Clean Sweep (Innkeeper Chronicles #1)
Page 16"Nice," Sean said.
"The bathroom is on your right." I nodded.
He walked through into the bathroom, which was almost as large as the bedroom, looked at the garden tub, the shower, and stopped by the small windows.
"That's a huge bathroom," he said.
Bathrooms were my pet peeve. "At least it's clean."
He turned. His eyes narrowed. "We're on the southeast side of the house. I can see the road."
"Yes."
"I've spent a lot of time studying your house from the outside."
"Aha." Where was he heading?
"I know for a fact that there are three arched windows side by side with a small balcony in the place where this bathroom is." Sean pointed to two small, rectangular windows situated one under the other to flood the tub with light.
"If you would like a large arched window so people can view you in all your naked glory while you bathe, that can be arranged."
"Dina," he growled.
"People say that physics has laws," I told him, walking to the bedroom door. "I prefer to view them as a set of flexible guidelines."
Sean followed me out. A flat screen TV slowly materialized on the wall across from the bed. The ceiling spat out a remote and Sean caught it reflexively.
"Thank you for staying, Sean," I told him. "I'm glad you're here. You know where the kitchen is, so if you get hungry in the middle of the night, you're welcome to the food. Please let me know if there is anything else you need."
He opened his mouth, closed it as if he'd changed his mind, and said, "Sure."
I stepped out and closed the door. I needed to take a good long shower and wash all the smoke out of my hair.
Two hours later I was in bed, catching up on my reading and trying to ignore the fact that Sean was three rooms away, when Beast barked. A few seconds later I heard a car roll up and stop by the inn. I checked the window. Two Hummers parked on our street. The doors opened and the vehicles disgorged large men in trench coats.
Hmm. And who might you be?
The last man out leaned into the vehicle and took out something long wrapped in cloth. With my luck, it would be a missile launcher. Prepare to be exploded in three, two, one...
The man straightened, his coat shifting. Long dark hair spilled out.
The man handed his burden over to another, pulled a couple more out, and closed the car door. As if obeying some invisible signal, the men stopped and bowed their heads, their hands together, arms bent at the elbow, as if holding their hands in prayer. I squinted. Fingers of their hands together, palms apart, thumbs and pinkies touching and held horizontally. The Holy Pyramid. Got you.
I grabbed my bra and pulled my keeper robe out of the closet. They would want to talk and they were sticklers for formality, and I didn't have time to actually get dressed.
Ten seconds later I went down the hall, dressed in a long gray robe with a cowl, broom in hand. Sean was already out of his room and dressed.
"Who are they?"
"The Holy Cosmic Anocracy. I don't know which House."
"That doesn't tell me anything. And why are you dressed like a monk?"
"I need to get you a primer to read." I went down the stairs. "If we're lucky, it's just men-at-arms. If they have a knight with them, things could get complicated."
"How complicated?" Sean asked.
"Very."
The magic pinged, letting me know someone stood at the edge of my territory. They didn't cross onto the grounds. They just let me know they were there. A good sign.
I reached the door.
"Dina," Sean said. "I need to know what we're dealing with."
"Vampires," I told him. "Please let me do the talking."
Chapter Eight
I stepped outside and walked along the curving path toward the edge of the lawn, where six vampires waited. Sean followed me. The men-at-arms watched us. All above six feet tall, all with identical square bulges under their trench coats, which made them look like football players with their pads on. Syn-armor. They weren't playing around.
No banners. Odd. Usually they had a banner.
"Protocol ARMED," I murmured. "Maximum threat level."
Behind me things slid as the house prepared for battle.
It'd been a long time since I'd dealt with the Holy Cosmic Anocracy and back then I always had my parents to back me up. Now my backup was an unpredictable werewolf who was prone to making snap judgments and acting on them with maximum force.
The largest vampire stood in front of the others. He was big with broad shoulders, a great wealth of brown and gray hair cascading down his back. A short beard traced his square jaw. Human males tended to bulk up with age. For vampires that process was even more pronounced: they grew more muscular and grizzled. The one looking at me now had to be close to sixty. And because he stood with his back to the streetlight, I couldn't see him clearly.
