The Gates of Paradise (17 page)

ow it was just a question of which city the
Lennox brothers and their new brides had moved to. Mimi didn’t think it would be that difficult to find them: if she’d fallen into a completely improbable romance and run off to Europe, there’s only one place she would go.

Paris.

They’d be in hiding, of course, but no one could hide from Mimi for very long. She had better contacts in Paris than in London, even among the Red Bloods, and a married pair of twins couldn’t be completely inconspicuous.

It only took her a few days to find them. They were living in the 3rd arrondissement, in Le Marais.

It felt great to be back in Paris—and with a pang, Mimi realized it was a life she and Kingsley had never had the luxury to experience.
Come away with me,
he had asked her, right before her bonding to Jack. She had said yes—but by then it was too late.

In Paris she felt like her old self again, checking into the Ritz in her usual suite, sinking into those heavenly sheets and lush pink towels. She’d even found a little time to steal away and do some shopping; there was nothing that made her feel more confident than a fabulous new outfit from Lanvin, with Louboutins to match. Suitably attired, she went back to business.

The two couples had managed to find twin apartments as well—they lived side by side in a building that had once been a house, carved into beautiful apartments. And they must have felt safe there, since they’d done nothing supernatural to protect themselves—no spells, no enchantments. Just locks that were easy for someone like Mimi to pick.

She spent a couple of days quietly following them around, breaking into their apartments when she knew they weren’t home. No sign of Kingsley, but they’d obviously gotten comfortable. The apartments were structurally identical, like Deming and Dehua, but they were furnished completely differently. Deming and Ted’s apartment was decorated in soft pastels, with gauzy curtains and a feeling of openness and warmth. Fitting for the Angel of Mercy, Mimi thought. Sam and Dehua’s apartment was sleek and modern, with furniture made of steel. Indestructible, for the Angel of Immortality.

Ted and Sam both had their own offices, as well. Ted’s, in keeping with his detective instincts, was covered in maps and corkboards that detailed his investigation of Lucifer’s plan to destroy the gates. Sam’s was filled with the most expensive computer equipment.

The one thing the apartments shared was that they were both covered in photographs. Pictures of the couples at their bonding, on their honeymoon, wandering around the streets of Paris together. They all seemed so happy.

And the whole time, Mimi was growing furious.

Why was this happening to her? Why was she embroiled in this crazy plot to double-cross Lucifer when all she wanted was what she’d been willing to go to Hell for: the chance to be with Kingsley? She’d lost her bondmate and found a way to move on, but she still wasn’t permitted any happiness. The stone around her neck felt heavier and heavier every moment. No matter what she did, the Dark Prince would know.

She decided to wait in Ted and Deming’s apartment and surprise them when they returned. She’d always gotten along a little better with Ted, and she knew Deming better than Dehua, from the time Deming had helped them catch the hidden Nephilim at Duchesne.

There was a pale blue wingback chair that faced the front door of the apartment, so she could sit and wait for them and be sure she was the first thing they saw. Mimi touched her chest, confirming that the small needle of her sword was safely tucked into her bra. She never knew when she might need it. Hopefully they’d cooperate, but Venators could be tricky. Even the friendly ones.

To their credit, Ted and Deming didn’t look all that surprised when they came home to find Mimi there. It was as if they’d been expecting her. Now it was just a question of figuring out how much they knew, and how to get them to do what she wanted.

“Congratulations,” Mimi said. “It must be nice to settle down and not worry that our world is ending.”

Deming appraised her coolly. She didn’t seem the least bit afraid. “After Egypt we hunted the Nephilim for months, to stanch the demon invasion. The Gates of Hell remain standing, no thanks to you. I don’t recall seeing you at the battles at the Gate of Sorrow, and the Gate of Justice when we lost Octilla and Onbasius.”

So the Nephilim continued their relentless assault. It was as Jack had worried—back when he’d still worried about this sort of thing. The Dark Prince would keep the vampires and Venators on the edge, on the brink of exhaustion, and when their forces were weak and unprepared, Lucifer would reveal his true plan: to reclaim the throne of Heaven.

“Sorry we didn’t invite you to the bonding. We’d only just moved to Paris and we seem to have lost your address,” Deming said with a shrug.

“Now, darling, I think we have Mimi to thank for bringing us together. Let’s not be rude to our uninvited guest,” Ted said with a guarded smile.

“I would have thought you’d be wondering what I’m doing here,” Mimi said.

“We’re definitely curious,” Deming said. “There are some pretty amazing stories going around about you right now. Care to tell us which ones are true?”

