had come to a halt two feet from contact. Ivy, too, slid to a stop. The sound of fear rose from high-pitched voices, and every vampire in the place turned, their eyes black.
Remus had taken a hostage. And with one hand, he worked the gun from the downed officer’s holster and stood up with it, still holding the downed officer’s wrist with one foot on his shoulder. Shit. Why had I agreed to this again?
Mia and the baby were in the grip of the second officer, being slowly pulled back. She could kill them in an instant, but she only looked annoyed. The third officer had the humans and was hustling them out. The click of six safeties going off sounded loudly, and then Edden shouted, “Don’t do it, Remus! Let him go and get your face on the floor!”
“Stay back!” Remus screamed as the remaining humans and Inderlanders dove for cover. “Let go of my wife! Let go, or so help me, I’ll kill him! I broke his fucking arm, and if you don’t get back, I’ll shoot him!”
Ivy was between me and Remus, feet wide and hands out in a show of goodwill. Her body was tense, but she was about ten feet back-it was too far away for her to grab him easily but also far enough that she could evade all but the most accurate bullet. Jenks had vanished into the ceiling somewhere; I’d be willing to bet he could dust someone’s eyes in half a second if he wanted to. Edden and the rest of the FIB officers had frozen, not wanting to trip the man into further action-but it was Mia who was the real threat. From across the court, I.S. officials were watching with concern, not wanting to have to take action. Mia sniping a human in corners and dark alleys could be overlooked to promote a greater peace. Murdering FIB officers in the mall would force them to react, and neither party was eager for a war.
Mia’s lips were open and her pale eyes were narrow in anger. Holly’s voice was high, complaining, and the banshee looked insulted as she jerked out of the grip of the FIB officer holding her. Upstairs, the people behind the gates pressed close, trying to see, thinking they were safe. A cool draft replaced the fleeing Inderlanders and humans.
“I said back off!” Remus shouted, glancing up at the people whispering from the second floor. “Let my wife go! You’re hurting my baby! Let them both go!” Eyes wide and wild, he looked to the front of the mall. “I want a car! Get me a car!”
Edden shook his head. “Remus, we can’t let you out of here. Put the gun on the floor and lay down with your hands on your head. I promise you no one will hurt your wife or baby.”
Remus looked panicked. The officer he had pinned under his knee was sweating, panting in pain, expression tight and probably kicking himself for letting Remus get his gun. The I.S. personnel inched closer. Ivy didn’t move, but I saw her tense. So did Mia.
“Stop!” she shrilled, letting the toddler slip gently to the floor, where the little girl stood, gripping her mother’s leg, her eyes wide, and silent at last. “Remus, stop,” she said softly, her voice elegant and holding an odd accent. “This isn’t going to help me. This isn’t going to help Holly. Listen to me. You’re going to hurt Holly if you do this. She needs a real father, Remus, not a dead memory. She needs you!”
The man brought his attention from the upper floors and focused it on his wife. Grief marked his expression. “They’ll take you from me,” he begged. “Mia, I can get us away. I can keep you safe.”
“No.” Mia started for Remus, and Ivy intercepted her, holding her in a loose but unbreakable grip, six feet back. Holly wobbled unsteadily after her, again latching on to her mother’s leg for support. The I.S. personnel watched, tensing.
One hand on her daughter’s blond head, Mia gave Ivy a mocking look, then focused on Remus. “Love,” she said, her well-born voice full of persuasion. “It’s going to be all right.” She glanced at Ivy, and in a voice carrying strong conviction, she said, “Let me go. I can calm him. If you don’t, he’s going to kill that officer before you can move, and I will lose the only man I can love. You know what he means to me. Let me go.”
Ivy’s grip tightened, and Mia frowned. “I can give him peace,” she insisted. “It’s what I do.”
“You hurt my friend,” Ivy said softly, and a shiver ran through me at her anger.
“It was an accident,” Mia responded coldly. “Leaving him like that was a bad decision. We will accept our mistake and do what’s necessary to make reparations. I have not lived this long by risking my life or letting my instincts rule me. I can calm him.” Her voice changed, becoming softer, but her eyes were almost black with what looked like vampire hunger. “No one will get hurt,” she said. “Let me go. The law can decide what is just.”
