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I PICKED MY phone up and looked at Nathaniel across the small table. "I didn't know you'd been talking to Pe
ter in that much detail."
"Donna and Edward--Ted--suggested Peter call me for help planning the bachelor party. We talked about things for the party that helped him know I wasn't embarrassed by certain topics and he started talking to me."
"You never mentioned it to me."
"Peter spoke to me in confidence."
"I get that, but still it feels like I missed something important."
He smiled. "You didn't miss anything you'd want to know."
I puzzled through that for a second and then shrugged. "I don't understand what that means, Nathaniel."
"It means that he confided in me and he talked to me about things that would embarrass you coming from Peter. You've known him since he was thirteen or fourteen, so to you he's a little kid. What he needed help with was grown-up stuff that he couldn't have talked about with any woman, let alone you."
"Okay, what does that mean?"
The smile faded around the edges and he shook his head. "I am not going to talk to you about what Peter and I discussed. It's private and it would bother him a lot if I broke his confidence to you."
"And what does that mean?"
"It means the topic is closed, because I am not going to let you ask questions until you figure out things from my answers. We're done talking about Peter."
"So serious all of a sudden."
He raised both eyebrows and looked at me very steadily.
"What?" I asked.
He pushed his chair back, stood, and offered me his hand. "Let's go find Sin and the rest and find out if Pierette knows as much about Ireland as Damian does."
"You really don't want him to go with me."
"Damian feels he barely escaped She-Who-Made-Him once. Sending him back where she could physically touch him again seems like a bad idea."
"He didn't escape. She let him go, because she was done with him. If he'd escaped, I wouldn't take him back there."
"I still hope Pierette can give you intel about Ireland so you can leave Damian at home." He waggled his hand at me.
After a moment's hesitation I took his hand in mine. Yes, I did think about not taking it, but that would have been childish. I was trying to be better than that. We walked through the door together this time. The gym was still empty and seemed very quiet without all the hustle and bustle of other people.
"Edward may talk to Peter about what you said," I said.
"No, he won't," Nathaniel said.
"How do you know that he won't?"
"Because he's relieved that Peter has someone to talk to about this stuff."
"If he tells Donna, she'll pester Peter about it."
"If he tells her."
"You think he won't?"
"I think Edward will do what he thinks is best for Peter."
"And you think that doesn't include telling his mother that you're his confidant?"
"Don't you?" Nathaniel asked.
I thought about it for a minute and then nodded. "Donna wouldn't be able to leave it alone. It would bug her that her son is able to confide in you more than in her."
"Even though the topics he's needed help with would have been wildly inappropriate for a mother/son talk?" Nathaniel asked.
"You've talked to Donna enough on the phone and via Skype while you've been helping with the wedding; what do you think?"
It was his turn to think, and he finally said, "You're right. She would have to poke at it."
"So you're right. Edward won't mention it to her, because he'd know better than we do that she wouldn't be able to leave it alone."
We walked into the hallway outside the gym area, and it felt like a tunnel after the wide-open spaces of the gym. I heard Sin's voice, though I couldn't pick out the actual words. A woman's voice answered him, but it wasn't until they came into sight that I could see it was Sin and Pierette. Nicky and Magda were nowhere in sight. Pierette was talking earnestly to him. He nodded as if encouraging her to go on. All the anger seemed to have seeped away from her; what the hell had Sin said to Pierette to get her so eager to tell all?
She saw us first and almost startled, standing taller, as if she were coming to attention. "My queen," she said, and bowed.
Nathaniel and I exchanged a look. If I hadn't known she would hear me, I'd have suggested it was pod people, because Pierette's entire attitude had changed in just minutes. Sin could be charming, but he was a twenty-year-old man; he hadn't had enough life experience to be this charming. Hell, Jean-Claude couldn't have pulled this off without using vampire mind powers on her.
"Pierette," I said, and inclined my head to her, though honestly I never knew what to do when someone referred to me as their queen. I let them use the title because that had been the Mother of All Darkness's title, and it was very much a case of "The queen is dead. Long live the queen."
Sin glanced back at us with a smile. "Pierette has been telling me about all her travels around the world with her master, Pierrot."
"Are any of those adventures set in Ireland?" I asked.
"Yes, my queen," she said.
"Ireland was one of the places that Pierette and Pierrot policed for the old vampire council," Sin said.
"Police arrest people. They save lives. Did you arrest people, Pierette?"
"There was only one punishment for vampires who had overstepped themselves, my queen."
