On the Prowl (28 page)

The supporting cast in Dmitri’s carefully plotted drama had already arrived and begun to take their places at the center table. Not all of the seats would be filled, since not all of the members of the Inner Circle had been trusted to participate in this well-laid trap, but enough Others had been included to lend an official and serious air to the room.

Saskia recognized no one, but she listened carefully to any greetings and idle chatter and used her training, research, and excellent memory to make the connections.

Adele Berry was the first Circle member she identified and the only one to surprise her. With a reputation that preceded her, the grand dame of New York’s Other society turned out to be much smaller than Saskia had expected. The woman made up for it, though, in sheer presence. She wore her gray hair sleeked back in a bun, a la Audrey Hepburn, and made no effort to disguise the lines and wrinkles carving her face; in fact, she wore them like medals of valor. She was dressed elegantly, in the kind of clothing Saskia knew cost the earth but would last until the end of it. She clutched a silver-topped cane in her frail, soft hands, but her eyes sparked with energy and cunning. Saskia had a feeling she did not want to be on the woman’s bad side.

Saskia recognized the brownie and the half giant immediately. With the soil-colored skin and diminutive size of the first and the impressive height and wide shoulders of the second, they didn’t require much guesswork. The shifter she identified by process of elimination. The roomful of people made picking up the man’s scent difficult, but Saskia guessed based on appearance and demeanor that he might belong to one of the small species—ferret, maybe, or rat.

With Dmitri and Graham rounding out their numbers, six of the members of the Inner Circle had agreed to assist with the plan. Rafe, of course, was present as well, but concealed behind a service door in the corner. For the plan to work, he could not be present at the start of the meeting. Mac also remained absent, waiting patiently in the chamber next door.

Everyone was in place for a rousing drama. Now they only needed to wait for the main characters.

Dmitri had arranged for cars to pick up Stefan and the Arcoses at their homes on behalf of the Council. No one wanted to take chances on the guests of honor not showing, and Rafe had argued that since the Council had sent an escort for Stefan the last time, the move would not appear out of the ordinary. According to the slim watch clasped around Saskia’s wrist, they should arrive any minute.

The chamber grew quiet and thick with anticipation. The crackle of burning logs and occasional low murmurs from one of the Council members sounded almost muffled by the atmosphere. Tension crept up Saskia’s spine until she thought she would go mad.

Before a scream of frustration could build up in her throat, she picked up the sound of footsteps in the stone corridor and stood, stepping close to her mate’s side. According to her role, she kept slightly behind him as if subservient, like a traditional Tiguri mate, but she needed to feel his steady presence calming and supporting her. It reminded her that he possessed the strength to get through this and so did she.

The footsteps halted outside the door before the heavy panel swung inward and three figures stepped forward. A fourth, a club employee, hung back.

“Thank you, Thomas,” Dmitri said, nodding at the servant. “You can go. And please make certain we’re not disturbed.”

“Nicolas. I see you’ve been subjected to this ridiculous exercise once again,” Stefan Preda said as he glanced around the room. When he caught sight of Saskia standing just behind his son, the muscles in Stefan’s jaw tightened visibly. “Was it necessary to bring your fiancée? I’m certain the stress of something like this won’t help her to conceive.”

Saskia felt the ripple of anger move through her mate, but he betrayed not a flicker of emotion.

“She asked to accompany me, and given the nature of the questions I was asked here the last time, I thought it might speed things along to have her verify certain details of my schedule.”

Stefan looked less than pleased with the answer, but he said nothing. To protest further would seem odd given Victoria Arcos also stood behind her mate.

Saskia’s father looked around the chamber and frowned. “Where is De Santos? I was promised this wouldn’t take up my whole evening. Don’t tell me we’re going to have to wait for him?”

Surreptitiously Saskia watched both her father and her soi-disant father-in-law’s expressions. The confusion on Gregor’s face appeared genuine, but she could read nothing behind Stefan’s irritated mask.

