Even Vampires Get the Blues(22)

I bit back the urge to argue, and kept focused. As soon as I saw what there was the castle wanted me to see, I let my mind wander around it.

"What are you doing now?" Paen asked quietly some ten minutes later.

"I've just checked the top two floors, and am now in the basement. So far there's nothing to see, although I did find two hidden rooms."

"One off the dining room?" he asked.

"Yes. And one in the basement, leading into a tunnel."

"That is the castle's bolt-hole. It collapsed several hundred years ago due to the land shifting."

"Ah. Well, there's nothing in either other than cobwebs, damp, and mouse droppings, so it looks like you're right - the statue must have been stolen. What bothers me is that I don't get any sense of it ever having been here in the first place."

Paen shifted again on the couch. "Why don't you just ask the castle where it went?"

I snorted. "A house isn't a living being. I can't ask it questions - I'm limited to just sorting through information from its memories." I opened my eyes and sat up, blinking a bit at the lights Paen had turned on. "And this castle has no memories of the statue you described. There are lots of other objet d'art memories, too many for me to look at individually, but I glanced at every one that would match the description, and there was no black monkey statue. There's an ebony statue of a man with a giant penis in a second floor bedroom, but he's not a monkey in any form."

Paen looked mildly embarrassed. "That would be one of my mother's mementoes from the time they lived in New Guinea."

"She sounds like an interesting woman."

"She is. What do you intend to do now?" he asked.

I bit my lip, glanced at my watch, and thought for a moment. "Well, I don't think the castle has anything else to tell me."

"I don't see that it told you anything," he said, rather grumpily.

"Sure it did. It told me that the statue wasn't here, and hasn't ever been here."

"That's ridiculous. It has to have been here. The castle is... er... confused."

I sat up, hugging my knees. "I suppose it could be, but most houses are pretty good about things like that. It's their purpose, you know - to hold and protect the things inside them. This castle doesn't know anything about a black monkey statue. Does your father own other houses?"

"No," Paen said, shaking his head. "This is our only family home. The statue had to be here."

"Hmm. Well, regardless, the castle can't tell me anything else, and it's almost deep night, so I had better be getting along."

"What does the hour have to do with you finding the statue?" Paen looked puzzled.

"My mother is a sun elf. Deep night is the time when they are at their weakest. It would be useless for me to try to do anything during the four hours of deep night, so I should probably get back to the office and see how Clare is getting along."

I thought Paen was going to stand up, but he didn't. Instead he knelt on the floor next to where I was sitting. "You can't leave. You aren't finished here."

"I'm not?"

"No."

"The castle told me everything it could."

"I'm not talking about the castle," he said, his eyes burning with a bright silver light. A little ripple of excitement had me shivering as I realized what he was talking about,

"Oh. That. Er... you wanted to do that tonight? Now?"

"Is there anything wrong with now?" he asked, using my own words against me.

His eyes had me shivering again. I was still surprised at how strongly I was reacting to him - I'm not the sort of person to have a casual relationship - but just the thought of doing all sorts of intimate things with Paen had me flushing with arousal. That, and the sense that he needed me. I could fight the former but not the feeling that I could help him in some manner.

"Well... deep night is coming," I said weakly as he leaned toward me, the fingers on one of his hands stroking up my arm.