Cloud City (Anna Strong Chronicles #9)
Page 4I'm sure I must have a deer in headlight expression on my face. Sophie pretends not to notice. When I try to reach Jonathan to find out what the hell is going on, I get nothing.
The bartender joins us. "You folks have a reservation?"
Prendergast nods. "Prendergast. I called this afternoon. For two." A vague look in my direction. "Seems we now have three."
"No problem. Right this way."
I look around. I didn't see any empty tables when I came in, but he leads us to a booth partly hidden behind a screen in the back. It's a big, dark mahogany booth upholstered in burgundy leather and shaped like a horseshoe. I let Sophie slip into the middle and Prendergast and I take the ends, facing each other. He has yet to meet my gaze.
Prendergast looks to the bartender. "Menus?"
"Only serve one thing here. Steak. Any cut, cooked any way you like it except well-done. Cook refuses to burn a good steak. Comes with baked potato, salad, bread. What's your pleasure, folks?"
Sophie orders a filet, medium rare. Jonathan must be delighted. One of the things he likes most about his strange predicament is that he no longer needs blood. He is able to enjoy food again through Sophie.
Who used to be a vegetarian.
I raise an eyebrow at her and she shrugs.
Prendergast orders the same and asks about wine. The bartender recites a list and he chooses a merlot.
Then the bartender looks at me. I raise my glass. "No dinner, thanks. Just beer."
"Thanks, but I'm sure. I had a late lunch."
He ambles off, clucking his tongue and mumbling something about damned vegetarians.
If he only knew.
Sophie looks at Prendergast, I look at Sophie. I send Jonathan a message asking just what did Sophie mean when she said she told the editor all about me? But he's not responding. I don't get even a glimmer of recognition. It's as if Jonathan has been pushed deep into Sophie's subconscious and she's not letting him resurface.
A new trick she's learned?
Sophie finally swivels in my direction. The steel hardness in her eyes makes a shiver of trepidation run up my spine. "Steven knows all about you, Anna," she says.
I lean forward, frowning. "What does he know about me?"
Prendergast's tone is as cold as Sophie's eyes. "I know you're a vampire," he says. "And I know Sophie's story is really your own."
Once again, I'm knocked off balance. I lock onto Sophie's face with a steely gaze of my own. "What are you doing?"
She raises her shoulders. "Getting my life back."
The bartender arrives with the wine and our conversation comes to a halt. I try to reach Jonathan. Once again I'm met with an impenetrable curtain of silence. Sophie has a half-smile on her face, as if she knows exactly what I'm doing.
When the bartender leaves us, I grab Sophie's arm. "Where's Jonathan?"
"Who?" she asks.
My grip tightens and she flinches away. Prendergast reaches for my hand but he quickly finds he can't dislodge my fingers. Vampire shows her face and he shrinks against the seat. Still holding Sophie's arm, I growl at him.
"What did Sophie tell you?"
Prendergast looks at Sophie with wide eyes. "She told me she got the story from you. She knows all about your connection to my family. That you were the vampire that turned my great-grandmother. She admitted the book was all your idea and it was just a crazy coincidence that it landed on my desk."
"And you believe her?"
"Why shouldn't I? She's not a vampire. She couldn't have known so much about my great-grandmother without hearing it from someone who was there."
"What made you so sure Sophie wasn't a vampire?"
He gives me a look that's half astonishment I'd ask such a simple-minded question and half amusement. "We ate lunch together." He waves a hand in my direction. "She ordered more than beer."
I close my eyes for a minute to swallow down the irritation rising like bile because this jerk had to point out something that should have been so obvious to me. Then, "So you followed her to Denver and tried to kill her. What was the point of that?"
"That was rash, I admit." Prendergast sinks down in his chair. "I was angry. I wasn't thinking clearly. I thought if I scared her badly enough, she'd do what she just did. Tell me about you. I've been searching for proof that vampires were real since I was old enough to read the family journals. This book was the proof I needed."
"That the family legend was true. That a vampire ruined my family's life. Stole our fortune. When I saw how Sophie lived, when I researched her background, it all fell into place. She inherited her fortune from an 'uncle' who lived a mysterious life and died even more mysteriously by burning to death. One of the ways a vampire can be killed. When she told me it was your story, I figured you were somehow connected to her uncle. I don't know how but the fact remains the same. One way or the other, you owe me."
"And what do you think now?"
"When I got Sophie's message that she was coming here, that she wanted to make things right, I knew she was ready to tell me the truth. Ready to make things right."
"The truth?" I shoot Sophie a look. She averts her eyes but says nothing. I turn again to Prendergast. "And what do you intend to do with this truth? Besides extort money that doesn't belong to you? Do you intend to make me your next target?" I lean forward, smile at him the way a cougar smiles at a rabbit. "I may not be so easy to kill."
It's clear from the slouch of Prendergast's shoulders that he hadn't thought it through completely. Taking pot shots at a young woman from a safe distance is one thing, facing a vampire is something else.
Sophie has been sitting quietly, not fighting against my restraining hand. I can't fathom why she spun the tale, but I plan to find out. I stand up, dragging Sophie with me.
"She'll have to take a rain check on dinner."
Prendergast opens his mouth to object, but one look into my face-into vampire's face-and he cowers away.
Sophie and I are almost at the door when we pass the bartender on his way to our table, plates in hand. He looks at Sophie in confusion but when he looks at me, confusion is replaced by something else. He backs out of the way and lets us pass without a word.