and relocate were to pack and meet at the departure dock for the steamer the next morning. The vampires, looking slightly panicked, dashed off to gather belongings and then, sticking close to Ivy, escorted her, her husband, her daughter, and her acting troupe back to the hotel.
Alexia was left in the hive house with Matakara’s dead body, Madame Lefoux, Prudence, and Lord Maccon. Her daughter was exhausted beyond her childish capacities and was sitting in a sobbing heap. Her husband was still a wolf. During Ivy’s metamorphosis, Floote had disappeared.
Madame Lefoux gave Alexia a long look and then climbed up to examine the vampire queen’s body and chair with studied interest, pointedly leaving Alexia to work out her family affairs on her own.
Alexia went over and scooped up Prudence, cuddling the sobbing baby close. She simply stood like that, glaring at her husband, tapping one foot.
Finally, Lord Maccon shifted form.
“Explain yourself,” said his lady wife in a very decided tone of voice.
“Floote found me badly injured and imprisoned among his men and tended to me until he could get me out of the plague zone,” Lord Maccon explained.
Alexia thought about her former butler. “His men? Ah. While I am very grateful to him for seeing to you, wayward husband, it does seem to me that it was his men who caused all the fuss in the first place.”
Lord Maccon said, “According to Floote, they didn’t know who you were. He has given them new instructions.”
“I should hope so.” Alexia paused, considering her next move. “Do you think we’ll ever find him?”
Lord Maccon shook his head. “Not if he doesn’t want to be found. Floote has a whole network here, and familiarity with the terrain, and no werewolves to track him in the God-Breaker Zone.”
“I suppose that saves us from determining what to do with a butler who goes around killing people. It certainly reflects badly upon our domestic staff. Still, I shall miss him. There was a man who knew how to brew a good cup of tea.” Alexia was sad to lose her dear old companion, but she also knew it was for the best. She should hate to have to put him on trial or turn him over to Lady Kingair.
“Did Floote tell you it was all based on a deal my father made with Matakara?”
“He did.”
Alexia asked her husband, “What are we to do about it?”
Lord Maccon came over to her tentatively, unsure whether she forgave him yet for dying on her, unsure whether he forgave her yet for lying to him.
Alexia could sense his uncertainty. She was having none of any such silliness anymore. She closed the gap between them and curled herself against his nakedness, bracketing Prudence against his large form so that the baby was in close contact with both her parents.
Prudence gave a little murmur of approval.
Conall sighed, giving over his resentment, and wrapped his family tight in his strong arms. He pressed small kisses against Alexia’s temple and against his daughter’s head.
The earl cleared his throat, still holding Alexia tight against him. The words rumbled in the massive chest so close to her ear. “I have been giving some thought to my retirement.”
“Indeed, how very unusual of you. From BUR, or from the pack?”
“Both. I purchased property, in Cairo, shortly after we arrived.”
Alexia tilted her head back and looked to her husband in confusion. “Conall, what is this?”
“A strategic retreat, my love. I thought, when Prudence has grown, we might return here, together. Take long walks, eat pastries, play, uh, backgammon or whatnot.”
“In the God-Breaker Zone… but you’ll grow old and die!”
“As will you.” Conall began stroking her back in a soothing manner.
“Yes, but I was
“Now we can do it together.”
“My love, that’s a very chivalric thought, but there is no need to be nonsensical in matters of the heart.”
The earl stopped petting his wife and leaned a little away from her so he could look down into her upturned face. His tawny eyes were serious. “My dear, I am getting old. Older than you think. I will not allow myself to become one of
Alexia, practical to the last, actually considered this. “Well, no. But, dear, are you quite certain?”
“You like it here, don’t you, my love?”
Alexia tilted her head. “Well, it’s warm, and the food is tasty.”
“That’s settled, then.”
Lady Maccon was not one to give in so easily as that. “We will have to bring a great deal of tea with us when we relocate.” She was quite firm on
“We could start a tea-import business,” suggested her husband. “Something to keep you entertained in your old age.”
“Trade! Really, I don’t know…” Alexia trailed off thoughtfully.
Madame Lefoux, all forgotten until that moment, jumped down off the throne platform to join them. “It’s very romantic, his wanting to die with you.”
“
“Can I come and join you as well?” She sidled up to Alexia and winked at her.
“Genevieve, you don’t know when to give up, do you?”
Conall wore a very amused expression.
“Can you imagine the things I could build without supernatural or governmental interference?”
“Good gracious me, what a terrifying thought. You may visit us, Genevieve, but that is all.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Shall we?” suggested Conall, gesturing at the exit.
The four of them filed out of the now-abandoned hive house. Alexia paused to turn and look at it thoughtfully. They might make use of it as well. After all, Alexandria was a port city. If they were going to import tea… “Oh, dear, Prudence, I’m already thinking like a tradeswoman.”
“No,” said Prudence.
Conall stepped out into the street. Alexia considered reminding her husband he was naked and then gave up. In Alexandria, they were bound to be a spectacle whatever they did.
She shifted her daughter to her other hip. The baby’s eyes were half closed and she was nodding off, the victim of an exciting night. “Come along, then, Prudence, my dear.”
“No,” muttered Prudence softly.
Madame Lefoux said, “Have you ever considered that she might be saying no because she doesn’t like her name? She never says no when you use an endearment.”
Alexia stopped, floored by the idea. “Do you think? Is that true, my little puggle?” She used Lord Akeldama’s favorite moniker for Prudence.
“Yes,” said Prudence.
“Prudence?”
“No!” said Prudence.
“Goodness, Genevieve, you may be on to something. What should we call her, do you think?”
“Well, she has an excessive number of names. Why not wait until she’s a little older? She can choose for herself. Can’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes!” said Prudence, most categorically.
“There, you see? Takes after her mother already.”
“What could you mean by that?” queried Alexia archly.
“Likes her own way, doesn’t she?” suggested the Frenchwoman with a dimpled smile.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” replied Lady Maccon with a great deal of dignity. With which she took off at a brisk pace, keeping an eye to her husband’s rather distinguished backside as it wandered down the street under the waning Egyptian moon.
