One Foot in the Grave

“No, why, are you jealous?” he bluntly asked.

“No, are you?”

“Not at all. Just annoyed at her spite toward you, but that’s been dealt with.”

“Tate called me a necrophiliac once.” There was an edge to my voice. “I’ll have to return the compliment.”

“You just did. He’s listening, I can feel it.”

Was he? Nosy prick. He knew I didn’t like Annette. She wasn’t the only one being spiteful. Another thought registered. “You knew last night, didn’t you?”

Bones inclined his head in acknowledgment. “You can forget asking me why I didn’t tell you. Not for worlds would I have interrupted us, and if he chose to stay, that was his prerogative. Never fear-I forgot about him at once, because you demanded all my attention.”

As I lathered my hair, I decided I wasn’t upset at Bones. After all, it was pretty damn difficult to even shower and not throw him back on the bed. My modesty might still be outraged, but the rest of me wasn’t.

Bones inhaled, his eyes glinting as he caught my scent. “I’m going downstairs. I can’t be so close to you without wanting you, and there’s no time.”

He left in a swish of motion, making me smile as I resumed washing.

Four heads swiveled in my direction when I came down. The kitchen table was full. Since most of the chairs were broken from yesterday, we were short a seat. Bones pulled me onto his lap without pausing in his conversation with Rodney, tapping the plate of food in front of him.

“Eat something. Can’t have you getting faint because you keep skipping meals.”

“I’m amazed she can even walk,” Tate griped without looking up. “You must have given her a gallon of blood after what I heard last night.”

“Is that any concern of yours?” Bones coolly inquired, tightening his grip when I would have risen to smack Tate. “At work you have your seniority, Kitten, but he’s on personal ground now, so those rules don’t apply.”

“I’d keep a lid on it if I were you, Tate,” I warned. “Nice to see you walking without a limp, too, or are you? You’re seated so I can’t tell.”

Tate didn’t back down. “You’re the one who said once you go dead, no one’s better in bed. Thought I’d see if you were right.”

Rodney laughed. “You said that, Cat?”

Bones gave me a sideways smirk. “Happy to represent my kind,” he assured me.

I glared at Tate, but then my mouth twitched. His did, too, and he grunted once in bemusement. “Christ, Cat, can you imagine Dave looking down on us now? He probably doesn’t believe his eyes. Breakfast with a table of vampires.”

Tears clouded my eyes at the mention of Dave. Tate glanced away in embarrassment at the sudden moisture in his own gaze.

“Wish we would have had you with us that day, deadhead,” Tate said gruffly to Bones. “At least you could have probably saved him with that turbo blood of yours. Cat couldn’t get enough in him, even when she squeezed the other vamp like a sponge. If you can keep that from happening again, maybe it’s worth having you on the team. Even though I can’t stand you.”

Instead of being offended, Bones tapped his chin thoughtfully. He exchanged a glance with Rodney, and then turned me around more fully in his lap.

“Kitten, you didn’t tell me you poured vampire blood on your friend as he died. Did he swallow any of it?”

“Juan made him swallow a little, but God, Bones, Dave had been missing almost half his throat. He bled to death before it could heal all the way.”

“Tricky,” Rodney stated.

I shot him a look. “A lot more than tricky. He was a friend.”

The ghoul started to open his mouth when Bones cut him off.

“Not now, mate. Kitten, the timetable’s been moved up. While you were sleeping, Ian called me and said he’d gotten information on your location. We knew it was only a matter of time, though I would have preferred another week or two to get everything in place. No matter, the die is cast. I told Ian I’d found you myself just last night, and that I’d have hostages for him later today. Ian was overjoyed, and he’s assembling a welcoming party. Bloody bloke always did like things flashy.”

I stiffened. “Okay, well, then we do this tonight. I’ll tell Don, we’ll get the rest of the guys assembled, and… we’ll settle things.”

“Actually, luv, there are a few problems. Ian wasn’t satisfied when I told him I had three of your men as collateral. He wants more, and he’s dispatched someone to get it.”

A chill ran up my spine. “What’s more?”

“Noah,” Tate bluntly supplied. “And that’s not even the punch line.”

“Do you mind?” Bones glared at Tate before continuing. “Your rash bloke is correct, Kitten, and that’s the second problem. Ian figures he’ll kill one of your men in front of you, both as incentive for you to heed his demands, and as payback for you slaying his butler Magnus. Ian intends to save Noah for the coup de grace, however, because whoever gave him information about you didn’t know you’d broken up with Noah. Furthermore, he sent your father, Max, to get Noah, since apparently Max offered to do it.”

I shoved the plate away and vaulted off his lap. “Don’s watching Noah’s place, right? We’ll catch Max, that piece of shit, and I’ll kill him. It’ll make my whole existence.”

Bones shook his head. “We can’t, luv. If we do that, Ian will know we’re playing him false. How else would you have a team of vampire killers there at the ready? We’ll lose our advantage of surprise, and I’m not endangering you that way. Why do you think Max offered to go? He’s probably intending to set Noah up as his own blackmail and then kill you on sight! Ian doesn’t know that, but we do. Don’t fret; I’m sending Rodney to ensure Noah’s safety. He’ll grab him first and beat Max to it. Ian’s not going to kill Noah-he thinks he’s too valuable. Max, on the other hand, would do just that to enrage you into coming after him.”

“You go,” I said at once. “Rodney, it’s nothing against you, but if something goes wrong…if Max shows up sooner than you expect, I want someone there who’ll scare my father into not pulling any tricks. That’s you, Bones. You’re not just an old vampire with a badass hit man reputation, you’re higher up in Ian’s line and Max knows it. He wouldn’t dare try shit with you around, and without you, I have visions of Noah’s tombstone dancing in my head.”

“No,” Bones said inflexibly. “I’m going to be with you, helping to capture Ian’s guards. Annette can accompany Rodney to get Noah, if you’re concerned about Max.”

“Please,” I scoffed. “Like Annette would care if things went wrong with Noah. It would hardly break her heart if Noah died, or yours, for that matter, but it means something to me!”

It was a low thing to say, but still true. Bones lifted a shoulder in admission.

“Left to myself, I couldn’t give a rot if Noah dies. I won’t deny that. But you’d suffer for it, and that I do bother about.”

“I’ll take Annette.” The words flew out without much forethought. “She can come with me as backup to help with Ian’s guards, then you can be with Rodney to get Noah.”

Bones gave me a look like I’d gone crazy, which wasn’t a far trip for me. “You think I’d let you attack a group of vampires-a group you’re not even intending to kill, which as we all know makes it bloody harder-while I’m off securing your pet vet?”

His scathing delivery on those last two words made me even more determined to ensure Noah’s protection. Rodney would know Bones wouldn’t really be upset if anything happened to Noah. Annette would know it, too. But if Bones went himself…then he’d feel honor-bound to make sure Noah was kept safe. No matter how much he didn’t like him.

“Actually, it would work better this way,” I said, improvising. “We can assume two things: one, the guards won’t know who I am at first, thanks to my brown hair, and two, once they do realize who I am, they’ll try not to kill me. Ian would be pissed at being denied his prize, right? They’d know that. I’m safer with them than anyone else.”

“It may indeed work better, Crispin,” Annette offered. “They’d be less likely to suspect an ambush if they thought we were there for their…entertainment.”

Bones didn’t respond for a long moment, then he turned to Annette and smiled coldly at her.