Part 21 (1/2)
”Yes,” I answered without thinking.
”Good. I can guard you at a restaurant just as easily as I can at your house. When will you be up?”
Keys found, I looked up. ”That's cheating,” I protested.
”Unless you wanted to cook for me. I don't mind eating in,” he pressed with half a shrug. ”It's the fights you know. Have to keep up my strength. I'll even take a shower.”
”Wow. A shower. That's it. I'm in,” I said, deadpan. He waited, grinning. I realized I wouldn't win if I didn't muster up more energy to fight-and I might just not mind losing, anyhow. ”If I say I'll see you at seven, can I finally go home?”
”Sure thing.”
”I'll see you at seven then, Lucas. Good-bye.” I waited until he got into his car before I got into my own.
Lucas's truck followed me all the way home, and he didn't get out of it, good to his word. Any more people hanging out in my apartment, and I'd have to start charging rent.
Minnie greeted me at the door, and Gideon was still communing electronically with my wall. ”You'd better not be stealing cable,” I told him and went into the back.
A shower washed the last of the potentially imaginary vaporized puke smell out of my hair, I ate the very end of Christmas's leftover mashed potatoes, and I crawled into bed at a quarter to nine.
I think I slept like the dead. Not as dead as Veronica, but close. I woke at six P.M. to a dark house, and a snuggling happy cat. Out the window I saw a dark sky and falling snow.
One hour to kill before dinner. I wondered how tonight would go. Company I could talk to, that wasn't plugged into my wall or resting inside of my closet, might be nice, even if it was under duress.
It was in the silent dark when I was home alone, dealing with all my problems by myself, that I could admit that I missed Ti. He was the last man I'd dated. Zombie, really ... but he'd felt like a man. Like a grown-up. Someone I could count on and rely on, up until when he'd left me. He had reasons for going, and they'd sounded valid, but I couldn't rationalize away feeling left behind, especially when there was no guarantee he'd be coming back. There'd been a brief, so brief, window when I thought I wouldn't have to be alone again, and that made my current loneliness sharp, nestled against my breast like a viper.
I decided not to feel bad about going out on my not-a-date tonight. Instead of tricky potential feelings with Asher, Lucas would be a better, less entangled, way to feel in control. He was handsome, and hey, it wouldn't be the first time I'd gone out with a dog.
”What do you think about that, Minnie?” I asked, and reached over to knuckle her head.
My phone rang, and UNKNOWN NUMBER lit up its screen. A part of me got excited, and then another part of me squashed that part back into the box with the tight lid where it belonged.
”h.e.l.lo?”
”Edie Spence?”
It wasn't a voice I knew. Unknown really meant unknown. ”Yes,” I answered, swallowing down a small knot of disappointment in my throat, trying to pretend it'd never been there anyhow.
”Are you alone right now?”
”Is this a prank?”
”It's Viktor. Don't hang up.” I waited on the other end of the line. ”You have to listen to me-I'm not the one trying to kill you, I'm being set up. They just need an excuse to kill me, the same way they killed my father. Anything a member of the Deepest Snow pack has to tell you is a lie.”
I sat quietly in bed. ”How do you expect me to believe you?”
”How can I prove it?” Viktor gave a rueful laugh. ”If I could, don't you think I would? But they've set me up-and there's orders now to slaughter me on sight. I don't have time or opportunity to come up with proof. I only know how they are, how they've been in the past. They murdered my father, and killed half my father's pack. They'll kill you too.”
”Why would they need to kill me to get to you?”
”Either you're a convenient excuse to do away with me-or you have something they want.”
”They're weres. We don't run in the same circles.”
”Then whose circles do you run in?”
I pulled my phone away and frowned at it. Employed by vampires, indeed. ”I thought vampires hated weres, and vice versa.”
”Oh, we do. But seven years ago a vampire from House Grey met with my father, and after that he met Winter to talk about a truce. That truce was the last time he was seen alive. Winter killed him, and his own son too, to hide whatever my father learned. They said he'd killed Fenris and then fused our packs-they stole my birthright from me!”
I blinked, trying to understand-wondering if I should even try, since Viktor sounded increasingly wild as he went on.
”Why the h.e.l.l were you downtown yesterday?”
”I was following Jorgen. I'd like to slit his throat.”
And he was supposed to be the good guy? Only in his own mind. ”Viktor-” I said, and started pulling the phone away from my ear.
”Don't hang up on me! You're lucky! No one warned my father. He didn't know how ruthless they could be.” Viktor snarled on the far end of the line, an animal sound. ”There'll come a time, soon, when Deepest Snow will rue the day, I promise you. Next time you see one of them, tell them that.”
He hung up on me, and my phone showed me the time. It was six fifteen, and I still had to get ready for a date.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR.
The first thing I did was text Sike. ”Heard of House Grey?” I waited while brus.h.i.+ng my teeth and then gave up on a response.
Lucas knocked on my door precisely at seven P.M. I opened my door and sidled out so he couldn't see behind me.
”See? I showered.” He looked like he'd tried far harder than I had, wearing a white dress s.h.i.+rt, black suit jacket, and skinny tie. Compared with him I was significantly underdressed. I had on jeans and a baggy sweater that hid my silver belt buckle underneath.
I looked him up and down. ”Did I miss where you invited me to prom? Or were you going to tell me about the Book of Mormon?”
He winced, picking at a sleeve. ”I haven't had much time to shop for new clothing since I got here, what with the fighting, the leading my new pack, the dealing with my family, and the guarding you. To be fair, someone else guarded you today while I slept, showered, and found this at the bottom of my suitcase. I think the last time I wore this was at a funeral. Which I realize is morbid, now that I've said it out loud.” He took a step back, making room for me to walk forward. ”Where are we going to eat?”
I would have punted the decision back to him, but he was new to town, and for someone who was allegedly full of lies and possibly wanted to kill me, he appeared really uncomfortable in his old suit. I took pity on him. ”There's a burger place up a few exits, not too far. If you're not afraid of getting ketchup on your s.h.i.+rt, that is.”
”Sounds fine to me.”
I waited till we were buckled in and on the road to ask questions. ”So tell me about Viktor.”
Lucas shook his head. ”We haven't caught him yet. We're still looking.”
”Every s.h.i.+p but your four fastest,” I murmured to myself. Not that I was sure I wanted Viktor to get caught. ”What's his history?”
”His father's pack and my uncle's pack were in a territory war. Not as humans, but as wolves-every moon, vicious, vicious fights. They threatened to spill over into human time, and neither one of them would back down. My uncle Winter and Fenris Sr. called a truce, and Viktor's father went along with them into a room. Only Winter came out.”