Stannett nodded. The women on either side of him tensed almost at the same time, then relaxed one by one. How many times Greaves had wished that he had Seer ability. Given his level of ambition, he’d always felt it a cruel trick of fate that he’d been denied the gift. Ah, well.
No more than a minute later, Stannett opened his eyes and smiled. “I found Grace alone and unprotected in Diallo’s Seattle courtyard garden. You were speaking very tenderly to her with all the gifts in your power. You were offering her things.”
“What kind of things?”
“Nothing that couldn’t be withdrawn should necessity dictate, things like world peace. She was falling beneath your spell, despite the fact that she is already breh-bonded to Leto, a sign of your power, no doubt. For that reason, I pulled back, getting a larger bird’s-eye view until I could see into the lane near the house.
“The vision expanded, and I could see Leto battling more of your Third Earth death vampires in that location.”
“Good.” Greaves actually smiled. “Was Casimir visible?”
“Unfortunately, that’s when the vision ended.”
“And when does all this take place?”
“Sometime this evening, though I couldn’t ascertain the hour. But it’s not yet dawn in the region. In fact, it didn’t even feel close to midnight.” He frowned slightly.
“What is it?”
“It would follow that you have already been planning this kind of tactic, but what do you intend to do with her?”
“It’s simple. I want to disrupt her thinking and have her return with me to Geneva.”
“Where you will have more Third Earth death vampires waiting?”
Greaves smiled. “Of course.”
He then issued orders to continue searching the future streams for signs of the colonies or of anything having to do with obsidian flame.
Hopeful once more, he dematerialized to his Estrella compound, where he chose from among his most powerful Third Earth death vampires. He suspected Casimir would intervene again, but it didn’t matter. Greaves just needed to distract Leto for the few minutes he would require to take control of Grace’s mind.
* * *
Casimir waited near Leto, still invisible. The forest had grown quiet. He glanced up at the night sky, barely visible beyond the layer of mist that Endelle had built to cover the colony.
He sighed. He understood why he’d been given this job: He understood Greaves’s mind better than anyone. Greaves didn’t have a conscience, and until recently, Casimir hadn’t had one, either. So how could Leto, with his hypersensitivity to right and wrong, ever truly know how devious Greaves could be?
His instincts were humming a warning tune. He made himself visible to Leto, which caused the warrior to take a step back. “What the f**k? Why didn’t I see a shimmering?”
“I’ve been here since you folded down to the colony. I can go invisible, or did you not know that?”
He scratched his chin with the edge of his thumb. “I keep forgetting that you’re even around. So what’s going on?”
“I have an uneasy feeling that Greaves is about to shake things up again.”
Leto looked up at the dome of mist and frowned. “Even with such a strong cloak over the colony?”
“Yeah, even with all this.”
Leto looked up at the house. “Gideon cleaned up the death vamps in and around the house. Grace is there now, in the courtyard. I’d say there are three squads of Militia Warriors in there now.”
“She should be all right then.”
Another squad of warriors reported to Leto, and he directed them into the south pastures. “Make sure there isn’t a wounded death vampire hiding in any of the haystacks, barns, or fields.”
The men took off. Leto planted his hands on his h*ps and looked up and down the lane. Casimir followed his gaze. What did the warrior see? What was he looking for? Was this who Patience was? Always looking for the enemy, trying to get one step ahead.
He wished to hell she’d come back to the observation deck. For maybe the first time in his life, despite how desperately attracted to her he was, he just wanted to talk to a woman.
* * *
With the hidden colonies secured and a new layer of powerful mist over the land, Grace returned to Diallo’s house to wait for Leto to finish his duties. She felt a strong need to be near her breh as much as possible right now.
The corpses were long gone, and all the colonists had been accounted for—either those few in the morgue or the rest at the Portland Colony.
She reclined in one of the chaise longues in the lush courtyard. The temperature in the garden was very comfortable, and because of the thick shrubs, flowers, and trees, a wonderful humidity eased the dryness of the mountain environment.
Leto was in the lane below Diallo’s house finishing up with the Militia Warrior Section Leaders and going over the numbers one last time. At least a dozen squads were still doing a house-to-house search just to be sure.
She had long since started blocking Leto’s external physical sensations. She had learned from chatting with both Fiona and Marguerite that blocking those sensations became a critical survival skill for the breh-bonded couples. It was a very doable skill, and she was learning fast.
Even though the colony had been secured, Grace had begun to feel uneasy, but she didn’t know why. She half expected her obsidian power to rise, but the earth remained quiet beneath her.
A chill went down her neck, and she rubbed her arms. She looked around. Something had disturbed her, but what? All the shrubbery remained still, unmoving. She had the jitters, but then why wouldn’t she after all that she’d been through?
She looked up at the dome of mist that once more covered the colony. Endelle had created it as a temporary solution until Diallo could recover and repair the damage. She had even worked to add her own moss to help with the disguise. But if the colony had been mapped, and if Greaves had enough power to burn the mossy mist away, then in what manner could the colony ever be secure again?
She wrapped her arms around her stomach and held herself. She wanted to crawl into bed and forget everything at least for a little while, but which bed? Where? She couldn’t go back to the cabin, Leto’s wonderful cabin, not for some time at least. On the other hand, if either she or Leto could cloak the cabin in an additional layer of mist, the combination might just work.
She thought the thought and instantly, because of the breh-hedden, she was in Leto’s mind. I’d like to sleep in your cabin tonight, she sent.