"I'm not a child, Catherine," she replied in her usual sharp tone. "Don't speak to me like one."
The tenseness of the past several days caught up with me, even though I of all people knew better.
"You're not a child? That is news, considering you've acted like one most of my life."
Denise's mouth dropped at my rejoinder. She gulped her champagne, settling back in her chair for a better view.
"That's it," my mother announced, furious. "I'm leaving!"
Why couldn't I just learn to keep my trap shut? With resignation, I followed her as she marched to the front door, grabbing a coat.
"Mom, be sensible. It's about six degrees outside, you'll freeze to death. Where do you think you're going, anyway?"
"I've had enough of this," she spat. "Go here, do that, stay still, silly little mortal, tricks are for kids! Well, I am through being carted around for guilt's sake."
During her tirade, she had pushed past me and marched straight out onto the lawn. I didn't stop her, partly because I didn't want to have to get physical and also so our grievances could be aired in semi-private. The living room was hardly the place for this kind of family circus.
"You're wrong, Mom," I said, trying to ignore the biting wind. I hadn't bothered to don a coat, and the chill cut straight through my sweater and pants. "Can you be a pain in the ass? Yeah. Do I wish you weren't in my life? Of course not. Now, really, let's get back inside, it's freezing out-"
"I'll walk to the nearest house, street, town, whatever," she snapped, not mollified in the least.
We reached the trees, the fallen snow silvery in the moonlight. My breath came in plumes of smoke. "There's nothing around for at least twenty miles," I pointed out in a calm tone. "Believe me, I know. Mencheres picked this place for a reason. You can't walk it, you'd be overcome by hypothermia inside of five. We're out in the middle of nowhere, trust me, there's nothing around..."
And then I stopped, frozen to the spot and not from the temperature. My sudden unyielding grip on her prevented her from going another step. She rounded on me angrily before ceasing at my expression.
"What?" she whispered.
"Shhh."
It was barely audible to her, but sounded way too loud for my comfort. Then again, our bitching over the past fifty yards hadn't been quiet. Neither were the heavy footfalls in the distance, disturbing the night with how noisy they were.
I narrowed my eyes, focusing all my energy toward those sounds. No heartbeat, no breathing, but also no feeling of encroaching power. They were moving slowly. A whole hell of a lot of them. Why didn't I feel anything? Every vampire or ghoul gave off an aura of power, but there was nothing. What the f**k were they?
Without waiting to find out, I snatched her up and ran for the house. Zero and Tick Tock were already at the door, sensing trouble from my rapid pace.
"Get everybody downstairs now," I barked, shoving my mother in that direction for emphasis. "Something's coming."
"What?" Denise began, rising from her chair.
Randy was quicker on the draw and went to her, pulling her up. Zero gestured to the stairs, ever respectful but urgent.
"Please, this way."
When my mother didn't move, I shot her a single glare. "Awake or unconscious, you're going with them."
She muttered something but went after them, her shoulders stiff.
"Tick Tock," I breathed, still straining to listen to those figures. "Get Bones and the others."
Two minutes later Bones came, Spade and Rodney close behind him. I ignored the stains on him and pointed to the window.
"Do you hear them? I can't feel anything, but there are a lot of them. Headed right this way."
Bones narrowed his gaze, staring into the darkness with green pinpoints in his eyes. After a few seconds he let out a grunt.
"Can't feel anything, either, Kitten, but they're stomping around like a herd of elephants. Whatever they are, they aren't human. Charles?"
"I have no idea, Crispin. That curls my stones in my sack."
Rodney gave Spade a grimly supportive glance. "I'm right there with you."
"All right." Bones cracked his knuckles, his eyes all green. "Let's get ready to greet them. We'll need knives, swords, crossbows, guns...quickly. A few of them sound like they're ahead of the pack. We'll be finding out soon what's come to call."
"Why don't we just leave?" I asked on the way to the armory.
"Because there's not enough choppers to get everyone off, and if we take cars, it could be an ambush. We'll make a stand, luv. Find out what we're up against. Now, we'll have the chopper ready just in case. If need be, you can fly your mum, Denise, and Randy to safety."
"I won't leave you," I said. "No matter what."
Bones made a soothing noise even as he began to strap on about forty pounds of silver. "Now Kitten, they're human and therefore easiest to kill. The rest of us are capable of-"
"Not a motherfucking chance." In the same reasonable tone he used. "Juan knows how to fly and I'm stronger than he is, so he'd be the best choice if their evacuation became necessary. And if you even think of pulling a fast one, like knocking me out and loading me onto that chopper, I'll return to work full-time taking on assignments that'll make your hair even whiter than it is now."
Bones gave me a quick, fierce kiss.
"Bloody woman. Learned a few mind-reading tricks of your own, have you? Right then, suit up and change clothes. Your sweater's too bulky, it'll restrain your movements."
I just pulled it off, left in my bra, sweatpants, and sneakers. There was no time to go upstairs and find a more flexible shirt. I began to strap on silver knives, lashing them to my legs, waist, and arms with the enhanced speed of long practice.
"Just not going to listen to a word I say, are you?" Bones asked as he handed me a sword. "Keep one of these, we don't know what we're trying to kill and silver might not work. You're going to freeze like that, Kitten."
"Isn't that the least of our concerns?" With a laugh that was more strained than amused. "Now I've got full range of motion, and that's what's most important."
"Right you are." Bones drew off his own sweater and threw it to the ground next to mine. Most of the vampires and ghouls followed suit. Bare chests gleamed in the reflection of the light of the chandelier as everyone strapped on weapons. Even as we did so, those footsteps outside came closer.
Mencheres came downstairs. I hadn't seen him before this, but he'd obviously heard what was going on, because he had more weapons covering him than skin.