"And that was?" I asked.
"The same as it is now: death." I couldn't really argue with her reasoning. I was a U.S. Marshal, but really my job description hadn't changed. I was still a legal executioner with a badge.
"Did you ever kill anyone in Ireland?" I asked.
"No, M'Lady took care of such things herself."
"M'Lady? I've never heard her called that before." We were up even with them now, so I got the full weight of her large brown eyes.
"Even we of the Harlequin with the strength of the Mother of All Darkness behind us dared not speak her true names, for it called her attention to us, so we christened her M'Lady, for it was the name she forced her pets to call her."
"Pets. Do you mean her animals to call?" Sin asked.
She turned that delicate face with its large dark eyes up to his face. "No, my prince. Though she made some wereanimals into pets, most were vampires like the queen's servant, Damian."
"What do you mean, Damian was her pet? I don't understand what the word means in this context."
"They were her sexual partners, but to call them lovers suggested an emotion that M'Lady did not seem to exhibit. She was as likely to torture them as share pleasure with them. They were at the mercy of her whims and she was . . . very whimsical."
"I thought whimsical meant fun and lighthearted," I said.
"Then I have misspoken, because M'Lady was not prone to fun, and if she had a heart in the sense that you mean, there was nothing light about it. She forced them to call her M'Lady much as the way a slave in the bondage-and-submission community will call their dominant master, except that title is usually earned and freely given, and nothing was free of cost between M'Lady and her pets, or slaves."
"Calling someone master is a term of endearment and respect in the BDSM community," Nathaniel said.
"Then again, I have misspoken, because it was a demand, a title like queen, or king, with nothing endearing about it."
"Didn't it bother you to use the same name she forced her pets to use?" I asked.
"Somewhat, yes, but what else were we to call her?"
"Wicked Bitch of Ireland's been working for me."
Pierette looked shocked for a moment, and then she laughed, but it was laughter you make when someone surprises or shocks you, more than amuses you. "If you have the misfortune to see her, my queen, please do not call her that to her face. I do not want to lose another dark queen in less than two years."
"What if I told you that M'Lady is allowing vampires that aren't hers to terrorize a city in Ireland?"
"I would say that it isn't true. She holds absolute sway over the vampires in Ireland, because
they can only rise through her bite, her line. She is her own sourdre de sang, fountain of blood, just as Jean-Claude has become, as Belle Morte and the Dragon have been for centuries. Only her power has been great enough to overcome the reluctance of the land to give up its dead."
"What do you mean about the land?" I asked.
"The wild magic of the Fey is stronger in Ireland than anywhere else remaining in the world. Even if someone dies by vampire bite with the three bites and the right amount of blood taken in the last feeding, most bodies do not rise in Ireland. They are simply dead and begin to rot. Only someone who was their own bloodline could have any hope of creating vampires in Ireland."
"So, a vampire that was a fountain of blood would be able to raise vampires there, but no one else?" I asked.
"Even then it wouldn't be a given. We have seen M'Lady try to create vampires and the bodies remain inert. She was enraged by her failures, and they were not infrequent. The land's magic is too alive for any kind of death magic to work well there."
"Then why do the Irish not like necromancers?"
"True necromancers are so rare throughout history that I would not think they had a policy for or against," Pierette said.
"Another Marshal has been trying to get permission for me to come to Ireland and help him on a case, but they didn't want to let a necromancer into their country."
"That surprises me, my queen. They are one of the most welcoming countries in the world to all magics."
I shrugged. "All I can tell you is that they didn't want to let me in at first."
"He did say your reputation for violence was part of the reason," Nathaniel said.
I frowned at him. "Okay. Well, yeah."
"I can see them protesting that, but not your magic," she said.
"It's what I was told."
"Maybe it's that you're a true necromancer," Sin said.
"What do you mean?"
"You killed the Mother of All Darkness, Anita; that's like a step up from normal necromancy," Nathaniel said.
"There is no normal necromancy," Pierette said. "There have only been a handful of necromancers worthy of the name in the last thousand years, and we killed them before they could grow into their full powers."
"And yet everyone's afraid of us," I said.
"They're afraid of people like your coworkers who raise and control zombies. They have no idea what a true necromancer could do."
"There are videos all over the Internet showing the zombies in Boulder, Colorado, last year," Sin said.
Pierette nodded. "Some show Anita surrounded by her own army of zombies. Yes, that might give the Irish authorities pause."