Chapter Nineteen
Spade set them down in the desert several miles from the shining lights of the Strip. Denise pushed him away as soon as her feet touched the ground. He let her stomp off without trying to stop her.
"Do you understand I had no choice?" he said, following behind her.
She tossed a snort over her shoulder. "Right. Because with your world, death is the only choice. No other option exists. "
He flexed his jaw when she stumbled over a dip in the sand she couldn't see, but he didn't try to steady her. She'd only smack his hands away.
"Black Jack had no intention of letting me leave that room alive. Did you notice the gunfire behind us, or the other vampires rushing the room? He'd summoned them, and not to welcome me as his new partner. "
She paused at that, but then kept walking. Spade didn't point out that she had no idea where she was going. He reckoned she realized that herself.
"You sent me away so I wouldn't know you were going to kill him. "
"Yes. "
She finally quit walking. Spade stayed back several paces, giving Denise her space.
"What was he so excited to talk to you alone about?"
Rage coursed through him at the memory, sharpening his tone. "He was mostly stalling until his mates showed up with weapons, but he talked about all the quid we'd make with package deals on you. "
Denise might not be able to make out his features in the blackness around them, but he could see hers, and her expression hardened.
"What sort of package deals?"
"Selling shagging and biting at the same time," Spade replied bluntly. "That's why he was so pleased that you were a beautiful woman. The opportunity of an unfiltered taste of Red Dragon combined with sex would go for top dollar - and be very addictive, he wagered. "
Giselda's ravaged, blood-drained body flashed in his mind. The idea of Denise going through something similar, and for decades or more, almost made Spade's control snap. Even if he hadn't needed to kill Black Jack out of defense, he would have slaughtered him anyway just for intending such a fate for Denise.
She rubbed her arms, reminding Spade how chilly it was during the early morning hours in the desert. He took off his jacket and slid it around her shoulders, but she jerked away.
"It's got blood all over it. "
"Better his than yours," he countered, but took his jacket back. Stubborn woman. Ah, well. They shouldn't need to be out here much longer. Just long enough to make sure they hadn't been followed. None of the vampires Black Jack summoned felt like Masters, so they shouldn't be able to fly, but he didn't want to take any chances.
"I get now why you had to kill Black Jack," Denise said after a few silent minutes. "But I can't lie and say I'm okay with how murder seems to be the most common solution whenever there's a problem with vampires and ghouls. "
"And humans," Spade replied at once. "You only need to watch the telly to see murder on the news every night. Violence isn't something the undead have a monopoly on. You could avoid vampires and ghouls for the rest of your life, but you'd still live in a world filled with violence. "
"There's less violence in my world compared to yours," she insisted.
Spade sighed. "No, darling. There are only different reasons for it. "
"Randy died because I brought him into your world. He'd be alive today if I hadn't exposed him to it!"
Her scent was splintered with pain, her voice choked with grief, guilt, and rage. Emotions Spade knew all too well.
"As I recall, Randy and Crispin were friends for six months before you even met him. Randy was already in this world before you knew him. "
She turned away, but not before Spade saw the shine of tears in her eyes.
"It's my fault he died. I let him go upstairs alone, okay? I let him go by himself because I was a coward. If I'd gone with him, I could have watched his back. I could have warned him, given him a chance to run away - "
Spade grabbed her shoulders, holding them in a firm grip. "Seventeen vampires and ghouls died during that attack, some of them Masters. Those creatures were too strong, too fast. If you'd have gone up with Randy, you wouldn't have saved him. You would have only died with him. "
Denise didn't try to push him away. She just stood there, head down, breathing coming in ragged sniffs.
"Then that's what I should have done. Randy died trying to save me. I should have done the same for him. "
"You stayed below because you were smart. He died because he was foolish," Spade replied, ignoring her gasp at his pitiless analysis. Now he turned her around to face him. "He shouldn't have left your side. That's where he belonged. Not in the middle of a bloody zombie attack no human would have walked away from. Randy made the wrong decision and he died for it. That's how it goes. It's not fair, but life in either world isn't fair, is it?"
"How could you understand? You've never lost the person you loved because you just stood there," she said in a broken tone.
