s from the attentive waitstaff.

"Besides, you have to try the bubbly. It's to die for."

The wedding ceremony took place in the ballroom, which, aside from the grounds around Vlad's estate, was the only place large enough to fit his many guests since it took up over half of the third floor. At a rough estimate, there were two thousand people here, yet I'd only need both hands to count the number of humans.

The bride, Leila, and the older man I supposed was her father were among the rare mortal exceptions. She gasped when she entered the ballroom, but that might not have been from the thousands of people who stood up when she appeared. It could have been from the gigantic pillars made of white roses that lined her path to the altar, or the ancient chandeliers blazing with more candles than I could count. That wasn't Vlad's best decoration, though. When Leila started her descent down the aisle, the iron canopy Vlad stood under erupted into flames that burned so hotly, by the time she reached him, it looked like he was haloed by a covering of gold.

"Wow," I whispered.

"Showhound," Bones muttered in reply.

Once Vlad took Leila's hand, the ceremony started. It turned out to be surprisingly traditional. Mencheres handed over the rings when the time came, and a brunette who resembled Leila accepted her bouquet. Aside from Vlad's giving his responses in both English and Romanian and the roar his people let out after he declared that he would love, honor, and cherish Leila as his wife, it was a textbook-normal wedding.

And a dose of normal was apparently what I'd needed. I already knew I'd missed our far quieter life in the mountains, but I hadn't realized how much until now. Something tightly clenched inside me unwound a little as I listened to two people swear to take on all of life's challenges together in the name of love.

In my thirty years on this earth, I'd already seen and done more than many people would in a lifetime, but I wouldn't have made it this far if not for love. That had been the solid ground beneath my feet when everything else around me had crumpled, and despite the danger and uncertainty of what lay ahead, I knew it would be again.

For a split second, I pitied Madigan. He only had ambition and ruthlessness holding him up. How great his fall would be from such a tenuous, unreliable perch.

Silently, I slipped my hand into Bones's. At once, he brought it to his lips, brus.h.i.+ng a whisper soft kiss over my knuckles. Another hidden knot inside me eased as the cloud that had been hanging over me from weeks of frustration became pierced by rays of hope. We'd been through so much together. Surely we hadn't come this far to fail now.

Buoyed by the thought, I cheered when Vlad and Leila were formally p.r.o.nounced man and wife-according to human law, anyway-and vowed to make the most of this brief time-out from our troubles. Soon I realized that if the ceremony had been more traditional in nature, the reception had shades of Vlad's over-the-top style. It spilled into the entire third floor of his mansion and had enough food and drink to make even vampires physically sick, and that wasn't counting the wedding cake that stood taller than me in high heels. I didn't even get a chance to say h.e.l.lo to Vlad until almost three hours in, when we brought up the rear of the reception line.

Vlad's long dark hair was slicked back enough to show his widow's peak. The severe style also emphasized his high cheekbones, strong brows, and unusual coppery green eyes. He wasn't cla.s.sically handsome like Bones, but he was striking in a way that couldn't be ignored. His fur-edged scarlet cloak and the richly braided suit beneath it only added to his commanding presence, not to mention he could club someone to death with the ma.s.sive gold pendant hanging around his neck.

"You're going to coin the term 'medieval fabulous' in that outfit," I teased as I leaned in to kiss his cheek. Then I murmured, "I'm so happy for you," against his stubbled skin.

He embraced me, brief but welcoming. "I'm pleased that you came, Cat."

His lips curled downward as he looked over my shoulder, but all he said was "Bones" in a noncommittal tone.

"Tepesh," Bones greeted him in an equally ambiguous voice.

I rolled my eyes. At least they weren't threatening to kill each other. That was progress for their relations.h.i.+p.

Then I turned my attention to Leila, wrapping her in a hug before a zap of electricity reminded me that she gave off voltage due to a power line accident when she was a teenager.

"Congratulations," I told the lovely, raven-haired bride.

She thanked us while looking a little overwhelmed, not that I could blame her. The first time I'd been in a room filled with thousands of supernatural creatures, it had freaked me out, too, and I'd only been half-human at the time. Leila was fully mortal, new Mrs. Dracula or not. If I'd had a stiff drink on me, I would have given it to her at once.

Bones kissed her gloved hand while offering his own congratulations. Before we left them, I slanted a glance at Leila, and mischievously said, "No one thought what you just did could be done, you know. You'll earn the nickname of The Dragon Slayer."

Vlad glowered at me, but Bones laughed. As we walked away, he leaned down until his lips grazed my ear.

"Makes me wish Denise were here," Bones whispered. "She could show Tepesh a dragon that would put his house emblem to shame."

She certainly could if it wouldn't out her as one of the world's only shapes.h.i.+fters. A demon had branded Denise with his essence, which became permanent after his death. Now my best friend had all the powers the demon had had, including near immortality and the ability to shapes.h.i.+ft into anything she chose. She'd picked a dragon to scare off Heinrich Kramer when the ghost had been about to kill Bones. Though I'd seen it with my own eyes, part of me still couldn't believe Denise had transformed into a two-story-tall mythical creature just as easily as if she were changing clothes . . .

