couple, who hadn’t said much all night. When we were all out, Bones lifted me up onto the counter of the fake bar, since my hands were full, and let out a whistle that pierced even over the loud music.
“Shut that noise off,” he barked, giving a menacing green glare to the puzzled vampire in what I assumed was the DJ box.
The pumping techno beat was silenced. There were sounds of protest that cut off when people saw me. You could say I stood out, what with being perched on a bar holding four severed heads by their hair.
“I’ll make this quick so you can get back to your fun. I’m the Red Reaper, and these four”-I held the heads up for better viewing-“took their games too far by killing my kind. If it happens again here, I’ll come back.”
Two hundred pairs of eyes stared at us, and most of them didn’t come with heartbeats. Inside I tensed. Who knew how this would go? Things could get very unpleasant very fast.
Bones held out his hand to help me down, and I dropped my grisly trophies and took it.
Maybe some of them recognized who he was, or could guess. Or maybe it was simple apathy. Either way, one by one, the humans and nonhumans pulled back until there was a clear path from our position to the door. Bones set me down from the bar, and all of us walked uninterrupted to the exit.
“Un-fucking-real,” Tate muttered when we reached the parking lot.
“Which just shows you how much you have to learn,” Bones replied.
THIRTEEN
BONES ANDIDROVE TO DENISE’S THE NEXT day. I hadn’t seen my best friend in a while, what with gearing up for Tate’s change and then the whole aftermath of my kidnapping. So just to hang out with her and relax was nice. Denise also knew everything about me, Bones, vampires, ghouls, and even the war we were in. I had to call her and explain the reason behind her abrupt relocation, after all. Don probably just told her and her husband, Randy, to pack without giving any reason why.
Their new house was on the outskirts of Memphis. It was a good thing Randy was a private computer consultant and could work wherever, because I would have hated to be the cause of him losing his job. Denise had quit her job shortly after they got married, so again, I was spared some guilt. They hadn’t said anything, but I thought they were trying for a baby. It would explain her sudden interest in things she’d never bothered with before. Case in point, she made dinner for us instead of ordering out. Definitely a new trait.
“This is really good,” I enthused, helping myself to more pot roast. “We’ll have to come here for the holidays. As you know, I burn water.”
Denise grinned. “Or you could have your own party and let Rodney cook. Didn’t you tell me he was amazing in the kitchen?”
“Oh, he is,” I answered, mouth still full. Then I cocked my head. “Bones, how dangerous would it be for us to have a Christmas party?”
He considered the question. “Have to only invite a few people, but I don’t think it would be cause for any real alarm.”
I swallowed as the idea grew in my mind. “I’ve never done that kind of thing before. My grandparents weren’t social butterflies and I didn’t much feel like entertaining during the years we were apart. Our guesthouse is finished, so we’d have plenty of room. We can’t have our wedding right now, but we can have a small holiday party. It’ll be our first Christmas together, Bones.”
He smiled at me. “That’s an excellent reason to celebrate, and I know Rodney would be delighted to come and cook. It’s his favorite pastime.”
Denise clapped her hands. “Oh, it’ll be so cool. I’ve never celebrated a holiday with dead people before!”
Randy rolled his eyes, but Bones just laughed. “Yes, that usually does make for a more interesting time than a midnight Mass at church, I suspect.”
“We’ll have to invite my mother, too,” I said. “In fact, she’s not that far from here. Rodney’s place is what? About an hour away?”
Bones nodded. “Yes. Want to visit her next?”
I considered my options. If she knew I’d been this close to her and hadn’t stopped by, I’d never hear the end of it. Okay, so that was settled.
“We’ll drop by. God knows she’ll be there. The woman never goes out.”
“When’s her new place going to be ready?” Denise asked.
“Next week. I think Don deliberately took a while relocating her out of Rodney’s to pay her back for some of the grief she’s heaped over him in the past. There’s no reason it should have taken so long to get her a safe place, not that I’ll tell her that.”
Denise got up, rummaged in her pantry for a minute, and then came out with an unopened bottle of gin.
“Here. If you’re going to your mother’s, you’ll need this.”
We said our goodbyes to Denise and Randy an hour later and headed off to my mother’s temporary residence. It had been a pleasant drive through the country, very relaxing-until suddenly Bones cocked his head to the side as if concentrating, and then stomped on the gas pedal.
“What’s wrong?”
He’d said moments ago that we were almost there. Alarmed, I strained my ears, but my range wasn’t as far as his. All I could hear were the sounds from various families as we whizzed by their homes.
“Don’t bleedin’ believe it,” Bones chuckled.
“What!”
He continued to streak through the streets at a high rate of speed. “Oh, you’ll see. And you’ll need that bottle Denise gave you.”
I figured there wasn’t a bloodbath going on, because he still grinned with maniacal humor. Hopefully the sound of my mother being axed to death wouldn’t make him so gleeful. When we pulled up in the driveway of what I assumed had to be Rodney’s house, all I heard was her fumbling around and muttering curses. What was unusual about that?
Bones darted out of the car without even turning the engine off and pounded on the door hard enough to rattle the windows.
“Open up, Justina, or I’ll break down this door!”
The front door flung open as I approached at a slower rate than Bones had. Someone had to turn the car off, after all.
Bones went right past my mother, ignoring her demands to stay out. He gave her a wicked rake of the eyes, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.
“Well. As I don’t live and breathe. Justina, hair’s a bit disheveled, luv, been cleaning house? No? And your face…if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was flushed. Back when I was a degenerate whore, as you like to say, I’d see women look like you do all the time. After they wereshagging.”
My mouth dropped and I took in her appearance. She was wearing only a robe, her brown hair was indeed going every which way, her face was distinctly colored, and holy shit, was that ahickey on her neck?
“You filthy animal, get out of here,” she commanded Bones.
He laughed so hard it bent him double. “Really, that’s a bit of the pot calling the kettle black now, isn’t it? And to think how Kitten used to be terrified about you finding out she was shagging a vampire. You can’t say much about that anymore, can you? Come on down, mate, take a bow! I stand in abject awe.”
“Bones,” Rodney’s voice called out gratingly from upstairs. “Just get out of here.”
I staggered. “Mom? You andRodney?”
A scarlet blush graced my mother’s features. “He was making me dinner,” she sputtered.
I found my voice amid the astonishment. “And dessert, too, apparently! I don’t believe you. All those years, you crucified me for sleeping with a vampire, and look at you. Rodney’s a ghoul, you hypocrite!”
“He doesn’t kill people, they’re dead when he gets to them!” she thundered back with questionable logic. “And I am forty-five years old and don’t need to be explaining myself to my daughter.”
