sound, very British, all nose and curled lip. "Historically, all of one side or the other died in a blood-feud, all the Mithrans, all the servants, all the slaves. Everyone."
At last I understood, and lots of things fell into place, including Leo binding me - just after sunset, yesterday. "Well, crap."
"I'll send you all the information I have on the precedents and the histories. Most of it isn't electronic. Most is in the form of letters and reports, so it'll be photocopied and messengered over later today.
"My master will agree."
I hated that "my master" crap and wanted to hurt Leo for trying to bind me to him, and for tying Bruiser to him so tightly, even if it did save his life. I felt something pull again in my mind, a compulsion to help Leo, a need to help him, and my anger at Leo flamed out. Leo needed a huge takedown or maybe some sensitivity training, delivered with the pointy end of a stake. I smiled grimly at the thought. My grandmother had been very adept with sharp pointy things. "Later," I said, and ended the connection.
"What?"
I turned and found Eli in my bedroom, standing in the dark with his back to my wall, the door open beside him. I eyed the door. Then Eli. He was in boxers and a tee. His arms and legs were corded with muscle, his eyes dark in the shadows. He was holding a weapon in each hand, both semiautomatics. "When I lock my door, it's to stay locked," I said.
"Not when the house is under surveillance."
"You mean the guy who appears to be sleeping in the alcove across the street? Small guy, dressed like he has money, but no place to crash?" It was a guess, but Leo's Mercy Blade had used that doorway to watch my house before. So had Leo.
"You knew?"
"I'm not surprised. Next time, knock."
"Next time, tell me when we're being watched."
I lifted my hand to show that I was prepared. I was holding one of the twin Walthers, the grip bloodred. Eli gave me one of his lopsided smiles. "You look good curled up in that bed, wearing a thin tank and not much else but a gun." I didn't reply except for a faint flush he couldn't see in the dim room. He moved out of my room and pulled my door closed behind him. I flopped back on the bed. "Crap. Crap, crap, crap," I whispered to the ceiling.
Seconds later the cell rang again. "What do you want, Bruiser?"
I could have kicked myself when I realized what I'd said, and there was a smile in his voice when he said, "Callan was sick, and Sabina has healed him."
I ignored both my gaff and his tone. "Who is Callan?"
"One of the vampires in a cage at Katie's. He says he served de Allyon only because his master kept him alive. He has asked to join Leo's power base and it's being considered. Leo would like you to speak to him before dawn, find out, if you can, what de Allyon's plans are."
"Yeah. Fine. I don't need to sleep anyway," I said crossly. I threw the covers away and hung up on Bruiser.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Free Dick Dot Come
I took the back way to Katie's Ladies - over the back brick wall. Troll opened the door for me before I knocked, as if expecting me. "Little Janie," he said, his voice like two rocks grinding together.
"Morning, Troll," I said as I passed him. "Your scalp needs shaving."
He rubbed his hand over the pale dome as he closed the door on the morning's predawn light. "When I get time. George said you wanted to talk to the new guest."
"Yeah. It's all my idea. Where is he?"
"Upstairs with Christie."
I stopped and looked back. "Not . . ."
"Not. Christie came home this morning and took a liking to the newcomer. He needed to be fed and she was willing, but that's over with now." He grinned at me. "You won't walk in on anything."
I shook my head and went through the twisting hallways to the back stairs and up. Walking in on something with Christie could be detrimental to my sexual well-being. Christie was the resident S&M practitioner, with a penchant for whips, chains, and pain, able to play the part of top or bottom in BDSM games. The fact that I now understood what that meant was kinda scary. Not my thing. I knocked on her door and entered when she called