Wrong Side Of Dead (34 page)

“It’s an interesting theory,” Elder Dane said, not convinced.

“We’ve dealt with this psycho before,” I said. “He doesn’t do anything half-assed, and he doesn’t walk into a room without an exit strategy.”

“We should inform the royal Fathers,” Astrid said. “If they decide there is a threat, it might be safer for them to evacuate the city. At least for the short term.”

“Agreed,” Marcus said.

One more outcome I was helpless to directly affect. If
Thackery had a redundancy in place, he wouldn’t tell. Or he’d tell us just in time for us to watch it kill every vampire who’d ever used Matthew Goodson’s sunscreen.

“Did the Assembly reach a majority regarding Jenner’s death?” I asked.

Elder Dane gave me one of those looks usually reserved for stuff you scrape off the bottom of your shoe. “Assembly decisions are not your concern,” he said.

“The hell they aren’t. I work here, too, and Michael Jenner was a friend of mine. Not to mention the fact that Thackery’s pups are holding on to my goddaughter and her mother, and killing Thackery too soon means they die.”

My spiel seemed to throw Dane for a moment. He frowned at me. “You aren’t arguing to spare Thackery’s life?”

“Hell, no, I’ll dance on the bastard’s grave when he’s finally in it. One man’s death cannot replace the loss of Michael Jenner, to both his Clan and to the Assembly. All I ask for is time. Time to find Aurora and Ava, and to find the three Lupa children before Thackery is killed.”

“And you believe you can do this?”

“I have to try.”

“How much time do you require?”

Please, oh please, let this be a yes. “Well, Thackery’s deadline for reporting back to the Lupa is seven o’clock tonight. If he doesn’t, the last child of a nearly extinct Clan dies.”

Something in Elder Dane’s face softened. I’d hit a nerve. “To ransom a child is the mark of a true monster,” he said. “I can give you until seven-thirty. After that, the Equi Elder will demand his justice.”

“Thank you, Elder Dane.”

“Just find the child and her mother.” He glanced past me. “And contain him. The Assembly will rule on our
position on his status at a later time. Too much else is of greater concern to us.”

I didn’t care if we ranked below his laser wart removal—I’d bought us time. Both to find Aurora and Ava, and to help Wyatt get a handle on his new dual nature before it drove him bat shit crazy. Or worse.

Elder Dane left with Astrid close behind. Marcus lingered in the doorway, his gaze on the man behind me. “Can you handle him?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “Where’s Gina?”

“Awaiting word. Shall I send her in?”

“Yes. Get her up to speed, then have her come with Dr. Vansis so he can draw some blood.”

“All right.”

“Three fingers, huh?”

Marcus smiled wickedly. “Two fingers and a thumb. Right hand.”

“Damn.” I glanced at my left hand and the smooth bump where my pinkie used to be. This time I felt a tiny nudge of satisfaction.

“Small comfort to Jenner’s widow and children.”

“True.”

Marcus slipped out.

“Evy?” Wyatt asked.

I turned. Squatted in front of him. His mouth was pinched, the tips of his canines peeking out beneath his upper lip. Eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Jenner is dead,” he said in such a way as to be convincing himself.

Uh-oh. “Yes, he is. We killed the werewolf who attacked you, and then we trapped and killed two more. Thackery was angry, so he killed Michael Jenner as payback.”

“You killed two more.”

“Yes.”

“I’m so confused, Evy.” He rubbed his eyes with his
fingertips, then squeezed the bridge of his nose. “My mind is racing with so many thoughts. Not all of them mine, I don’t think. I’m angry about Jenner, and I’m angry at you for killing the Lupa. I shouldn’t be angry at both. The Lupa are our enemies, but I’m one of them.”

“No, you aren’t one of them,” I said. “You are still a human being in all of the ways that count.”

He bared his teeth. “I want to hurt you for hurting them.”

“But you won’t.” And there was no way in hell I’d tell him that Phin was the one who’d actually killed two of them. I’d rather have Wyatt angry at me than at one of the Lupa’s natural enemies. Truman versus el Chimal was not an epic showdown I had an interest in witnessing.

“All of this anger, Evy, it burns. I want to release it, but I don’t know how, except to fight or hurt, but I don’t want to do that.”

“What about exercise? We can go to the gym or to an empty store so you can run and burn some energy.”

“Maybe. It might help. Oh God, you smell good.”

