She lifted her chin defiantly. "Your wound will heal during your death-sleep."
"That's five hours from now, bitch. Bring the bandages now."
She trudged off. Still too much spirit, but he would break her soon.
"You." He glared at the guard. The guy's name was Stanislav, but Jedrek didn't like to call people by their names. It made them think that somehow you liked them. "Give me your shirt."
"Yes, Master." Stanislav unbuttoned his white shirt.
Meanwhile, a form wavered, then solidified by the desk. It was Yuri. He sheathed his sword and avoided looking at Jedrek.
"Where's Stasio?" Jedrek demanded.
"He--he's dead," Yuri whispered.
"Then he should have fought better." Jedrek grabbed the shirt Stanislav offered and wrapped it around the cut on his forearm. The white cotton turned red with blood. "Who killed him? Was it one of those damned Scotsmen?"
"No," Yuri replied. "It was the black vampire."
"Black?" Stanislav asked. "I wonder..."
"Out with it," Jedrek growled.
"There was a black guy in our coven for a while," Stanislav explained. "Phineas McKinney. Alek transformed him because he was a drug dealer, and Katya needed his help to make Nightshade."
Unfortunately, the now-deceased Katya had used up all the Nightshade in her failed attempt to deliver Angus MacKay to Casimir. Jedrek had hoped to find some of the drug here in the office, but no such luck. "Where is this Phineas? If I'd had some Nightshade tonight, I could have paralyzed Ian MacPhie and brought him back."
"I haven't seen Phineas in over a year." Stanislav tilted his head, concentrating. "Last time I saw him, he was here in the office. Said he was looking for Katya, but she and Galina had already gone to the Ukraine."
Jedrek narrowed his eyes. He'd debugged this office when Katya was master, then again when he'd become coven master. Someone in the coven had been playing both sides. "Look through the photos on my desk. There's a picture of a black Vamp who works for MacKay."
Stanislav shuffled through the photos, then stopped. "This is him. Phineas McKinney."
Jedrek gritted his teeth. "And when Phineas was here in the office, did you tell him where Katya was?"
Stanislav opened his mouth to answer, then snapped it shut when realization struck. He gulped audibly.
"What did I say about incompetence?" Jedrek growled.
Yuri drew his sword and awaited the order.
Stanislav stepped back, his face pale. "I thought he was on our side. He helped us make the Nightshade."
Jedrek inhaled deeply. Fear radiated from Stanislav like the sweetest of perfumes. "You will have one chance to redeem yourself. You will kill Phineas McKinney."
"Of course." Stanislav nodded enthusiastically. "It'll be my pleasure."
Yuri sheathed his sword with a disappointed look.
"First you will find me a snack," Jedrek told Stanislav. "This wound has left me famished."
"Yes, Master. Right away." Stanislav left just as Nadia arrived, her hands filled with bandages and tape. She approached him with a wary look.
"You took too long." Jedrek perched on the edge of his desk and lifted his wounded arm. "Wrap it up tight."
"Yes, Master." She began rolling the gauze around his forearm.
He noted the bruises on her arms where he'd dug his fingers into her earlier. "I enjoy hurting you." Her hands shook as she bandaged his arm. Good, she was showing the proper amount of fear. He loved instilling fear in others. It gave him power over them. People bowed in fear before gods.
"What about the drug?" Yuri asked. "And Ian MacPhie?"
"I need to heal first." Jedrek flexed his hand. "Tomorrow we will strike again. We'll get our answers. And Vamps will die."
Chapter Fourteen
A dinging sound nudged Toni from her sleep. Where was she? Oh right, the silver room at Romatech Industries.
A flash of light drew her attention, and she stiffened when she realized she wasn't alone in the dark room. Then she recognized the red and green plaid kilt. The broad shoulders and black ponytail that curled on the end.
The red exit light above the door cast a dim, red glow across the room. Ian removed a bottle of blood from the microwave. That must have been the source of the dinging sound. She glanced at the bedside clock. Time to get up for work. She sat up, and the rustle of sheets caused Ian to turn toward her.