Dmitri waved the Tiguri to five empty chairs arranged along one side of the table. “I’m afraid Rafael has met with an unfortunate accident. I will be overseeing these proceedings and serving as interim head of the Council.”

Nic carefully placed Saskia in a chair at one end of the table, ensuring she sat closest to the door. He claimed the spot beside her for himself, placing his body between her and his father. Stefan automatically chose the middle seat as the position of power, and the Arcoses settled into the two remaining spaces.

“How long will this interim be?” Stefan asked, the question just bad tempered enough to seem idle, but it made Saskia’s skin crawl.

“That has yet to be determined.”

Gregor flexed his shoulders and stretched his arms out along the arms of his chair, a gesture Saskia recognized from childhood. He always did that when sitting down to a business meeting or for an important discussion. He called it settling into his space.

“Eh, he’s a shifter, isn’t he?” her father dismissed. “Whatever’s got him under the weather won’t take long to clear up. Me, I almost sliced my own finger off in the kitchen once. Managed to leave a thread holding it on, but that was enough for my body to set it back to rights. A week later, I could barely find the scar.”

“I’m afraid Rafael was not quite so lucky,” Dmitri said gravely. “There was another attack on him two nights ago. This time, he appears to have been completely unprepared. His attacker got the better of him. It was not a pretty sight.”

Gregor blanched. “Are you saying De Santos was killed?”

Nicolas swore explosively and played his part to perfection. He shoved away from the table with a show of furious disgust, looking for all the world like a man convinced he was about to be blamed for a murder. He began to prowl the room restlessly, all the while making himself mobile in case something unexpected happened.

“Is that why we’ve been dragged here again?” Stefan demanded, scoffing. “For more ridiculous questions? Obviously, whoever failed to kill De Santos the first time went back to do a proper job, and since you know we all had alibis for the night of the first attack, it makes absolutely no sense that you would think we were behind the second one. You people wouldn’t know how to investigate a disturbance if it came with a map and a crime scene analyst.”

He shoved to his feet with a great show of indignation. “Let me tell you something, vampire, I’ve had enough of this sideshow you’re running. I will not stand by and listen to you throw more accusations at my son’s head, nor will I listen while you try to pin it on any other Tiguri. Every one of us here has provided you with an account of our whereabouts the night of the first attack, and I won’t be insulted by being asked to provide another one for another night just because you can’t figure out who’s after the jungle cat. My people have faced nothing but ridicule and insults, hostility and slander, since we arrived in this city, and I—”

Dmitri cut off the tirade with nothing more than a raised eyebrow. “To be frank, Mr. Preda, it has come to our attention after further review that not all of your alibis for the night of the first attack are necessarily … adequate.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that all of you either show gaps of time during which your whereabouts were not fully accounted for or have provided us with nothing more than the word of a family member as verification of those whereabouts. I’m afraid that means we have more questions to ask you.”

With impeccable timing, a brisk knock sounded at the door. Dmitri wore a ferocious scowl as he turned to face the entry. Thomas, the servant who had escorted the Tiguri in earlier, hurried to apologize.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I know you said you didn’t want to be disturbed, but—”

“You need to hear this.” Mac shouldered his way past Thomas and into the chamber, a piece of folded paper held in his hand. “My contact at the DNA lab just got the results. He faxed them to me a few minutes ago. We got it.”

“Got what? What are you talking about?” Stefan blustered. “Vidâme, who the hell is this and what is he blathering about? I will not stand by for this sort of interruption, especially not when it’s an insult for me to be here in the first place.”

Dmitri took the folded paper from Mac but didn’t glance at it. His gaze remained locked on Stefan’s face. “Mr. Preda, meet McIntyre Callahan. Mac is a private investigator often retained by the Council to look into matters we deem important. He is here because of the very matter I was about to discuss with you. After the Council realized there were gaps in the alibis you all gave us for Friday night, the night of the first attack on Mr. De Santos, we asked Mac to go back to the scene of the attack to see if there might have been any evidence left at the scene that might have been overlooked earlier.”

He nodded to Mac, who picked up the thread of the script.

