“First time here?”
“Is it that obvious?”
Kayani smiles. “There is no place like this on earth. It has been inhabited by indigenous people since the beginning of time. A holy place. At least until silver was discovered in the 1800s. Then we Navajo were rounded up and driven out. It wasn’t until the mid-1800s that we were al owed to return and 1884 before it was declared official y the Navajo’s. This is our land by right, and we wil never be driven out again.”
He speaks as if I might be planning to make an attempt at it. “Those days are over.”
He gives me a look that might be put into the “are you real y that naive?” classification — brows lowered, lips drawn back into a frown.
Is he this touchy with al the tourists? Or is it because of my connection to Frey.
Regardless, I don’t jump to the bait. Instead I sip coffee and let my gaze linger on the countryside, al the while deciding how best to broach the subject I intended to when I set out this morning. I don’t know any way to do it but to speak directly. He’l respond one way or the other — be receptive and stay or get angry and leave.
I place the cup on the table, lace my hands together and lean in toward him. “I’m sorry for your loss. I know you and Sarah were close.”
No response. No tightening of the shoulders or jaws. No sharp intake of breath. Is this stone face because he’s Navajo or because he’s a cop?
“The way you and John-John greeted each other made me suspect. And George confirmed it. I want you to know Frey was no threat to you and Sarah. He came here to see his son. That’s al.”
Kayani is watching me more closely now. Stil, he lets nothing of his own feeling show. I wis could penetrate his thoughts, figure out the best way to proceed. I can’t. So I fumble onward.
“There was a second reason we came. Had nothing to do with Frey and everything to do with me. Sarah was speaking on my behalf before the council. You may already know it.”
Final y, a response, a tiny nod of the head. I take that to mean “go on.”
Now we tred on dangerous ground. Do I tel Kayani what I am? Wil he react like George? Maybe I won’t have to admit the whole truth right now. I gather my thoughts, continue slowly.
“Frey is a Keeper of the Secrets. I assume you know that.
He is a friend of mine who has helped me through some trying times. I asked him about Sani. He told me where I could find him. Here.”
Kayani’s eyes flicker. “How do you know about Sani? The shaman’s identity is a wel — kept secret among the
“I respect that. That he was here and what he can do was passed on to me by someone else. I don’t know how this person came to know of him.”
He isn’t pleased with the answer. A scowl darkens his face. “Who else knew that you were looking for Sani?”
“George, no one else.” Chael, too, but I can’t open that can of worms until I’m ready to admit what I am.
“And he didn’t try to talk Sarah out of making the request
?”
Knowing how George feels about me, I can imagine he probably did. But since I don’t know for sure, I shake my head. “I’m not sure. We didn’t discuss it.”
“Why would you seek Sani?”
The question I’ve been dreading. I stal a moment by drawing in a breath and letting it out slowly. The act does nothing to make framing a response easier. “I have a personal reason to seek his council.” Ambiguous.
Unsuccessful.
Kayani shifts irritably. “Did you lose someone close to you?”
I should have known he would not accept such a vague response. I know I sure as hel wouldn’t. But before I can reply, Kayani adds, “Because if that’s the reason you came, you could have saved yourself a trip. Sani does not use his magic to reverse death on a whim. If he did—”
He lets his voice drop and for the first time, a spark of emotion flares through. It’s easy to finish his sentence. If Sani reversed death just because he was asked to, Kayani would have already petitioned for Sarah’s life to be restored.
Wanting something, no matter how badly, is not enough.
It strikes me that Kayani real y has no idea that I’m vampire. He’s never touched me, even to shake hands, so he’s not experienced the marble coldness of my skin.
Outwardly, unless I show my vampire face, I look human. A little thin, perhaps, with an unlined face that may make me look younger than my thirty years, but human.
“Have you spoken to George at al?”
Kayani draws himself up, his stoic mask back in place.
“No. I expect I’l talk to him later today.”
Now I have to decide. I have no doubt George wil tel Kayani about me. Would it be better to do it myself now and take my chances?
Kayani drains his cup. “I have to go.”
“You can’t stay a little longer? I have something to l with you about.”
“No.” He rises and crushes the cup in his hand. “I need to prepare. We are burying Sarah this afternoon.”
“This afternoon? I thought burial was to be in four days.”
“Sarah’s parents fear there is black magic at work. They want to bury their daughters today before a curse can be laid.” He frowns down at me. “I thought that’s why you were here. Frey sent you away until it was over.”
Kayani’s words stab at me. The man I passed on the way here. Sarah’s father come to tel Frey of their plans.
I rise, too, trying to control the uneasiness overwhelming me. If Kayani is right in his assumption, I have to get back to Frey. Because in my gut I know. I remember the expression on the old man’s face as he passed me.
Frey is facing Sarah’s hostile parent. Alone.
What did Frey say? In their eyes, he deserted Sarah and her son. He’l need support. I should be there.
Kayani and I walk out together, though I’m barely able to restrain the instinct to break and run to the Jeep. I manage to keep the alarm out of my voice long enough to ask, “Wil John-John take part in his mother’s burial?”
He shakes his head. “No. He wil stay with George at the house. It wil be a traditional burial. Only Frey, Sarah’s parents and I wil tend to Sarah and her sister. After, we wil come back to the house.”
Kayani is parked in a space marked “Police Use.” He’s stil driving the SUV I saw this morning. Rain is coming down harder now. It soaks our clothes and beads in our hair. He glances toward the sky. “Would you like a ride to your vehicle?”
“No. Thank you. I’m not far.”
His eyes are stil on the sky. “It is a sad day. Even the heavens weep.”
CHAPTER 28
I AM STARTLED BY THE SORROW IN HIS EYES. THAT HE loved Sarah is no longer conjecture. I don’t know how long they had been seeing each other, but I hope she returned his feelings. Maybe it wil offer some consolation in the dark days ahead.
He pul s out of the lot and I sprint to the Jeep, reverse the course on the GPS and start back.
Why didn’t Frey cal me when Sarah’s parents showed up to tel me about the burial?
And why did Kayani said he figured Frey sent me away?