Any other day, I’d have thought that a compliment. Right now it was just creepy as hell. “Don’t think about what you smell. Tell me what you see.”

“I see you.” His gaze traveled over me, around the room. “White walls. A bed. A monitor. But it’s different. Sharper. It all seems … brighter. Are my eyes different?”

“Your sight’s definitely improved. And your eyes kind of changed color.”

“Silver?”

“Yeah.”

“Will they change back?”

The plaintive sorrow in his voice made me ache for him. “I don’t know. I hope so. The Lupa are bi-shifters. Maybe once you get a handle on the wolf, you can control the change.”

“Maybe.” He didn’t sound convinced.

A hand knocked softly on the door frame. If Wyatt had been a wolf, his ears would have perked and swiveled toward the sound. Instead, he sat up a little straighter, attention fixed on the door where Kismet and Dr. Vansis stood. Kismet’s face was blank, collected and calm, even though her left hand shook slightly. “May we come in?” she asked.

I looked at Wyatt, who seemed to defer the decision to me. “Yes,” I said. “Slowly, please.”

She took a few steps in and stopped. I really didn’t blame her.

Vansis put a small tray down on the foot of the bed. “Mr. Truman, may I draw some blood from your arm? I’d like to run a few tests.”

“You smell strange,” Wyatt said. “I don’t like it.”

On a list of absurd ways to answer a question about drawing blood, that definitely ranked at the top.

“I’m Ursia,” Vansis said, sounding completely unperturbed by the response. “Is that perhaps what you smell?”

“I don’t know. Do Ursia smell like tar?”

Tar? I glanced at Kismet, who was making a valiant effort to maintain her composure.

“It’s possible we smell like tar to a Lupa. To me, you smell earthy, like wet cardboard.”

Wyatt blinked. “Evy stays?”

“Yes, she may stay. It will only take a moment.”

“Okay.”

He held out his right arm while Vansis prepared his needle. I sat down next to Wyatt and held his left hand tightly in mine, ready and able to block him from attacking Vansis if he was startled or accidentally provoked. I didn’t doubt that Vansis could handle himself in a fight, but I didn’t want Wyatt living with the guilt of attacking
anyone
, much less his doctor.

“Look at me,” I said.

He did, and he didn’t look away. Vansis described
what he was doing in detail before doing it. He worked with a light touch, tying the tourniquet, swabbing the interior of Wyatt’s elbow, finding the vein. Wyatt winced only once, when the needle first pierced his skin. Vansis carefully attached the first vacuum tube, and it began to fill with red.

He collected three vials of blood, and with each one Wyatt gripped my hand tighter. Perspiration appeared across his forehead and upper lip. He breathed harder through his mouth. He hadn’t once blinked. His control was slipping.

“Almost done,” I said.

Vansis placed a cotton ball over the site and pulled out the needle. “Please bend your elbow.”

Wyatt did. Once his physical contact with Vansis was over and the doctor had moved away with his samples, Wyatt shuddered. His grip on my hand loosened; my bones ached.

“One more small request,” Vansis said. He held up two cotton swabs. “May I swab your mouth?”

Wyatt blinked hard a few times, as if reminding himself of what exactly that entailed. I’d never seen him so muddled, not even when he was falling-down drunk. “Why?” he asked.

“I would like to measure the amount of the Lupa virus present in your saliva. I’d like to know how dangerous it is if you happen to bite someone.”

Wyatt considered that. “I think I’d like to know, too.” He opened his mouth without further prompting.

Dr. Vansis worked quickly, dropping each swab into its own test tube and capping it with a rubber stopper. “When you’re up to it, Mr. Truman, I’d like to do a complete physical.”

“Maybe later,” I said. He’d had enough. I could see it in the way he’d curled into himself and wrapped his arms around his middle.

“Of course.” He collected his tray and left.

Wyatt stayed huddled on the floor. Kismet hadn’t moved from her spot by the door. I was at a bit of a loss as to my next step. I needed to get out there and do something to find Ava and Aurora, but I couldn’t just leave Wyatt like this. He needed me.

I crossed to Kismet, who had yet to lose her shell-shocked stare. “Do you have any weapons on you?” I asked.

Her left hand reached around to the small of her back. “Gun, why?”

“Just checking.”

“Why is she here?” Wyatt asked. He didn’t sound suspicious or upset, just curious.