Oh, for the days when it was fun to think about the things people said about her. “What have you heard? Let me guess. That I’ve gone back to the Dark Prince, that Jack and I have revealed our faithless natures—just as everyone always said we would. Am I right?”

Neither one answered.

“They’ve been saying that about us for centuries. No matter what we do, no matter what we did—and it was Abbadon, after all, who turned the battle—and you forget that it was my sword that pierced Lucifer’s armor,” Mimi said. “And yet, what do we get for our efforts—nothing but suspicion and lies.…”

“So if you’re not working with the Morningstar, then have you returned to the Coven to assume your Regency?” asked Ted.

“I might be. I’m looking for Kingsley.”

“Then why did you come here?” Deming wanted to know.

“Isn’t it obvious? I find it hard to believe that he could just disappear completely and not tell you where he was going. You’re his closest friends. And maybe he’s the one who told you some of the crazy stories about me, but I
have to say, I’m really worried about him.”

“Worried?” Ted asked.

Deming gave him a look.
Good.
Mimi was getting to
him.

“You must be aware that the Knights Templar have alerted us to the loss of their most sacred treasures. The holy grails. One in Spain and another in Scotland. I have confirmed reports that it was Kingsley who stole the chalice from its hiding place. Rumor has it he stole the seed of the godsfire as well.”

The Venators were shocked. “The godsfire and the holy grails—but that would mean…”

“That he would be able to create a weapon to defeat the White Fire of Heaven. And whom do we know who would desire such a thing?” Mimi asked in a silky tone. There was only one angel who would need such a magnificent armament. Lucifer, of the Fallen. The Dark Prince of the underworld.

“Kingsley Martin is not a traitor!” Ted shouted. “You have no proof!”

“I have to agree: that’s quite a story you’re telling us. Where did you get this information? How do you know?” Deming asked.

“I have my sources.”

“He’s not here,” Ted said. Deming looked at him with disgust. Hope that marriage lasts, Mimi thought. “I mean, he’s not here anymore,” Ted added.

“But he was,” Mimi said.

Ted nodded. He turned to Deming. “We have to tell her—I don’t believe that Kingsley has betrayed us, but we have to tell her what we know.”

Mimi smiled like a cat. “Please do.”

“He first came here for a visit after you freed him from Hell. He seemed really upset—wouldn’t talk about it much. Just kept saying that he was worried about you, that something was wrong. Then he went back to London and went on a bender, from what we heard. It was only recently that he came back here, and that was to tell us he was getting an army together, to prepare to defeat Lucifer.”

So there was a plan, then. “And you believed him?”

“There didn’t seem to be any reason not to,” Ted said.

“Where is he now?”

“Enough, Ted,” Deming said sharply.

“She said she’s worried about him,” Ted said. “We don’t know where he is right now.”

“Really? And you don’t know anything about the Venator conclave in London in a few days?” asked Mimi.

“You know about that?” Ted blurted out, and then quickly regretted it.

“Seriously, that’s enough, Ted,” Deming said. “Mimi, I appreciate that you’re trying to help, but the best way to do it is to let us do what we do best. If you want to help, leave Kingsley alone.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Mimi said. “I’m really sorry.”

Before Deming or Ted had a chance to react, Mimi pulled the needle out of her blouse, restored it to its full size, and trained it at Deming’s throat. “Take me to that conclave,” she said. “Or your blood will be on my sword.”

She turned to the Venator’s husband. “And you’re right, Ted: Kingsley Martin is no traitor. I am.”

don did not return. Bliss had taken Malcolm and Rafe with her to the catacombs as well as the ancient sites of the city, to see if they could find the portal, but returned to the hostel at the end of the day as frustrated as ever. She hoped that leaving Lawson and Ahramin to themselves would allow them to sort out whatever was between them, but she was still struggling to understand it herself. Lawson and Ahri? Now it was her turn to feel jealous, but mostly what she felt was angry. They had bigger problems than the consequences of a random hookup right now.

Bliss knew they were close to solving the mystery of the passages and that Arthur had pointed them in the right direction by sending them to Rome, but this thing that had happened between Lawson and Ahramin was distracting them from their real task. She found Ahramin in the lounge, flirting with some backpackers who were trying to decide whether to stay.

“Where’s Lawson?” Bliss asked.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Ahramin rolled her eyes and pointed to the hostel’s back door.

The door led out into a small garden, with a patio and a couple of wire chairs surrounding a table. The surface of the table was littered with old newspapers and overflowing ashtrays. The days when Bliss would step outside of a New York club to smoke a cigarette with Dylan seemed so very far away, and now the smell of the ash made her feel a little nauseous.