“I interviewed a witness to the attack, but it turned out she was human and didn’t get a very good look at the attack in the first place, so she wasn’t much help. But she did point me to the exact spot where she witnessed the two figures struggling. I examined the area very carefully and was able to find a few strands of hair caught in the brickwork of the building outside of which Mr. De Santos was attacked. The color told me they didn’t belong to him, so I took the chance and sent them to a friend of mine at a DNA lab. Like me, he’s a changeling. Half sphinx. Frighteningly brilliant, and familiar with DNA processing on both human and Other samples. He was able to determine not only the species of the person who left that hair at the scene of the attack—definitely Tiguri, by the way—but also that person’s sex, race, and ethnic makeup. All we need to do is provide a reference sample and he can match it to the exact individual.” He paused to grin. “Science is just so
cool
.”

The rush of movement came from a completely unexpected quarter. In a desperate rush, Victoria Arcos leapt across the table and snatched the paper from Dmitri’s hand, flinging it into the fire. Then she stood before the hearth, panting, to watch it burn.

Nic, grim faced and silent, stalked toward her. Clearly, he hadn’t expected this, either, but he kept with their plan and paced himself close in case the guilty party tried to run.

“Mother?” Saskia choked on the question.

Of all the scenarios they had discussed while planning the dummy “DNA report” they would use to flush out the attacker, none of them had considered this.

She pushed out of her chair and began to cross behind the other Tiguri to join Victoria near the fire. “That’s impossible. You’re not big enough or powerful enough to have attacked Rafe the second time. I saw his wounds. He was torn apart.”

Victoria lifted her face, ashen pale, and her gaze darted toward her daughter. Only she didn’t meet Saskia’s eyes and it took the space of a heartbeat for Saskia to realize her mother wasn’t looking at her but at the man in front of her.

The man responsible for the second attack.

Stefan Preda.

Saskia had just passed behind the chair of the would-be killer.

With a roar of rage, the elder Preda spun and snatched at his son’s fiancée, wrapping one arm around her neck and hauling her in front of him like a shield.

“You stupid bitch!” he spat in Saskia’s ear, and it took her a moment to realize he was talking to her mother. Or rather, screaming at her. “All you had to do was sit down and shut up, but could you do it? Of course not! You’re a woman! A stupid, worthless, useless woman! You’ve ruined everything!”

Saskia tore at the arm imprisoning her, but for all his advanced age, Stefan Preda was frighteningly strong. His forearm felt like a steel band pressed against her throat and he was beginning to compromise her ability to breathe.

“Let. Her. Go,” something snarled, something huge and feral and enraged, and Saskia shifted her gaze to see her mate half-crouched near the fire eyeing his father through the cold, hard eyes of a predator.

“Why? She’s just as useless as her bitch of a mother. She was supposed to serve two purposes: to keep you distracted while I set my plan in motion and to breed your cub to unite the streaks and provide a future for all the Tiguri to rally behind. But she’s failed at both. She’s worth nothing now.”

“Let. Her. Go.”

“Stefan, this has gone far enough,” Gregor said, rising to his feet to face the man who held his daughter’s life in his hands. “I agreed with you that we needed the old families to come together and put down those upstart newcomers, but I never agreed to murder. At least Victoria didn’t actually hurt De Santos, but you went ahead and killed him? That’s too much. That’s crazy. This stops now.”

“This stops when I say it stops,” Stefan hissed. Saskia had to struggle for air, but she could smell the bitter, cloying scents of rage and madness pouring off him in waves. He truly believed even now that he could make everything come out the way he had planned, and she wasn’t certain he wouldn’t kill her to accomplish it.

In front of the fire, Nicolas roared a final warning, and Saskia knew she couldn’t live with being responsible for her mate killing his own father. She had to get free.

Mustering a surge of strength, she forced the power through her limbs and shifted just one part of her body, the hardest trick a shifter could perform. It took intense concentration and massive amounts of power, but in the space of a couple of heartbeats her hand became a paw adorned with sharp, curving claws and reached back to swipe hard against her captor’s face.