“She’s my backup,” I replied. “I figured if someone had to kill you for killing me, you’d want it to be a friend.”

“Oh.”

Kismet’s glare left little doubt that she was not pleased with my logic.

“Evy, please tell me what’s going on,” he said.

I sat down across from him, keeping us on even ground. “We captured Thackery and we found most of the kidnapped Therians. He was using their blood to stabilize his half-Bloods. It’s why Felix was so rational.”

“Therian blood. Seems so simple.”

“It does, only he says they didn’t drink it. He injected them with it, which is what made the difference.”

“But he killed Jenner.”

“Yes. Because we killed his wolves.”

Annoyance flickered across his face. “Right. But you’re still looking for Aurora and Ava?”

“Yes. Thackery had them in a different location. His three surviving Lupa have them, and he says that they’ll be killed if Thackery isn’t released by seven o’clock. And we can’t do that.”

“Seven o’clock today? What time is it?”

“Getting close to three, I think.”

“Damn.”

“They could be anywhere. Thackery isn’t talking. The Assembly is going to want him dead no matter what, and my goddaughter is out there, Wyatt.” My voice cracked. “I don’t know what to do.”

He closed his eyes and pressed both palms against his temples, like someone warding off an impending headache. “Part of me is glad the Lupa have the Coni women, and I hate that, Evy. Shit!”

I hated hearing him say those words. “But I know the stronger part of you wants them returned safe and sound.
That
part of you would never wish harm on a woman and her child.”

“Don’t be so sure.” He looked at me with haunted eyes. “Don’t forget Rain. Don’t forget the people I’ve hurt to make the Triads work.”

Rain had been a terrible mistake. Four and a half years ago, the young were-fox had been ordered executed for falling in love with a human. A human Hunter who’d been one of Wyatt’s. Wyatt had taken the execution order to protect the other Triad Hunters from knowing such an order had been placed, and her death still haunted him. Her only crime—falling in love.

Sometimes we all commit that particular crime.

“You didn’t want to kill Rain.”

“Maybe they don’t want to kill Aurora and Ava.”

My mental brakes ground to a halt on that one. It had never occurred to me that the Lupa would be anything except loyal, ready to agree with anything Thackery said and to do his bidding, no questions asked. “But they will, unless he tells them to stop.”

“Yes. They’re his. They’ll listen.”

“Not by choice.”

“No.”

“The Lupa are fiercely independent,” Phineas said, his voice an unwelcome interruption. He’d scrubbed himself of the black paint, remaining shirtless in his blue jeans and sneakers.

I expected Wyatt to growl or snarl, maybe even jerk to attention. Instead, he gave Phin a cool glare, then nodded. “Yes,” he said. “I feel that, a rebellion against rules. Against order. An embrace of chaos.”

Embrace of chaos—the very opposite of Wyatt Truman in every way.

“Is that why the Lupa were hunted?” I asked. “Their independent nature meant they’d never submit to the rule of the Assembly, and they created chaos everywhere they went, and so were ordered to be executed?”

“Yes,” Phin said. “Thousands of human lives were saved.”

“By killing Lupa,” Wyatt said.

“Yes.”

“My people.”

“You are more human than Lupa, Wyatt Truman,” Phin said. “With a human woman who loves you very much. Do not allow the Lupa in you to drive her away.”

And then came the growling I was hoping to avoid. “I thought you’d be cheering me on to embrace the wolf,” Wyatt replied.

“Why is that?”

“You want her.”

I would have laughed at the absurdity of his logic if I didn’t think it would piss him off even more. He was actually jealous of Phin. My temper flared to life. “You asshole,” I said.

Wyatt blinked, stunned into silence by my challenge.

“After everything we’ve been through,” I continued. “Four years in the Triads, losing Jesse and Ash, my resurrection … after Olsmill and Call and Thackery and getting blown up twice—no, three times … after what
we did in that cabin with our combined Gifts and falling in love with you—you asshole!”

Maybe it was my tone, maybe the short trip down Memory Lane tripped something in his mind, but Wyatt’s entire expression softened. Shards of black flickered behind the silver in his eyes, and his elongated canines seemed to shrink just a hair. His humanity was peeking through, and I wasn’t even done yelling.

“You really think that you dying would send me running into Phin’s arms for comfort? You think his master plan is to see me completely shattered by your death, so he can be there to pick up the pieces? You think that little of both of us? Fuck you!”