Then Barrowill took a slow breath and said to Connie, “Darling, I’d like to speak to you for a few moments, if you have time.”
“Actually…” Connie began.
“Now, please,” Barrowill said. There was something ugly under the surface of his pleasant tone. “The car. I’ll give you a ride back to the dorms.”
Connie folded her arms and scowled. “I’m entertaining someone from out of town, Daddy. I can’t just leave him here.”
One of the guard’s hands twitched.
“Don’t be difficult, Connie,” Barrowill said. “I don’t want to make a scene.”
His eyes never left me as he spoke, and I got his message loud and clear. He was taking the girl with him, and he was willing to make things get messy if I tried to stop him.
“It’s okay, Connie,” I said. “I’ve been to Norman before. I can find my way to a hotel easily enough.”
“You’re sure?” Connie asked.
“Definitely.”
“Herman,” Barrowill said.
The driver opened the passenger door again and stood next to it attentively. He kept his eyes on me, and one hand dangled, clearly ready to go for his gun.
Connie looked back and forth between me and her father for a moment, then sighed audibly and walked over to the car. She slid in, and Herman closed the door behind her.
“I recognize you,” I said pleasantly to Barrowill. “You were at the Raith Deeps when Skavis and Malvora tried to pull off their coup. Front row, all the way on one end in the Raith cheering section.”
“You have an excellent memory,” Barrowill said.
“Got out in one piece, did you?”
The vampire smiled without humor. “What are you doing with my daughter?”
“Taking a walk,” I said. “Talking.”
“You have nothing to say to her. In the interests of peace between the Court and the Council, I’m willing to ignore this intrusion into my territory. Go in peace. Right now.”
“You never told her, did you?” I asked. “Never told her what she was.”
One of his jaw muscles twitched. “It is not our way.”
“Nah,” I said. “You wait until the first time they get twitterpated, experiment with sex, and kill whoever it is they’re with. Little harsh on the kids, isn’t it?”
“Connie is not some mortal cow. She is a vampire. The initiation builds character she will need to survive and prosper.”
“If it was good enough for you, it’s good enough for her?”
“Mortal,” Barrowill said, “you simply cannot understand. I am her father. It is my obligation to prepare her for her life. The initiation is something she needs.”
I lifted my eyebrows. “Holy … that’s what happened, isn’t it? You sent her off to school to boink some poor kid to death. Hell, I’d bet you had the punch spiked at that party. Except the kid didn’t die—so now you’re in town to figure out what the hell went wrong.”
Barrowill’s eyes darkened, and he shook his head. “This is no business of yours. Leave.”
“See, that’s the thing,” I said. “It is my business. My client is worried about his kid.”
Barrowill narrowed his eyes again. “Irving.”
“Irwin,” I corrected him.