But then who was her birth mother?
Jo tried to hold on to what had been confirmed. “So Robert Bluff is my father.”
“Yes.” Jane nodded. “He is.”
“Can you tell me anything about my birth mom?”
“No, I’m afraid we cannot. She was definitely a human, though. We know that for sure.” Jane leaned in and put her hand on Jo’s knee. “My hellren is going to look into it. From what you told Manny, about how you were adopted out of a diocese in Philadelphia from St. Francis Hospital here in Caldwell, it’s possible that my mate can find something, anything, about you. It wasn’t uncommon for there to be clandestine adoption programs running back then, for example. Anyway, we’ll do our best. I can imagine how important it is for you to find answers.”
Jo nodded and prayed there would be something, somewhere.
“I just want to know the real story.” She looked at Manny. “But you’re definitely half-vampire too?”
“Yes. The confirmation of this, I must confess, has taken me by surprise, even though it shouldn’t be a shock. I’ve long guessed—and so have others—that this was the case, even though my mother’s never said anything about it. But enough about me.” Manny put his hand on her shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re my sister. I can’t wait for you to meet my wife—”
“But what if I don’t go through the change.” Jo shook her head and checked the screen of her phone. Still no reply from Syn. “Then I’m not in this world. Then we’re enemies.”
She’d been toying with a fantasy about the future, one where she and Syn ended up on the same side of the species divide and shared a long, much longer than she ever expected, life together. But considering he wasn’t even responding to her texts, that all seemed highly ephemeral.
It had probably been a never-happen from the start.
“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it,” Jane said. “We don’t know what’s going to happen with your transition.”
Jo thought of Syn.
“I just don’t want to lose my family,” she whispered, “before I even know them.”
The silence that followed was the kind of the thing that took a while to register. And when it did, she frowned.
“What else,” she demanded. “There’s something else, isn’t there.”
As things got quiet again, Jane and Manny locked eyes—like they were mentally playing rock, paper, scissors for who got to drop the next piece of news.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
As Butch was chauffeured into the training center’s parking area, he decided that, on balance, he was doing good. Not wicked, frickin’ good, of course. But certainly better than fairly good, and probably a little improved over pretty good.
At least this was his operating principle right up until he tried to get out of the passenger side of the fucking R8. Qhuinn, because he was a bossy little shit, and because he felt like he had a debt to repay after Butch had done what he had to protect the guy against the Omega, had refused to allow him to drive out of the forest to the training center on his own.
And okay, whatever, the brother had had to carry him out of the Tomb.
But come on. So he’d had a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle trouble walking after he’d done his duty with all of those lessers. V had taken care of him, though, and he was going to be just. Frickin’. Fine.
As Qhuinn killed the engine, he looked over. “Do you need any help getting—”
“Oh, my God,” Butch muttered, “I’m not an invalidate. Invalid. Whatever.”
With that, he swung his door open like a boss, planted one of his shitkickers on the cement, and—
Fell out of the car like a drunk, landing on his face.
As he lay there in a sprawl, arms and legs kinked at strange angles, one boot still in the fucking R8, he thought of The Wolf of Wall Street scene with the Countach.
#nailedit
The sound of Qhuinn hustling around the front bumper was the sprinkles on the top of the shit sundae, and the sight of the steel tips of those shitkickers—right at eye level—was no value add either.
“I got this,” Butch said as he lifted his cheek off that cold cement. “I needed a shave anyway.”
Unfortunately, the pathetic way he dragged his body up to the vertical cured him of any ego he might have had left. He did, however, manage to stand on his own—and he was clapping his jacket to get the dust off when the van drove in.
The stench preceded its parking.
“Whoa,” Butch muttered as he got a load of the smell. “We’re going to have to hose that fucker out.”
Qhuinn sneezed and rubbed his nose. “Either that or burn it.”