He laughed, long and bittersweet. No, he'd lost Giselda because he hadn't been fast enough. If he'd left a few hours sooner that morning, he would have been able to save her. And if she'd listened to him, she would never have been on that dangerous road in the first place. So close to the fighting, the area had been rife with deserters from Napoleon's army. He'd sent word to Giselda to wait so he could escort her to the chalet. She'd wanted to surprise him. Just one bad, well-intentioned decision, but it resulted in her rape and murder.
No, life wasn't fair in any world, human or otherwise.
"You have no idea how much I do understand. "
She looked at him sharply, as if she were about to demand he elaborate. Spade waited. He never talked about Giselda, but he would to Denise, if she asked.
But she didn't question him further. She lowered her head, silently braced against the chill. Withdrawing into her shame just as he'd done all the years of the past long, lonely century and a half.
Comfort wouldn't help her. Neither would his pity. Only one thing had helped him pull back from the guilt and the grief.
"If you had that night to relive, would you still stay in the basement?"
Denise's head snapped up. "No. Not in a million years. "
"Then you're no longer the same person," Spade said, his voice empty of emotion. "You've already proved that by taking more of the demon's essence instead of sacrificing one of your relatives. The woman before me is not the same one from that New Year's Eve. She might have failed, but you won't fail, will you?"
Denise stared at him, something hard and resolute growing in her eyes. "You bet I won't. "
His admiration for her increased. It had taken him over a decade to have that same strength of will after his loss. Denise managed it in just over a year. Fresh determination coursed through him. He had to make her his. The battle to win her might be long, but was too important to surrender just because it wouldn't be easy.
"Are we going back to the hotel now?" Denise asked, her tears gone.
"We're not going back to the hotel. In fact, we'll be leaving Nevada shortly. "
She frowned. "But the fake ID you got me and all the rest of our stuff is back in the hotel. "
"I arranged to have our things packed up after we left, and I have both our identifications in my pocket. "
Denise gave him a cynical look. "You had this whole thing orchestrated down to the last detail, didn't you?"
Not every detail, else you wouldn't have discovered me killing Black Jack. "I try to anticipate," was all Spade said.
She drew in a deep breath. "And now we go after Web?"
"Now we go after Web. "
My new aliases are really racking up the frequent flyer miles, Denise thought as they exited the gangway of yet another plane. She'd flown more in the past two weeks than she had in the previous five years. Web, Spade said, was rumored to live in Monaco, so they were back overseas again. She didn't know what Spade intended t
o do once he found Web - ring the vampire's doorbell and ask if he could take the source of his supernatural drug trade? Or just kill everyone he came across until the last person standing was her elusive relative Nathanial?
She hadn't wanted to ask, to be truthful, because she already felt like a hypocrite. Here she'd judged Spade for killing Black Jack, but he'd only done it on her behalf. Anyone else he killed during this hunt for Nathanial would be on her behalf, too. By the time this was over, her hands would be just as bloody as his, no matter how she kept avowing her hatred of violence. That knowledge made Denise's emotions range from guilt, to frustration, to fear. She was just as much of a killer as Spade was, and it would only get worse if they were lucky. What if they couldn't find Web at all?
Or what if the next time Spade was in a fight to the death, he wasn't the one who walked away from it?
That thought had been festering in Denise through the past two days of flights and hotel stays. The full breadth of how dangerous retrieving Nathanial would be, even if they could find him, had been underscored by Black Jack's reaction to her blood. Spade initially hadn't wanted to take on the responsibility of looking for Nathanial because he might be another vampire's property. Now they knew it was so much worse than that. Nathanial wasn't just property; he was the sole source of a highly lucrative drug trade, so whoever had him wouldn't hesitate to kill to keep him. How could she ask Spade to keep trying to find Nathanial? Once he did, Spade's chances were about as grim as Randy's had been when he went up the stairs of that house on New Year's Eve.
In many ways, she was right back where she had been that night: huddled away from the danger, while someone else faced the monsters. She was through with that. Spade was right; she wasn't the same person she'd been before. If it was only her life on the line, she'd quit looking for Nathanial and just keep running from Raum, living - and dying - with the demon brands. But Raum wouldn't stop looking for Nathanial, and he'd murder every last member of her family trying to find him. If she stayed on this course, she might get Spade killed. If she didn't, she was condemning her entire family to death - all because an ancestor wanted supernatural power and sought it from a demon.
