His eyes glinted. Don’t call me that.
There is nothing else for me to call you. You are my employer. That is the deal we’ve struck.
There was something helpless in his eyes now, but I wasn’t going to fall for it again. I turned my gaze to the fire. It licked toward the sky, forked tongues of flame creating glowing shadows on the tinder. The tangy wood smoke rose, the fragrance almost intoxicating, hinting at a wildness that vampires in the middle of downtown Chicago, forbidden from the sun, couldn’t otherwise touch. I stared at the fire until the song was over, then clapped along with the others as Katherine and Thomas shared a soft, sad smile.
“Where did you head off to last night?” Luc asked as Katherine sipped from a cup and Thomas resituated his violin. I assumed he wasn’t asking where I’d been—but where Lindsey had been.
“Temple Bar. Lindsey thought it would be a good idea to get me out of the House.”
“And how are you holding up?”
“If you meant with respect to the shifters, pretty good. If you meant personally, he invited his ex-girlfriend back to town. You can probably guess how I feel about that.”
Katherine and Thomas started again, this time a perkier song with an Irish cant. Luc and I stood together in silence, watching Katherine sing in a lilting Irish brogue, Thomas beside her, his fingers flying across the fiddle.
“I really do think he cares about you, you know.”
“He has a strange way of showing it.”
“He’s a vampire. That makes him strange.”
I glanced over at Luc. Even in the midst of supernatural drama, he usually had a quirky grin on his face. But this time, his expression was weary, and I wasn’t sure if we were still talking about Ethan . . . or Lindsey. Had something similar happened between them? If so, I could sympathize. It was hard to bear the burden of someone else’s regret—and the contrition that apparently followed it.
“Are you and Lindsey okay?”
His expression hardened. “Lindsey and I . . . aren’t. But that’s status quo.”
“Would you like to talk about it?”
The question was pretty girly, but the look I got back—eyes narrowed, stare flat—was all boy.
“No, Sentinel, I do not want to talk about it.”
“Fair enough. Maybe,” I suggested, “if this is the product of immortality, we have to ask if the sacrifice is worth it.”
“It does make one wonder,” Luc said.
Love was very definitely a bitch.
Katherine and Thomas finished singing to raucous applause, the clapping eventually giving way to the soft sounds of cello music.
Luc sighed. “I’m going to mingle. You gonna be okay here?”
“Right as rain,” I told him. “Feel free.”
I watched him disappear into the vampires. It probably wasn’t a coincidence that I also saw Lindsey milling about in another part of the crowd.
“Katherine and Thomas are quite talented.”
I glanced behind me. Ethan stood there, expression blank, hands in his pockets. “They’re quite talented,” he said again.
I looked back at the crowd, wondering where his companion had gone. I found her on the other side of the formal garden, chatting with Malik. For the moment, the risk of drama diminished. “Yes, they are.”
“Gabriel called,” he said. “He confirmed that shifters who attacked were trying to make good on the hit and collect the payment.”
“Who ordered the hit?”
“They weren’t told, and they apparently didn’t ask.”
“That’s not exactly comforting. Is Gabe still sure the drama’s over?”
Ethan nodded. “He is all but convinced. That said, he is remarkably short-sighted for a man with gifts of prophecy.”
Or just not as neurotic as the fanged among him. “And the ultimate culprit?” I wondered.
“Who’s to say? Tony may have been involved, but we still don’t know whether he was the puppet master or just a puppet. And since we’ve been excused by Gabriel, that’s how it will remain.”
We stood in silence for another moment.
“You’re quiet this evening,” he said.
I pasted on a pleasant smile. “It’s been a long week. I’m just trying to relax.” And I was trying to avoid more drama.
He was quiet for two or three minutes, during which the two of us stood there together, black-clad vampires moving around us. “I can tell something’s bothering—” We had sex and you bailed, I silently thought, and now your contrition is driving me crazy. “I was just enjoying the music.”
“I’m sorry.”
I clenched my eyes shut, emotion washing over me. I didn’t want to do this again. I certainly didn’t want his apologies. They only made me feel pitied. “Please stop saying that.”
“I wish—”
“Your indecision isn’t making this easier.”
“And you think it’s easy for me?”
“Hey, kids,” said a familiar voice in front of us. Lindsey approached, Lacey at her side, the traitor.
“Lovely party,” Lindsey told Ethan, then looked at me. “And how are you faring this evening?”
“I’m good. And you?”
“Eh,” she said with a shrug. “I’m not as popular as our dear Sentinel, of course.” She put an arm around my shoulders. “We took her to Temple Bar last night, and she was a hit.”
Ah, so that was the game—showing me off in front of Lacey.
Ethan looked at me, his expression chill. I guessed he wasn’t impressed by my sudden popularity. “Meet me in my office in five minutes.”