see."
"But they cannot vote unless all of the membership is in the room."
"So they should remove me. In fact, I'm surprised they haven't figured out how to already."
"You are of the six founding bloodlines. You cannot be removed nor excused as things stand now."
"Ah, well, how inconvenient for them. You'll understand, however, if I'm not available that evening."
"I haven't told you a date."
"As I said, I'm unavailable."
"Marissa, if you disagree with the motion, you can make your stance clear during the testimony phase of the meeting. You can be heard."
"So all of you with voting rights are in favor?"
"It's important to keep females safe."
Marissa went cold. "And yet you turned me out of the only home I had thirty minutes before dawn. Does that mean you've changed your commitment to my sex? Or is it that you don't see me as female?"
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He had the grace to flush. "I was highly emotional at the time."
"You seemed very calm to me."
"Marissa, I'm sorry-"
She cut him off with a slice of her hand. "Stop. I don't want to hear it."
"So be it. But you shouldn't impede the council just to get back at me."
As he fiddled with his bow tie, she caught a glimpse of the family's signet ring on his pinkie. God... how had they ended up like this? She could remember when Havers was born and she'd looked at him in their mother's arms. Such a sweet baby. Such a-Marissa stiffened as something occurred to her. Then she quickly covered the shock that surely showed on her face. "All right. I'll go to the meeting."
Havers's shoulders eased and he told her the when and where. "Thank you. Thank you for this."
She smiled coolly. "You are so very welcome."
There was a long silence during which he eyed her pants and sweater and her desk of papers. "You seem very different."
"I am."
And she knew by the tight, awkward expression on his face that he had remained the same. He would have so preferred her in the mold of the glymera: a female of grace presiding over a home of distinction. Well, tough luck. She was all about rule number one now: Right or wrong, she made the choices in her life. No one else did.
She picked up her phone. "Now, if you'll excuse me-"
"I would offer my services to you. The clinic's, I mean. Free of charge." He pushed his glasses up higher on his straight nose. "The females and their young who stay here will need medical care."
"Thank you. Thank you... for that."
"I will also tell the nursing staff to be on the lookout for signs of abuse. We will refer to you any cases we find."
"That would be most appreciated."
He inclined his head. "We are pleased to be of service."
As her cell phone went off, she said, "Good-bye, Havers."
His eyes widened and she realized it was the first time she'd ever dismissed him.
But then change was good... and he'd better get used to the new world order.
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The phone rang again. "Shut the door behind you, if you don't mind."
After he left, she glance at her cell's caller ID and sighed in relief: Butch, and thank God for it. She so needed to hear his voice.
"Hi," she said. "You'll never believe who just-"
"Can you come home? Right now?"
Her hand closed tight on the phone. "What's wrong? Are you hurt-"
"I'm fine." His voice was way too level. Nothing but false calm. "Except I need you to come home. Now."
"I'm leaving this moment."
She grabbed her coat, shoved her phone into her pocket, and went looking for her one and only staff member.
When she found the older female doggen, she said, "I have to go."
"Mistress, you seem upset. Is there anything I can do?"
"No, thank you. And I'll be back."
"I shall take care of everything in your stead."
She squeezed the female's hand and then hurried outside. Standing on the front lawn in the raw spring night, she struggled to calm herself enough to dematerialize. When it didn't work immediately, she thought she was going to have to call Fritz for a pickup: She was not only worried, she needed to feed, so it was possible she wasn't going to be able to do it.
But then she felt herself go. As soon as she materialized in front of the Pit, she barged into the vestibule. Its inner lock sprang free before she even put her face in front of the camera, and Wrath was on the