“Who's that?” Eden asked softly.
“That is Neil McLeish. The Scottish Neith Councilman.”
“I didn't know we were meeting him.”
“The family of Merrit's bloodline live on the same street. It would have been unavoidable and not to mention rude of me not to make my presence known to Neil. This is his territory.” Cyrus unclipped his seat belt and Eden followed suit, trying to still the trembling in her fingers.
“Technically, I thought this was your territory?”
He threw her an arrogant smile. “Technically.”
Laughing, she got out of the car only to come face to face with Noah. Her smile dropped abruptly, and in response he glowered. She found it hard to believe Noah was seventy years old. He was such a child sometimes. No wonder he was so good at his high school assignment. Manipulative creep.
Noah strolled by her to fall into step with Cyrus. At the top of the stone steps they greeted McLeish. Valeria smiled reassuringly at her and nudged her forward. “This is just a formality,” she murmured.
“Is… are my mother's bloodline in there?”
“I assume so.”
She drew in a couple of calming breaths, glad that she had just administered a dose of the drug. It was helping. She just hoped to god her eyes didn't bleed white. Her mother's family would want nothing to do with her if that happened.
“Eden,” Cyrus called to her and she picked up her pace, reminding herself she wasn't a coward and that this was her only shot. As soon as she reached the top of the stairs Eden's eyes met McLeish's. She knew instantly that this wasn't going to be easy. His blue eyes were dark with scepticism and wariness, and the clench of his jaw gave away his unhappiness with the ‘situation'
presented before him.
“Neil, this is my daughter, Eden,” Cyrus introduced her. Eden nearly fell off the steps but, knowing Cyrus approved of poise, she quickly schooled her features, trying to master her surprise over his announcement. Cyrus was introducing her as his daughter??
His daughter?
That little girl inside of her who had dreamed of a father who read bedtime stories, and sheltered her from the evil deeds of the world, wanted to reach out and grab hold of the connection he had declared and never, ever let go. But the little girl who had grown up with a father who murdered people in their basement shuddered with fear and shooed the hope away with a scowl.
McLeish didn't seem surprised by Cyrus' claim which made Eden wonder if Cyrus had already proclaimed her his kin prior to their arrival. “Miss Winslow.” He nodded.
“MacDouglas.”
“Sorry?” McLeish frowned at Cyrus' interruption.
“Miss MacDouglas. I have had her name changed to Merrit's surname.” Well that was the first she had heard about it. To hell with poise! Eden threw him a disbelieving look, ignoring Noah's huff of disguised laughter behind her. He knew her too well, knew she was not amused at having been manhandled out of her surname. It wasn't like she had any great attachment to it or anything but still… he could have told her before he told this guy! She crossed her arms over her chest defensively. “Thanks for the heads up.”
Clearly well into his post-ironic phase, Cyrus ignored her sarcasm. “You are welcome.” When Noah coughed to cover another laugh, Eden threw her elbow out, catching him in the gut and winding him. At his ‘oof', McLeish frowned at the byplay.
Cyrus sighed. “Children.”
“Hmm.”
“Well, Neil, are you going to leave the Princeps standing on your doorstep all day?” Valeria snapped, and that wicked part of Eden enjoyed the flush across the crest of McLeish's cheeks at Val's admonishment. So far she didn't like this guy, mostly because he clearly had a problem with her.
McLeish stepped aside and held his hand out for them to enter. “I beg your pardon.” OK. So maybe she liked his cool accent.
There was a strong floral scent in the open hallway of the house and as her eyes took in the coats on the coat rack, the jumble of shoes below, the blue bicycle in the corner, a dirty soccer ball, she surmised that McLeish had a family. Hushed whispering from her left drew her attention, as well as Cyrus', and she followed her guardian into the room, Noah, Valeria and McLeish at their backs.
The sitting room was a good size, but all the people in it made it seem tiny. Their souls filled the space, their essence beguiling and warm, causing saliva to build up under Eden's tongue. Thankfully, Cyrus distracted her by spinning around to glare at McLeish. The Neith straightened his shoulders at the look, trying to appear un-intimidated. Eden waited, holding her breath, wondering what on earth had set Cyrus off.
“I believe I told you that Eden's existence and presence in Scotland was to be kept quiet.”
“You told me to tell only those I trust. This is my family, Princeps, and Eden's. I trust everyone in this room.” His eyes flicked to Eden and she read in them the words he hadn't said out loud, ‘Except this one'.
Cyrus caught the look and bristled, turning to face the group of fifteen, sixteen people staring at them. The strength and power that emanated from Cyrus pulsed more vibrantly and she knew he was doing it deliberately. The faces before them grew awed. “I greatly dislike beginning introductions with a warning, but unfortunately for the safety of my daughter and the warriors protecting her, I must. If any of you breathe word of Eden's true presence here, indeed of her true existence, I will hunt you down and you will pay the ultimate price for your treachery. Do you understand me?” The rumbled warning was received with hurried ‘Yes, Princeps,' while their eyes sought Eden, desperate to determine what all the fuss was about. She felt her cheeks flush and tried not to squirm.