Yeah, like I believe that.
Remus’s breathing was harsh, and the man under him was gasping in pain, eyes trying to stay open as the agony pulled them shut. Mia hadn’t said “trust me,” but I’d heard it. Ivy must have, too, for she hesitated only briefly before she slowly released the banshee. My pulse hammered as the woman stood free, shaking her coat as if she were shaking off the memory of Ivy’s touch.
Edden shouted, “Back off!” and I felt the tension wind tighter even as everyone retreated. A faint dusting of gold was sifting down, and Jenks dropped to my shoulder.
Mia picked up Holly, and with the toddler on her hip, she went to Remus as calmly as if they were shopping for peanut butter. “Let the officer go,” she said, laying a light hand on his shoulder.
“They will separate us,” he pleaded. Behind him, FIB officers were creeping closer, but Edden waved them to a stop when Mia caught sight of them. “I love you, Mia,” Remus said, desperate. “I love Holly. I can’t live without both of you. I can’t go back to that place in my head.”
Mia made a shushing noise and smiled at him. “Let the man go,” she said, and I wondered if this had played out in their living room before they had fled, leaving Glenn for dead. “Once they hear what happened, we can return to the way we were.”
I doubted that, but Remus shifted in uncertainty. Around me, the officers tensed.
“Let them cuff you,” she whispered, the small woman on tiptoe to almost whisper the words in his ear. “I will protect you. We will not be separated. If you love me, trust me.”
My eyes narrowed in suspicion. Trust me? Jenks’s wings clattered, and I glanced at him.
“I don’t li-i-i-ike this,” he said in a singsong voice.
Yeah. Me either. I was a witch, damn it. Banshees were way out of my league.
Mia put a small hand against his cheek, and with Holly happily babbling between them, Remus exhaled, his shoulders slumping and his chin dropping to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he said, carefully sliding the safety on the gun before tossing it to spin on the floor, away from everyone.
“Thank you, love,” she said, smiling, and I wondered if the young-seeming but age-old woman was going to throw him to the mercy of the court, letting him take the blame for Glenn’s injuries while she hid behind the excuse of being a bystander. She was up to something. I could feel it.
Remus let go of the man’s wrist, and the FIB officer cried out in relief. Edden gestured, and the men behind Remus moved, jerking him off their fellow officer and cuffing him. From the other side of the food court, the I.S. officers buzzed, some of them swearing, most laughing. Ivy pulled herself together, trying to find her usual svelte elegance. Her eyes were black when they met mine. A pulse of fear went through me, then vanished. She looked away, and I resolved to keep my distance for a while. I should have brought my perfume…
“Be careful!” Mia demanded as the officers handled Remus roughly. A woman cop had closed in on her and Holly, and seeing it, Remus stopped, his arm muscles straining and a fearful look in his eyes.
“No,” Mia demanded in a high voice before Remus could react. “Don’t separate us. I can keep him calm. I never wanted to cause any trouble. We were just sitting there.”
Jenks snickered from my shoulder. “Didn’t want to cause trouble. Does she really think we’re buying that crap?”
“Yeah, but look at him,” I said, gesturing at the man. Under Ivy’s watchful attention, Mia had rejoined him, and he was again docile. Meek, almost. Creepy, definitely. It was easier this way, and less embarrassing, seeing that the I.S. was watching. Not to mention the news vans out front. If it hadn’t been for Ivy, this would’ve been a lot more difficult. As long as Mia didn’t want to cause trouble, Ivy could keep her in line, and with that, Remus would do the same.
Beside me, Edden huffed in satisfaction. “Got ’em both, when they were too afraid to even try,” he said to me, gesturing with his chin to the I.S. But I had my doubts that this was over. From Mia’s words, I guessed she thought all we wanted was Remus. When she found out we were after her as well, things might get ugly.
“I don’t like this,” I murmured to Edden, thinking this was too easy, and he gave me an insulted look. Okay, so we had her walking to the door, but she was not going to meekly let us take her baby. She lived with a serial killer, for crying out loud! That she was pushing him around should be a big warning to Edden. “This isn’t over,” I