I sent a pulse of magic into the broom. The top of the handle glowed a gentle blue. The vampire's eyes caught the light and reflected it back, glowing pale red like the irises of a tiger. The blue light of the broom played on his syn-armor, molded to the lines of his powerful chest. I covertly looked for the glyphs glowing with dark red. His rank translated roughly to Knight Sergeant. Bad news.
Another vampire stepped forward and snapped a tube up, holding it horizontally in his hand at about eye level. A dark red cloth unfurled, almost touching the grass. Ah. Here was the banner.
A predator's head with large fangs and vicious eyes was embroidered in gold on the red fabric. It looked like a cross between a bear and a sabertooth.
"House of Krahr!" the vampire with the banner barked quietly.
"Krahr," the other four vampires exhaled and glared at me.
Usually they roared their house name at the top of their lungs, trying to intimidate... Oh. They were trying to be inconspicuous. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I'd never had an attempt at intimidation whispered at me before.
"Gertrude Hunt greets the House of Krahr and offers her hospitality to its brave warriors," I said. Protocol was important. It kept everyone civil and limited the disembowelment to a bare minimum.
"House of Krahr greets the innkeeper," the older vampire said. "We wish you no ill will."
"Would you like to come in?" I asked.
"We must regretfully decline," the older vampire said. "I'm Lord Soren, son of Rok, son of Gartena, Baron of Nur Castle."
"Dina Demille, daughter of Gerard and Helen. My lord, why are you wearing trench coats?"
"We must blend in," he said. "This is a covert operation."
Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh... "It's very hot," I said. "Trench coats are a cold-weather garment."
Sean cleared his throat. "Half a dozen big guys in ill-fitting trench coats pouring out of black Hummers into the Texas heat? Are you sure you meant covert and not showy?"
Lord Soren's bushy eyebrows came together. "Is there a warm-weather alternative?"
"Rain ponchos," Sean said. "If it's raining. Otherwise, oversize football jerseys and helmets are your best bet."
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to come in?" I asked.
"No. I'll come straight to the point: we've come for one of your guests."
It's like this then, huh. "My lord, if the House of Krahr feels entitled to threaten the safety of my guests, I'm afraid you simply haven't brought enough manpower."
The vampires snapped up guns, swords, and axes. A quiet buzz announced blood blades being primed. When activated, a blood blade could chop down a wooden telephone pole. I'd seen it happen.
I plunged the broom into the lawn. Blast shutters clanged into place, guns swung into view, and magic churned around me, stirring my robe. Next to me Sean tensed, his eyes predatory, his face hard.
"Wait." Lord Soren raised his arms. "Will you walk with me?"
We strolled along the boundary, he on his side and I on mine.
"We seek the dahaka," he said.
"Why?"
"It's a private House matter. A matter of honor. We owe him a blood debt and we always settle our accounts."
The dahaka had killed someone. Someone important. "Is this a mission of revenge?"
"It is a private matter," Lord Soren repeated. "He is a monstrous creature. Produce him and this is over."
"I can't do that." Come on, tell me why you want him.
"I do not wish to resort to violence."
"Lord Soren, you come from a predatory species whose members bring down their victims by biting through their necks. At any given time there are at least five ongoing military conflicts between the Houses of the Holy Anocracy. You come to me wearing syn-armor and I've heard you prime your axe. I would argue that you don't have to consciously resort to violence. It's your default response."
Lord Soren stopped and stared at me. "I have five men-at-arms. All seasoned veterans."
"I have my broom, the inn, and the alpha-strain werewolf."
Lord Soren glanced at Sean, who blocked the five vampires, his arms crossed over his chest. "Really?"
"Yes."
Lord Soren's face turned thoughtful. Sean had made a bigger impression than my broom or my house. Obviously they knew more about alpha-strain werewolves than I did.
"If we start something, it will be loud and bloody. We wish to avoid detection, but this isn't our planet. We will crush you and leave."
"You will try."
"Even if you succeed in defending yourself, you will be left to deal with consequences."
He was right. It would be very messy.
"Earth is a neutral ground," I told him. "If you attack me without provocation, the Assembly will revoke your House's access to our services. I'm sure House Krahr is a powerful House with enemies who would take full advantage of your travel delays."