"Och, I dinna mean to wake you."
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"It's okay. It's time for me to get up." "Ye can sleep late if ye like." She immediately collapsed onto the bed. "Oh God, yes." He chuckled. "Everyone is staying here for their death-sleep. There are a few bedrooms here in the
cellar, all with surveillance cameras. Howard's in the MacKay office, watching over us." Toni glanced up at the camera in the corner. The red light indicated it was turned on. "There's a second office for day security," Ian continued. "They watch over the mortal employees
and guard the building. I hear it's verra busy upstairs during the day. Lots of mortals making synthetic blood, bottling it, and shipping it to hospitals and blood banks."
"You're not worried one of the mortal employees will stumble onto a Vamp in his death-sleep?" "The mortals are no' allowed in the basement. Ye need a special key card to make the elevator come here or access the stairway. I left one on the table for you here."
"Did I miss anything while I was sleeping?" He shrugged on shoulder. "The townhouse was invaded." "What?" She sat up. "The Malcontents were there?" "Aye. Phineas killed one. He was verra proud of himself. Jedrek tried to teleport away with me,
but I slashed his arm to get free." "Good grief," Toni whispered. This was awful. "Are you okay?" "Aye." Ian finished his bottle and rinsed it out in the kitchen sink. "We expect they'll try
something tonight, so ye should get more rest while ye can." "Okay. I'll just go to the bathroom first." She padded to the bathroom. Once she was done, she
shut the door behind her and let her eyes adjust to the red-tinted darkness. Ian was no longer in the kitchen. She moved toward the bed and halted. There he was, on the far side, lying on top of the covers,
wearing his kilt, a white T-shirt, and his knee socks.
"What are you doing?" She glanced around the room. There was only one bed. Maybe if she pushed the easy chairs together, she could manage-- "I willna molest you, lass. Verra soon, I'll no' be able to move." He clasped his hands together
over his stomach and studied the ceiling. "Though I hope ye willna have yer way with me while I'm unable to defend myself."
She snorted. "Right. Because there's something so irresistible about a corpse." His mouth curled into a half smile as he looked at her. "If it bothers you to sleep next to me, I can lie on the floor. Once I'm dead, I'll hardly know the difference."
"I've dated a few guys with the same level of sensitivity," she muttered while she debated whether to climb back into bed. He yawned and closed his eyes. "I'll be gone soon."
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She sat on the edge of the bed. "Does it hurt?"
"To know there's a beautiful woman lying next to me, and I'll no' be able to touch her?" His eyes opened and glimmered with humor. "It's a living torture. But no' for long."
She scoffed. "I meant does it hurt every morning when you die?"
He lay there, his gaze roaming over her slowly, lingering here and there as if he were memorizing every tiny detail. Her skin tingled, responding to his gaze. Just when she thought he wouldn't answer, he spoke softly.
"It's like slipping into a black hole, so black and deep there is no light, no feelings, no thoughts." He blinked slowly, the twinkle in his eyes fading. "I wish I could dream."
"What would a vampire dream about? Big vats of blood? A shiny, new coffin with leather upholstery?"
"Nay. I would have a lovely dream." A hint of a smile played on his lips as his eyes drifted shut. "About you." His face went lax.
Me? Toni's heart raced. He would dream of her? She leaned close to study him. "Are you dead yet?"
He didn't answer. He just lay there, the most gorgeous man she'd ever known. Her gaze settled on the dimple in his chin. She'd wanted to touch it the other day. She'd reached for it, but had lost her nerve.
She would have the nerve now. But not the opportunity. She glanced up at the surveillance camera. It wouldn't do for Howard to see her touching Ian's face.
She slipped under the covers and lay on her back beside him. God help her, she wanted to snuggle up to a dead body. This was wrong on so many levels.
She rolled over, putting her back to him. So wrong. And yet, it was starting to feel so right.
