lack of scent on his person. Unscented deodorant, no cologne, only gun oil and lubricants to mark him as armed, and later, the very, very faint taint of his master - which I could now identify as beerlike, hops and fermentation and the sweet smell of blood. I had been naked, asleep, when he entered the hotel suite, my body hidden behind the mounded bed linens. I had risen, whirling, grabbed the statue beside the bed, and thrown it as both a diversion and a weapon, diving for my Walther 380. His arm had been coming up. "He was turned to the side, right arm down and out of sight, looking at my weapons, going through my blades and stakes with his left hand, when I threw the statue at him. It's all in the police reports. I didn't lie about anything."
"You shot first?"
I hadn't actually seen the weapon until he fired. Spats of sound from an illegal suppressor, like books dropping flat from shoulder height. Then the sound of my weapons firing. The recoil in wrist and shoulder. The stench of gunfire and blood. "No. He shot first." Which meant that my attacker had been already holding a drawn weapon. An odd tightness in my chest eased.
"Self-defense. Did he say anything?"
"No. He went unconscious fast, even though there wasn't a lot of blood. I thought he was going to live until they told me that he . . . died. Later."
"The letter the master Mithran left you. Where is it?"
I slipped my hand from his and pulled the envelope from my pocket. He chuckled, the laughter holding more pain than comedy. "Read it to me."
I unfolded it and read the letter aloud. When I was done, he took the single page and stared at the words. I heard something stutter-thump-give-way, something from inside him. Bruiser's hand fell to his stomach, the letter fluttering to the floor. The paramedic cursed and pushed me to the side. Bruiser didn't take another breath, his chest sunken in and still. I pulled the new cell and speed-dialed a landline number I seldom called. I was shocked when Katie - who hated phones - answered with my name, "Jane Yellowrock." There was rage in the words, but I didn't think it was directed at me.
I said, "Leo's primo is bleeding out. I need someone strong to feed him. Fast."
"We have our own wounded. Leo is not alone to suffer assault tonight. We too are under attack," she said, unintentionally repeating Bruiser's words, from what felt like days ago, as he told vamp-warriors to get Leo to safety and to protect Katie. "My Alejandro and Estavan were injured as their carriage drove up. The little priestess is in a healing trance with them. The elder priestess is missing," she spat. "The others are fighting and dying to ensure our safety. Who do you suggest I send to feed a human?"
Fury spurted through, me, hot and blazing at her callous disregard of any but another vamp, even a valuable human, like the primo. "I don't care who you send," I ground out, "but it better be fast, or so help me, by all I hold holy, I'll stake and behead you myself, and rip out your fangs and mount them on my necklace." My breath came hard and fast, as if I'd been running.
"Deo. You would too. And Leonardo would let you," she hissed. "I will recall someone from the battlefield. He will be there in moments." The cell connection ended and the ambulance started to move.
"Stop," I said. When the paramedic ignored me, I swiveled on my heel and slid against the driver, shoving him. One handed, I opened the door and continued my momentum, pushing him off his seat and out onto the drive, even as I slid into the driver's seat, hit the brakes, and threw the ambulance into park. I looked down, ascertained that I hadn't run over the driver, and said, "If you'd been wearing your seat belt, this wouldn't have happened." I looked to the paramedic in back and started to tell him something, but the words died in my throat. He was doing CPR on Bruiser.
Time slowed into something spiked and thorny, as if each second, each compression to Bruiser's chest, were a wound stabbed into my soul with a cold iron blade. Again and again. The medic was shouting. Something about getting to the hospital. The driver, also a paramedic, opened the back ambulance doors and jumped inside,