The van pulled in a couple of spots down, not that the distance helped dull the stank. Hell, you could have left the thing across the river and Butch probably would have smelled it.
The good news was that as the back of the vehicle opened, V was not any better at the disembarking thing. The brother stumbled as if his knees were over-oiled, and was only able to catch his balance on a last-minute, all-points-of-the-compass spread that made him look like he was about to be strip-searched.
As all kinds of other brothers clown-car’d out of the stink-mobile, Butch and V headed into the training center together. Neither said a goddamn thing. The determination had been made, back in the ante-hall of the Tomb, that a medical check wasn’t a bad idea. But fuck that. V had been starved, and all Butch could think of was how great a hot shower would be.
They didn’t make it anywhere close to the locker rooms or the vending machines.
Doc Jane stepped out of a treatment room just as they came up to the clinic area, and something in the way she and V looked at each other made Butch realize that ending up here on account of a checkup had all been a pretense. This had been planned.
“What’s going on?” Butch asked.
Jane took a deep breath. “I think you should come into the break room for a moment.”
Glancing at V, Butch muttered, “So you needed M&Ms bad, huh.”
“We’ll go together.” V nodded toward the door in question. “Let’s do this.”
Butch closed his eyes. “No offense, but after the last four hours and forty-three minutes—not that I was counting—I don’t have a lot of energy for any bullshit.”
“This is not bullshit.”
“Okaaaaaaay.”
Falling in with V and Jane, he had no idea what was waiting for him as he pushed opened the door. Except then he stopped and frowned.
Manny was sitting on a chair next to Jo, that human woman—and as soon as they saw him, Butch thought it was a little strange that they held on to each other’s hands. But like he mattered in whatever their tie was?
Unless…
“So I guess you two are related?” he said slowly. “Congratulations—you know there are some physical similarities.”
“Yeah,” Manny murmured as he stared over with intense eyes. “There are.”
Jane cleared her throat. “And it seems as though there are some other ties here.”
“Who else—and please tell me it isn’t Lassiter—”
hen who was her birth mother?
Jo tried to hold on to what had been confirmed. “So Robert Bluff is my father.”
“Yes.” Jane nodded. “He is.”
“Can you tell me anything about my birth mom?”
“No, I’m afraid we cannot. She was definitely a human, though. We know that for sure.” Jane leaned in and put her hand on Jo’s knee. “My hellren is going to look into it. From what you told Manny, about how you were adopted out of a diocese in Philadelphia from St. Francis Hospital here in Caldwell, it’s possible that my mate can find something, anything, about you. It wasn’t uncommon for there to be clandestine adoption programs running back then, for example. Anyway, we’ll do our best. I can imagine how important it is for you to find answers.”
Jo nodded and prayed there would be something, somewhere.
“I just want to know the real story.” She looked at Manny. “But you’re definitely half-vampire too?”
“Yes. The confirmation of this, I must confess, has taken me by surprise, even though it shouldn’t be a shock. I’ve long guessed—and so have others—that this was the case, even though my mother’s never said anything about it. But enough about me.” Manny put his hand on her shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re my sister. I can’t wait for you to meet my wife—”
“But what if I don’t go through the change.” Jo shook her head and checked the screen of her phone. Still no reply from Syn. “Then I’m not in this world. Then we’re enemies.”
She’d been toying with a fantasy about the future, one where she and Syn ended up on the same side of the species divide and shared a long, much longer than she ever expected, life together. But considering he wasn’t even responding to her texts, that all seemed highly ephemeral.
It had probably been a never-happen from the start.
“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it,” Jane said. “We don’t know what’s going to happen with your transition.”
Jo thought of Syn.
“I just don’t want to lose my family,” she whispered, “before I even know them.”
The silence that followed was the kind of the thing that took a while to register. And when it did, she frowned.
“What else,” she demanded. “There’s something else, isn’t there.”