Whoever you are, Nathanial, Denise thought for the hundredth time, I hate your guts.
Spade collected their bags and they headed toward the airport exit. Once outside, Denise was surprised to see Alten and another person, presumably a vampire, leaning against a parked car.
"Spade," Alten said, smiling as he came forward.
Spade gave him a brief hug, handing their bags to the other man. Definitely a vampire, Denise decided, seeing him take all of them with one hand as if they weren't as heavy as she knew they were.
"Nice to see you again, Denise," Alten said, turning to her next.
"You, too," she replied, and meant it, having forgiven him for the whole bound-and-gagged thing the prior week when Raum came calling.
Spade opened the car door and Denise piled gratefully into the backseat. As long as wherever they were headed had a bed - hell, a floor - she'd be in heaven. It was never possible to get any real sleep on a plane. Their brief stints at hotels the past two days between flights had been more to shower and have Spade make his calls in private than to get any sleep. She was so tired; she'd be happy to fall asleep in the trunk, if she could fit around the luggage.
Spade introduced the blond vampire as Bootleg, making Denise wonder if he'd been changed over during Prohibition. Most vampires seemed to pick the oddest nicknames. She had yet to meet a John or a Sue.
"Everything is set for tonight," Alten said when they pulled away.
"Excellent," Spade replied, but Denise almost groaned out loud, sensing her plans for getting more than a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep had just been demolished.
She shoved back her disappointment. Spade probably wanted to sleep, too. And not spend all his time, money, and safety running around because of her.
"What's going on tonight?" she asked, glad her voice was calm instead of whiny.
Either her acting skills sucked or he could sense how exhausted she was, because Spade gave her a sympathetic glance. "Sorry, but tonight was the only evening we were sure he could attend. You can catch a nap beforehand, though. "
"Who? Him?" she asked meaningfully, not wanting to say Web's name in case their search for him was something Bootleg and Alten weren't aware of.
"Indeed, Web will be there," Spade replied, squeezing her hand out of sight of Alten or Bootleg, who were in the front seat. "We'll want his formal approval if we intend to move to Monaco permanently, darling. It's such a small island. I wouldn't want to be at odds with any important locals. "
That was the angle he was playing? A courteous, meet-the-neighbors approach? Oh sure, it might be all fangs and fruitcake welcome baskets at first, but then the danger to Spade and the killings would follow if Web did have Nathanial with him.
And Denise couldn't live with that.
Now wasn't the time to discuss it, though. Not with another two sets of undead ears in the car. She settled herself back into the seat, closing her eyes against the bright sunlight streaming in through the tinted windows. Her weariness was making her like a vampire; she would have turned the sun off like an annoying lamp, if she could.
Spade slid across the seat, folding her against his chest. Denise tensed for an instant, but then reminded herself of how she'd act if she really were in a relationship with him, as Alten and Bootleg believed. So she relaxed, settling herself against him with one arm around his lean stomach and the other behind his back, her head resting on his chest. His arms encircled her, hands lightly stroking her back, and she felt his chin rest on top of her head.
Deep contentment coursed through her. It wasn't just enjoyment stemming from her being tired and now situated in a far more comfortable position; it was the sense of rightness she felt in Spade's arms. Like she was where she was supposed to be, close to the only person she wanted to be with. It didn't even seem possible that a short time ago, she'd feared Spade.
Or maybe she hadn't. Maybe her panic attacks around vampires had been the only thing preventing her from focusing on the very real, very intense connection she felt to Spade. He understood her better than she understood herself at times. When Spade looked at her, she felt like she wasn't the broken, pitiful, helpless widow others saw. Spade saw a woman with a scarred past who had the strength to go on despite her loss. And more and more, Denise didn't look at Spade and see a vampire in a violent world - she saw a man who had the courage to take whatever life threw at him and come out on top.
She saw someone she wanted a future with.
The intensity of her emotions was shocking, but Denise was too tired to dwell on all the obstacles that made her feelings moot. She didn't have to worry about that now. Right now, she could sit here and soak up that wonderful sense of belonging, of caring, of rightness. After all the horror, grief, and pain of the past year plus, she needed this.
Then later, she'd do what had to be done.