I stopped walking so abruptly that only vampire reflexes kept the couple behind us from barreling into our backs.

"What's wrong, Kitten?" Bones asked, drawing me away from the throngs of people.

Excitement made my voice vibrate though I was careful to speak only in a whisper.

"I know how we're going to infiltrate that underground facility in Point Pleasant. They're going to let us in."

Twelve.

We had turbulence on the long flight back to the States. I was fine with it, but Bones, who hated to fly even under good conditions, was in a less-than-charming mood by the time we landed in St. Louis. It was his bad luck that Spade and Denise hadn't been staying at their England estate. That would have been a relatively short trip from Romania.

Of course, his ill temper might be because he hated my plan. Still, as I'd told him more than once on the b.u.mpy fight back, if he had a better idea, I was open to hearing it. His silence on that subject spoke volumes, but I knew Bones. He wasn't done fighting yet.

Then again, neither was I. Besides, while I felt confident of Denise's response, we also had to convince Spade to go along with this. If he wouldn't, Bones had nothing to worry about.

By the time we pulled up to Spade and Denise's house, the sun was setting, though jet lag and traversing several time zones in the past two days had me feeling like it was the crack of dawn. Spade was already waiting at his front door, causing me to wonder which had alerted him to our arrival first: sensing other vampires' presences or hearing our car pull into the driveway.

"Crispin," Spade said, referring to Bones by his real name since, like Ian, he'd known him back when they were all human. "Cat. Welcome."

The words were gracious, but Spade's tone was more cautious than cordial. I gave the tall, black-haired vampire my most winning smile, which earned me an instant scowl.

"Now I know your visit brings trouble, as if your telling me to clear out our staff before you arrived wasn't warning enough."

"You're not wrong, Charles," Bones said, also using Spade's birth name. Then he clapped him on the back. "But you need to hear this nonetheless."

I followed them inside, glad to see a friendlier face coming down the hallway.

"Denise!"

She grinned, giving me a hug when she reached me. I squeezed back, not worried about hurting her with my strength. In many ways, the demonic essence Denise was branded with had made her tougher than I.

When she pulled away, though, her grin had faded. "What's going on? Is your mom okay?"

"She's fine," I said, making a mental note to call her soon. "We're here about something my uncle started a long time ago."

We filled them in on the details while sipping coffee in their living room. Spade's handsome features were set in hard lines by the time we finished.

"He'll cause a war if he succeeds," he stated. Then he gave Bones a measuring look. "The answer is yes, Crispin. I'll fight with you to prevent cross-species contamination from ever happening."

Bones snorted. "I never doubted that, mate, but that's not why we're here."

With that, I cleared my throat. "We can't storm the base where we think Madigan is running his experiments-and holding our friends-until we know who his government backer is. And we can't find that out without getting inside the base, so it's been a Catch-22 until now."

I glanced at Denise before I fixed my attention back on her husband.

"Only Madigan can waltz into that facility and get the information we need without arousing suspicion. Or someone who looks just like him."

I'd always thought Spade's eyes resembled a tiger's. Right now, seeing them fix on me in a way that made every survival instinct scream "Red Alert!" I was sure of it.

"Charles," Bones said.

Though the single word was soft, the crash of power that instantly flooded the room was anything but.

Spade let out a sound; half growl, half hiss. "Don't threaten me, Crispin."

"Then don't glare at my wife that way," was his instant response.

"Hey." Denise stood up, waving her hand to break their staring contest. "Remember me, the person this is about?"

Spade looked her way, his expression softening at once.

"I do, darling, but you can't walk into that facility on your own. It's too dangerous."

"I agree," I said calmly.

That startled Spade into looking at me without his former death stare. "What?"

"I agree," I repeated. "Even if Denise got in, she'd have no idea how to hack into Madigan's computer to get the information we needed. While I'm not as good as the hacker group Anonymous, I know enough to recover what we're looking for. That's why I'd be going with her. Madigan's been after me for years, so his scientists would see me pretending to be his captive and just a.s.sume he'd finally accomplished his objective to imprison me for full experimentation."

And once we were inside the compound, and I discovered who'd been backing Madigan, plus what had happened to Tate, Juan, Cooper, and Dave . . . the real fight would begin.

Spade's gaze flicked to Bones. "You're willing to let her do this?"

A bark of laughter preceded his response. "Willing? No. Resigned, yes, but she's not going in alone, either. I'll be going with them."

"Bones," I said in a sigh, "we talked about this. One hostage vampire, his staff would believe, but two? That's pus.h.i.+ng it."

"Normally, yes," he said in a mild tone. "But anyone who sees me will swear I'm completely harmless."

Of course. Because a six-foot-two, muscled Master vampire known to be a centuries-old bada.s.s was the picture of helplessness.