As things got quiet again, Jane and Manny locked eyes—like they were mentally playing rock, paper, scissors for who got to drop the next piece of news.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
As Butch was chauffeured into the training center’s parking area, he decided that, on balance, he was doing good. Not wicked, frickin’ good, of course. But certainly better than fairly good, and probably a little improved over pretty good.
At least this was his operating principle right up until he tried to get out of the passenger side of the fucking R8. Qhuinn, because he was a bossy little shit, and because he felt like he had a debt to repay after Butch had done what he had to protect the guy against the Omega, had refused to allow him to drive out of the forest to the training center on his own.
And okay, whatever, the brother had had to carry him out of the Tomb.
But come on. So he’d had a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle trouble walking after he’d done his duty with all of those lessers. V had taken care of him, though, and he was going to be just. Frickin’. Fine.
As Qhuinn killed the engine, he looked over. “Do you need any help getting—”
“Oh, my God,” Butch muttered, “I’m not an invalidate. Invalid. Whatever.”
With that, he swung his door open like a boss, planted one of his shitkickers on the cement, and—
Fell out of the car like a drunk, landing on his face.
As he lay there in a sprawl, arms and legs kinked at strange angles, one boot still in the fucking R8, he thought of The Wolf of Wall Street scene with the Countach.
#nailedit
The sound of Qhuinn hustling around the front bumper was the sprinkles on the top of the shit sundae, and the sight of the steel tips of those shitkickers—right at eye level—was no value add either.
“I got this,” Butch said as he lifted his cheek off that cold cement. “I needed a shave anyway.”
Unfortunately, the pathetic way he dragged his body up to the vertical cured him of any ego he might have had left. He did, however, manage to stand on his own—and he was clapping his jacket to get the dust off when the van drove in.
The stench preceded its parking.
“Whoa,” Butch muttered as he got a load of the smell. “We’re going to have to hose that fucker out.”
Qhuinn sneezed and rubbed his nose. “Either that or burn it.”
The van pulled in a couple of spots down, not that the distance helped dull the stank. Hell, you could have left the thing across the river and Butch probably would have smelled it.
The good news was that as the back of the vehicle opened, V was not any better at the disembarking thing. The brother stumbled as if his knees were over-oiled, and was only able to catch his balance on a last-minute, all-points-of-the-compass spread that made him look like he was about to be strip-searched.
As all kinds of other brothers clown-car’d out of the stink-mobile, Butch and V headed into the training center together. Neither said a goddamn thing. The determination had been made, back in the ante-hall of the Tomb, that a medical check wasn’t a bad idea. But fuck that. V had been starved, and all Butch could think of was how great a hot shower would be.
They didn’t make it anywhere close to the locker rooms or the vending machines.
Doc Jane stepped out of a treatment room just as they came up to the clinic area, and something in the way she and V looked at each other made Butch realize that ending up here on account of a checkup had all been a pretense. This had been planned.
“What’s going on?” Butch asked.
Jane took a deep breath. “I think you should come into the break room for a moment.”
Glancing at V, Butch muttered, “So you needed M&Ms bad, huh.”
“We’ll go together.” V nodded toward the door in question. “Let’s do this.”
Butch closed his eyes. “No offense, but after the last four hours and forty-three minutes—not that I was counting—I don’t have a lot of energy for any bullshit.”
“This is not bullshit.”
“Okaaaaaaay.”
Falling in with V and Jane, he had no idea what was waiting for him as he pushed opened the door. Except then he stopped and frowned.
Manny was sitting on a chair next to Jo, that human woman—and as soon as they saw him, Butch thought it was a little strange that they held on to each other’s hands. But like he mattered in whatever their tie was?
Unless…
“So I guess you two are related?” he said slowly. “Congratulations—you know there are some physical similarities.”
“Yeah,” Manny murmured as he stared over with intense eyes. “There are.”
Jane cleared her throat. “And it seems as though there are some other ties here.”
“Who else—and please tell me it isn’t Lassiter—”