Lawson was sitting in one of the chairs. His head was buried in his arms, crossed on the table, but he looked up when he heard her coming. “How did the rest of the day go?” he asked quietly.

“Not well. We’re not looking in the right place. I can see it so clearly in my head, and I feel like I know it in my bones—but when I look around—I don’t see it. Maybe it’s not here?”

“It has to be,” Lawson said. “We can’t give up.”

“What about you? Did you and Ahri talk?”

He shook his head. “She doesn’t want to talk to me. I’m not sure I have much to say to her either. I just want to forget any of it ever happened, and I have no idea what she wants. Until the last couple of days, I thought we’d both just put it behind us.”

“Clearly not,” Bliss said. “And Edon?”

“He hasn’t come back. But his stuff’s still here. He’ll show up eventually. When he does, I need you to tell him how sorry I am.”

“Tell him yourself.” Bliss felt the hairs on her arms stand up. She had a feeling she knew what was coming.

Lawson shook his head. “I need you to take charge of the pack. I’ve become too much of a distraction, and I need to leave.”

Bliss bit her lip. She had come to the same conclusion. She had hoped for a different outcome—for Ahramin to excuse herself—but she knew as well as Lawson that that wasn’t about to happen.

“Are you sure? She should go, not you.”

“If I stay, Edon won’t come back, and he’ll still be angry. And I know you won’t admit it, but you’re angry too. And Malcolm and Rafe won’t know what to think. We’ll be fractured and ineffective, and the wolves will be lost. We’ll never repair the breach in the timeline. But if I go, Edon and Ahri will reconcile, and you can lead them. You’ll heal the rift.”

Bliss wanted to tell him that she could forgive him, that she could help him mend fences with Ahramin and Edon, but she wasn’t sure she could. She was still too confused about her own feelings. Still, she didn’t want him to go. “You’re taking the easy way out,” she said. “You could stay here and work to earn everyone’s forgiveness. You could help us, but instead you’re running away.”

“I’ll still be helping you. I just have to do it in my own way.” He stood up, and that’s when Bliss saw that he’d already packed up his bags. He’d only been waiting to say good-bye to her.

“There was never any chance of my changing your mind, was there?”

He shook his head, gave her one last, long look, and then he was gone.

Bliss was left to explain Lawson’s absence to the rest of the pack, and that he’d left her in charge.

“I have to answer to you now?” Ahri sneered.

“No one’s answering to anybody,” Bliss said. “We’re just going to keep doing what we’re doing until we learn something useful. I have no interest in bossing you around. We just need to stop fighting and make some progress here. Edon, Ahri, are you two going to be able to get along?”

Edon, who had returned unexpectedly that morning, looked at Ahri and shrugged. “I have nothing to say to you. I’m here for the wolves,” he said. “If my brother is enough of a coward that he won’t work with us, then let him be. I will stay.”

“Edon,” Ahramin said. “Edon—I want to explain.”

“There is nothing you can say that I would like to hear,” Edon said, and his handsome face sagged with sorrow and disappointment. “Let’s just get this done.”

“I’m going to turn in early. Boys, you coming with me?”

Rafe and Malcolm followed her eagerly, like cubs. They both wanted Edon and Ahri to make up, and they were confused about Lawson’s disappearance. But they trusted her; they’d do whatever she suggested. Lawson had been right about that.

She had a lot more trouble falling asleep that night, even though the dorm room was quiet with just the boys in it. She couldn’t stop thinking about Lawson. She alternated between being furious with him and missing him desperately. What if she had another nightmare and he wasn’t there to comfort her?

It turned out she was right to worry. No sooner had she fallen asleep than she was plunged back into her dream from the night before. This time, though, she was prepared—the feeling of confusion and dual-vision was familiar, as was her own knowledge that she was dreaming and therefore somehow safe. At least for the moment.

Something was different, though. Her two perspectives were moving through a series of dark tunnels. Candles lit the path, though they only allowed her to see a few feet in front of her.

Where am I? she wondered. It felt almost like she was in a basement—she had the definite sense of being underground—but basements don’t have corridors.

She had been here once before. She remembered performances, beautiful music. Then she recognized the columns, the courtyard, and realized this was once the Theatre of Pompey, expanded and re-constructed by Caligula himself.

The theater was the entrance to the underground city, a network of paths that connected all of the empire, from Rome to Lutetia. The hidden city of the vampires, the hidden life of the Coven.

Now all she had to find was the door.