Thank God there was a different receptionist working at Shady Oaks Sunday evening. Toni had worried about Doris being there and recognizing her from her sex addict routine. She tried to look a little different by wearing her glasses instead of contacts and pulling a knit cap down low to cover her blonde hair.
Carlos had picked her up at Romatech. The sun had still been up, and all the Vamps still dead. Howard had assured her everything was under control, so she was free to go. Still, she felt that uneasy sensation of being pulled in two different directions. Ian had thought the Malcontents would attack again. She hated not being there to help.
"We're here to see Sabrina Vanderwerth," she told the receptionist.
"You'll need to sign in and fill out this form."
While Carlos signed them in, Toni quickly filled out the form, including Sabrina's name and ID number.
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The receptionist checked the form against her records, the same records Toni had snuck a peek at the night before. "I'll need your IDs." She examined their driver's licenses, then filled out name tags for them.
"I'll hold your licenses here until you return and sign out." She handed them the clip-on name tags. "Wear these at all times. You cannot bring any personal items or food or drinks into the wards. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Toni was directed toward the guard, who went through her handbag, then patted her and Carlos down.
He unlocked the door. "Follow the sidewalk across the courtyard, then turn right to Ward Three."
As they crossed the courtyard, Toni looked around. Inside each building, another guard was posted. She shivered. The place was like a prison.
Carlos opened the door to Ward Three and followed her into a small foyer. The guard checked their name tags and took their request form, which he placed in a sliding metal box. It slid into a nurses' station, all enclosed in glass.
"Put your coats and personal items in these bins." The guard motioned to some plastic bins on a table.
While they filled the bins, a brawny male nurse entered the nursing station and examined their request form. "Come to the door," he spoke through an intercom.
There was a buzzing sound, then the metal door opened.
The male nurse motioned for them to enter. Toni noted his name tag said Bradley. And the hall smelled of disinfectant and despair.
"Are there visitors for me?" a young man asked as he shuffled toward them in corduroy house shoes. His Spider-Man pajamas were crumpled, and the red color had faded to pink.
"They're not here for you, Teddy," Bradley growled. "Go back to the men's room."
"Okay." Teddy ran a hand through his dark hair that had a streak dyed white down the middle, making him resemble a skunk. He shuffled back down the hall.
"This way." Bradley led them to the right. "Sabrina will be in the women's rec room. We keep the men and women separated except at mealtime. It's better that way since we get the occasional sex addict."
Toni winced.
"Here you are." Bradley motioned to an open area, then strode back down the hallway.
A female nurse sat behind a counter, watching everyone. In the middle of the plain white room, there were two tables, surrounded by orange plastic chairs. More plastic chairs lined the three walls. A television, mounted high in a corner, played an animated movie with the volume turned down low. The air was stuffy and warm. Stifling.
Two middle-aged women sat along the wall, across from the television, staring dumbly at it. One's hand kept twitching, and the other one's mouth drooped open. Their eyes looked dead. Toni's heart squeezed in her chest.
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In the corner, a young female patient sat beside a male visitor, her husband perhaps? They were
both quiet, as if they no longer knew what to say to each other. Toni's heart was already breaking when she spotted Sabrina. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a blue T-shirt. Her hair, usually a bouncy and shiny blonde, was dull and frizzy. She sat at a table, swinging her feet back and forth as she studied a magazine. Her sneakers flopped loosely on her feet. The shoelaces had been removed.
As Toni moved closer, she realized it wasn't a magazine Sabrina was looking at, but a coloring book. She flipped through the pages, then stopped at a page that hadn't been colored yet. She removed a broken pink crayon from a plastic bin and started to color.
This was the ace student at NYU who had made the dean's list for the past six semesters? Toni squeezed her eyes shut. I will not cry in front of her. I'll be strong. "I could kill her uncle," Carlos whispered.
Toni took a deep breath and pasted a smile on her face. "Hi, Sabrina!" Bri turned toward them, her face blank, then she blinked. "Toni! Carlos!" She stood. "You came to see me."
