Dark Queen
Page 10“She said ass,” the pasty-skinned kid said to Alex. “I thought Jane didn’t cuss.”
“Ass isn’t cussing, Bodat. Sit down,” Alex said, yanking his friend from behind the couch where he had been half-hiding.
A few seconds too many passed before Ayatas dropped his hand and relaxed.
“Any reason why you didn’t tell George Dumas that you’re my brother?” I asked Ayatas.
“I had planned that private, intimate moment with you,” he said, sounding grumpy. It was a tone I had heard from my mouth often enough that it rang with familiarity. “None of my plans or actions have gone well since I got to New Orleans.”
“You got into my home without getting killed first. Told me a lovely story about your past and mine with just enough details to not get you shot. Yet. And you got a meeting with Leo out of the deal. What’s gone wrong?”
There must have been something sensible in my tone because both Eli and Bruiser slid gazes to me and to each other. Ayatas’s expression shifted into wary-neutral. Progress.
“You’re wily as elaqua,” I said, “but without the rattles to tell me you’re about to strike. I find nothing to like about you.” I saw the skin beside Eli’s eye relax, not something anyone else would have noticed. He was relieved that I hadn’t been blinded, by hope and desire for a past, to the man’s serious flaws. Ayatas, on the other hand, gave away nothing I could interpret. His black brows drew down slightly. That was it. Coulda meant anything.
I continued, “Except for your height, hair, and nose, we have nothing in common.” And his fingers. His jaw. His attitude. All familiar. Not saying that. “Too much planning here, things that look like coincidence but aren’t.” I decided to jab and see how he took it. “I’m not sure if you have any honor at all.” Ayatas’s back stiffened just the tiniest bit and some small sadistic part of me found pleasure in the insult I had delivered and his reaction.
I laughed. He could hit below the belt too. Maybe it was a family trait. “I thought you had done your research. As a favor to Soul, I’ll introduce you to Leo. You’re on your own after that.”
I glanced at the long doors on the side wall. It was dusk. But my primo’s shelving unit was still shut. On purpose. Punishment for making him try to roll Ayatas. I deserved it. I was scum.
In for a penny, in for a pounding.
To Bruiser and Eli, I said, “Cuff him and throw him in the back of the SUV.”
CHAPTER 3
My Life Was a Soap Opera with Fangs and Fur
Ayatas didn’t resist, and when he was deposited on the parking area of the drive at vamp central, with his cell, his badge, and his weapon, he managed to still look like a fashion plate. He was wearing a suit, black, but with shimmering midnight blue tints when the light hit the fabric just right. His shirt matched the blue tints and his tie was a glistening black that perfectly matched his long black hair. Leo would get one whiff of him and want the man in his bed.
As Eli removed the agent’s cuffs, Bruiser leaned to me and murmured, “You are wearing the blade I gave you, love. You look beautiful and deadly.”
“You look amazing too,” I said. “Can we just skip all this and go to your place?”
Bruiser chuckled and encircled my waist, pulling me closer. He had to feel the other weapons against his body, but he said nothing about them. We had come a long way since the time he kissed me on a limo floor and found a weapon strapped to my thigh. “Be safe, my love,” he said. “Be wise.”
“Ditto to you.” I stood straight as he kissed me on the temple and I stepped out of his embrace to climb the steps after Eli and our prisoner guest. As Enforcer, I had a defined place among my people, but no way was I letting Ayatas FireWind behind me. We went through the front door, between the metal detectors, and directly into the bullet-resistant glass cage. The others started to remove weapons as part of the security measures, but I leaned into the mic on the wall and said, “Operation Wise Guy, by orders of the Enforcer.”
Wrassler appeared at the front of the inner doors as they whooshed open, blowing in the scent of vamps and sex and something tasty like roast venison. Derek Lee stepped out from the area near the elevator. Both men wore charcoal suits and dove gray shirts with slightly darker dove-ish ties. The grays were Clan Pellissier colors, the livery of the clan for hundreds of years. It was disconcerting to see them in the clothing, though the special-order, thin, cut-resistant Kevlar-Dyneema-based body armor vests they wore beneath their clothes made me happy. I glanced around to see all the security types in similar suits and shirts, armored vests peeking out beneath. Derek stopped several feet back and waited, hands at his sides, less than inches from his weapons.
“Enforcer,” Wrassler said.
I glanced at Ayatas and caught him sniffing the air, nostrils widening and contracting. Yeah. HQ was a full olfactory onslaught. I led the way out into the foyer. “Senior Special Agent Ayatas FireWind, of PsyLED, to see the Master of the City of New Orleans and the Greater Southeast United States. We have been scheduled in for tea, though we’re early. We can wait in the green room.” The green room was a decorative little sitting room with couches and a kitchenette with snacks, colas, coffee, and a variety of teas. It was also a room that could be secured from outside.
“His weapon?” Derek asked.
“Empty of ammo,” Eli said. Ayatas gave a micro flinch and I smiled. The skilled PsyLED agent hadn’t noticed the weight difference. He might look all smooth and calm and sophisticated, but his emotions had overwhelmed his instincts and training. It might be silly, but that made me like him a little.
At my side, Bruiser shifted slightly, not happy with current events, especially the word instructional. Wrassler was a seriously big guy, his nickname derived from the World Wrestling Federation, for which he could have auditioned and become a star if he hadn’t sworn loyalty to Leo. But, instructional? I thought. Instructional for whom? Inside me Beast chuffed. I was not going to ruin these clothes just to put on a show for Leo’s guests. A sparring match would ruin my outfit. I liked these clothes. They were girly enough to be . . . well, not guy clothes. And they hid the weapons. I glared at Wrassler. He looked back at me with complete equanimity, even as he passed out the mini-earbuds and mics that would tie us to the comms system. Ayatas didn’t get one.
When I didn’t answer, Bruiser answered for all of us, saying, “The Enforcer, her second, the Onorio, and Special Agent FireWind would be happy to observe the activities in the gym.”
“I’ll sit it out,” Eli said. He tilted his head to the new security room off the entrance.
Derek met my eyes, his questioning, asking if my guest was a danger to Leo. I shrugged slightly. Derek was Leo’s part-time Enforcer and my immediate subordinate. We both knew my position was short term. Finish with the Sangre Duello and I was done with the vamps, but Derek wanted long-term employment and the blood Leo was feeding his mom to keep her alive. Even part-time Enforcer was way above acting as guide and bodyguard. Yet, he said, “If you’ll follow me?” He touched his earbud and led the way to the elevator. I put on my mini-headset and followed at the back of the pack, ignoring the inscrutable look Ayatas sent my way. Tribal people did inscrutable well. I wanted to stick my tongue out at him, but I sent him a matching look instead.
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