"The Imperial is gone? I don't remember what happened," Victoria said.
"I'm not certain… but he was gone when I came in. You haven't been unconscious for very long, and when I came to, I heard a loud thud. I presume it was you going against the wall. He had to have gone out the window, because I looked in right after I heard the crash."
Then Victoria remembered. "You wanted me to save Polidori—you were fighting the Imperial and you wanted me to leave you. You could have died."
"Quite a surprising turn of events, my bravery, hmm? Well, perhaps it was merely an accident—after all, I had to step in when the Guardian was about to feast on your lovely neck, because the Imperial was right behind him. If I had not engaged him with the sword, that would have been the end of you… and then where would we have been?"
Mockery glinted in his eyes. "Presumptive though it might have been, I figured that even I could hold him off for a few moments. And it was certainly accidental that I distracted the Imperial enough for you to slice his head off. But I must say"—he inclined his head coolly—"it was a relief when you broke the thrall of that Guardian. I was a bit worried there for a moment. You looked as though you were ready to do anything he wanted, with your parted lips and heavy eyes."
Victoria walked toward the bed and drew a sheet up over the dead man. "No one should come in here. We must hide what happened tonight." She looked at Sebastian.
"I'll take care of Polidori. And the room here. We can burn everything."
"My maid can help. And perhaps I can send to London for my aunt. She has a way of… relieving people of their memories in situations like this."
"Her golden disk—yes, I've heard about the spinning amulet that helps… er… adjust what people remember. That would be most helpful. If you send for her now, she could be here by tomorrow afternoon. Surely we can keep everyone here until then. It would not be prudent for tales of what occurred tonight to be spread all over London. We'd have mass hysteria—"
"Not to mention a slew of would-be vampire hunters. A very dangerous vocation for one who is not trained."
He looked at her as though trying to determine whether her comment was directed at him. "Anyone can stake a vampire," he replied coolly.
"If they can get close enough," Victoria said. She looked back at the carnage on the bed. "With all he knew about vampires, you'd think he'd have protected himself somehow. Worn a crucifix, carried a stake… something."
"A crucifix wouldn't have helped him—Polidori was an atheist. So the holy relics, which meant nothing to him, would have provided no protection."
"How can one believe in immortal evil and damnation without also believing in divine goodness? One cannot exist without the other."
Sebastian shrugged. "You and I know better, for we have understood and experienced this aspect of our world for a time. I think Polidori was still coming to accept that there truly is palatable evil in this world: paranormal, immortal, inherent evil."
"Perhaps. But why were they after him, anyway? You were going to let him tell me… but surely you know something."
"All I know is that the Tutela is rising up in Italy, and Polidori knew something about it and its leader, Nedas. Something that the vampires needed to silence, possibly some secret vulnerability or weakness. Or some detail of their plans. But he told me nothing more. He didn't trust me. He allowed me with him because he had no choice, but he did not extend his trust far enough to tell me everything."
Victoria raised her eyebrows. "But he would have trusted me?"
"A Venator. Eustacia Gardella's great-niece. Yes, I believe he would have. But now… we will never know."
"Nedas. You mentioned him earlier tonight. You said he was moving quickly; I presume he's a vampire and not a demon. What did you mean?"
"Yes, of course, a vampire. One of Lilith's sons, in fact. And I meant only that he had found Polidori so quickly, and had sent so many of his men after him—including the demon and vampire you encountered at the Chalice." His lips twitched. "I cannot believe it took you so long to ask me."
She lifted her chin. "I prefer not to be predictable. Besides, I knew you were baiting me, wanting me to ask… I knew you, or Polidori, would tell me in good time. After all, you went through all that trouble to draw me out of my room."
Her eyes narrowed. "Speaking of my room, and the drawing out of it… why weren't you with Polidori when the vampires arrived? I thought you were going to stay with him."
"I was on my way back to him when I found your enamored viscount stumbling through the house, so I took a moment to direct him to his own chamber and saw him safely snoring on his bed before I even left the room. By the time I accomplished that, the vampires had stormed through the hall and made their way to Polidori's chamber. He had taken my advice and slept in a different place; not that it mattered in the end."
"I can see why… you are so inventive when it comes to evading danger."
"The better to keep my delicate hide safe." His words were light, but there was an edge of temper in his eyes. "Now, let me see to this mess, and perhaps your maid can tend that wound on your leg… unless you would prefer to keep it a secret and allow me to care for it."
"My maid is perfectly capable, thank you very much." Victoria heard the gravel in her voice and decided it would be prudent to step farther away from Sebastian. He had the unfortunate effect of causing her heartbeat to pick up speed and her nerves to tingle. Especially after seeing the way he'd handled the sword in battle with the Imperial. She'd been distracted, but it hadn't missed her notice that his movements were powerful and graceful.
"And there I go… being predictable myself. I just cannot seem to help myself around you, Victoria."
And the look in his eyes told her that he was none too pleased with that.
"When," grunted Victoria as she whipped her leg around, slamming it into the heavily padded shield her trainer wore, "will you teach me qinggong?" Her momentum did not lessen as she lunged forward with the follow-up of a chest-high blow of fist.
However, Kritanu was too agile and he ducked, then returned with his own powerful kick. "You must master this kalaripayattu with the sword before I teach you how to glide in the air and leap while fighting," he replied. "And that was a very predictable maneuver."