in the old TV shows and movies about the Highlander, and the saying "There can be only one." Only without the lightning and wind when the head fell. I couldn't help it. I clapped.
And Girrard DiMercy whirled with a flourish and bowed, one sword behind him like a wing, the other across his body, pointed down to the floor. "Very pretty," I said.
He rose with another dramatic flourish and said, "I am, aren't I?"
I snorted and followed him out of the barn, to find Innara casually staking a vamp.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I Whirled and Caught the Naked Man
She was using a silver-tipped wood stake, which was much longer than one of mine, and she wasn't aiming at the heart. She was stabbing him in the right side of his chest. He was screaming and bleeding, his chest already punctured several times. I raced up and caught her wrist, ripping the stake out of her hand. Innara whirled on me, her short blond hair flying. Before I could react, her fangs were at my throat.
And then she was ten feet away, screaming in pain, dancing like a burned child. Her lips were blistering, swelling as I watched. I touched my silver mesh necklace. I'd never seen it work quite so well on a vamp. Usually they had to bite me, or attempt to, and their tongues might sting a bit before they jerked away. But this -
A blur I halfway saw and totally felt tackled me from the side; her anamchara. My spine formed a sharp C shape and slapped me against the earth with a whiplash speed. I might have cursed again had I any breath. Instinct made me grab her hands, forcing her back and off me. I caught a breath and it hurt when my ribs moved. Another broken rib. Great. I held Jena off; her lips were blistered too, and she hadn't touched my necklace. Anamchara are mind linked, meaning that they know the other's thoughts and feelings, and apparently, if they are linked closely enough, their bodies react to the other's pain. Now I had both of them ticked off. Then I caught a whiff of the blood. Leo's blood.
I whipped my head to the vamp Innara had been torturing, and threw Jena from me. She let me, landing on her feet and backing away, half stumbling, arms out to the side like a wounded bird.
Derek and El Diablo were holding the vamp up, Derek with the vamp's hair in his fist, supporting his head. Diablo was still smiling, and this time the smile was calculated and cold. I was still holding Innara's stake, and I twirled it like a marching band baton as I strode to the vamp. I didn't even look at Derek. I bent over the vamp and breathed in his scent over tongue and mouth with a soft scree of sound. He hissed at me through two-inch fangs. Which I ignored. I leaned so close I could feel the grave-cold of his chest on my face as I sniffed. Yes. Leo's blood mixed with the blood of this vamp. I moved close to his face and caught the odor of Leo's blood on his mouth. I placed the tip of the stake against his heart and looked at Derek. "Do we know where Leo is?"
Derek's dark eyes were full of disdain, the disdain of the human for the nonhuman. Me. I smiled at his expression, showing my teeth, letting him know I had seen the scorn. He cocked his head in a "We'll have to fight one day" expression. I chuckled. We understood each other. "No," he said. "Fanghead boss got to Katie's front door, but was intercepted in the street. Three of my boys are injured. Leo's missing."
Leo's missing. On my watch. I looked at the vamp and let my teeth show in what was not a smile. "You know, doncha, Corpse? You know where Leo is, right? And we're going to find out. Take him to Katie's. Him and any other vamp still alive. Make sure they talk. I want to know everything."
"Torture seldom provides accurate intel," Derek said.
"True. But if Corpse talks, I'll make sure he lives and is adopted into a clan where he has a chance of moving up in the hierarchy. If he doesn't, I'll give him to Innara and Jena for dessert."
The vamp spat at me. I moved fast enough that he missed. Derek didn't like the speed, but I was getting tired of hiding what I