Blood Double (11 page)

"Will you be all right—can you get some rest when I take you home?" he finally asked.

"I have a Council meeting." Dropping my fork with a sigh, I stared through the coffee shop window. Gamblers walked past, and I knew some of them had been up all night, too. The difference between us was that they had the option of finding a bed anytime they wanted. I didn't have that luxury.

"I'll tell Teeg you need sleep."

"It won't do a bit of good. Gavin Montegue will be waiting, and you don't show weakness in his camp."

"Are you ready, then?" Stellan set his napkin aside. I nodded mutely, when all I truly wanted to do was find a flat, comfortable place so I could lie down and sleep.

* * *

Flavio ordered coffee so I could stay awake—if he hadn't been the one to order it, the kitchen staff would likely have poisoned it. As it was, the comesula who gave me a cup was angry that I was getting anything.

"What do you mean, you want ninety-eight percent of the taxes to be spent in Casino City?" I snapped, angrier than I should have been over the matter. "The cities—including the comesula cities—pay in thirty percent. That money should go back to their cities. Casino City already gets the largest share—fifty-six percent of all taxes collected on Le-Ath Veronis. Sun City gets twenty-five percent, with the rest going toward the other cities. I don't care that you want another million-credit sign that advertises all the casinos, yours included."

"Really? They get fifty-six percent?" Another vampire—a member from one of the smaller vampire cities in question, rose from his seat to ask.

"Yes. Look at the budget. It's on page seven hundred eighty-three," I snarled.

"The document was so overwhelming, I never reached that page," he said, flipping through pages on his comp-vid.

"I believe that's what these vultures have been hoping for—that you'll be so hopelessly lost in the first few pages that you won't realize you're getting screwed." Well, my words could have been chosen better, because the insults were noted and a firestorm of debate ensued. Gavin, who was so angry he could have chewed trees into toothpicks, was shouting mentally at me, Flavio was attempting to prevent a fight between vampire casino owners and Council members from other cities, and the whole thing turned into a heated fiasco. Rigo and Aryn intervened, announcing that all further items on the agenda would be tabled. I escaped the Council Chamber while Gavin hissed venom in my ear all the way to the Queen's suite.

* * *

"She has disobeyed me, that's why," Gavin snarled at Trevor and Kooper. "I've already passed the information to my son, so Stellan Starr will be kept away from her as well. Do not think to thwart me in this—vampire law supports the punishment of a child in any acceptable way the sire sees fit."

"So, in punishing her, you're punishing us, is that it?" Kooper Griff wanted to strangle Gavin Montegue. Gavin had called them to his palace office to pass on the news of Breanne's punishment.

"Griff, I don't give a damn what your opinion is on the matter. The law of Le-Ath Veronis supports me in this. Stay away until I confirm her punishment is lifted."

"Do you think to let it stand the full five years?" Trevor growled.

"It will stand for as long as I say it stands. Keep away from her. I forbid any contact. Contacting her in any way will only force me to extend the period of punishment," Gavin snarled at Trevor, his dark eyes flashing a warning.

* * *

"What can we do?" Kooper studied Trevor's face. Trevor, his dark hair in disarray from the many times he'd raked fingers through it, glanced at Kooper.

"I don't know. This cuts her off from anyone who might be sympathetic toward her. He's mistreating her, there's no doubt about that, but who do you go to? That's the Queen's first mate, and he holds the reins while she's gone."

"And nobody knows when the Queen will return. Meanwhile, that sadistic bastard hauls her off to Council meetings disguised as the Queen and we have no recourse against him. If vampires were susceptible to lion snake venom, Gavin Montegue might be a dead man."

"We'll hold that in reserve," Trevor sighed. "She still doesn't know about you, does she?"

"No. I was waiting to tell her. I have to say, not many women would so readily accept that kind of shapeshifter in their bed."

"I still can't believe it. Most women I know would run away screaming."

"She let me read over her shoulder," Kooper sighed.

"If I know Stellan Starr or any of the Starr brothers, I might not want to be Gavin Montegue when they learn of this." Trevor shook his head.

* * *

"Stell, he's her sire."

"I don't care if he's Ildevar Wyyld's sire."

"Look, just wait it out. She disrupted a Council meeting today."

"If she'd had any sleep the night before, it might not have been disrupted."

"I realize that, but I know things you don't about this and well, you just need to back off for now, all right?"

"I know he's your father. That's no secret to me or any of my brothers."

"I know you know that. And I trust you with that knowledge. Just wait this out. I promise she won't be in that situation forever. You can have her then."

"You make it sound like she's worthless. Something to be discarded when it's not needed anymore. How would you feel if I said that about Reah?"

"Stellan, I said it wouldn't last forever. It's time you left my study." Teeg San Gerxon gave a hard stare to the second oldest of the Starr brothers. "You'll have her when this is over. I promise."

Stellan muttered as he walked out the door, and Teeg would have been fooling himself if he hadn't heard the "fuck you," tacked on at the end of it.

* * *

"I'm telling you, she's a Q'elindi," Erland Morphis sighed and sipped a glass of wine one of Rylend Morphis' personal servants handed to him.

"But only a Karathian Witch can be a Q'elindi," Rylend offered. "You said she was from Earth, so there's no chance of that, is there?"

* * *

Breanne's Journal

Punishment. That's what I received. No, Gavin didn't hit me, but he wanted to. Instead, he forbade Trevor, Kooper and Stellan from approaching me, speaking to me or generally having any contact. He pulled out his authority as my sire, dusted it off and implemented it. Of course, he still wasn't doing anything else in the sire department, but as long as Adam Chessman was absent on assignment, I had no recourse at all.

I'd already been punished—by the palace comesuli. They weren't planning to feed, clothe or do anything else to keep my life from sinking farther into misery. The only reason I had anything to wear at all was because it belonged to the Queen, and they wouldn't destroy her belongings. They could choose not to clean anything, though, and that's how I ended up in the palace laundry room after the staff had left, so I could wash and dry a load of underwear.

My friendly snake, too, disappeared off the radar. I worried about him—how could I not? While I pondered that and many other injustices in my life, I fell asleep during the drying cycle.

* * *

"Wake her and make sure you lock that door at night from now on. If she breaks it down to use our machines, we'll report it to Gavin. She's already being punished for what she did yesterday in the Council Chamber," Cheedas felt smugly satisfied that he could get back at the intended usurper in some way.

"How do you want me to wake her? She's still a vampire." The kitchen helper wanted nothing to do with waking vampires.

"I'll do it." Cheedas shouldered the frightened comesula aside and walked into the laundry room.

* * *

Breanne's Journal

A slap woke me. I can't describe it any other way, and Cheedas, my favorite kitchen vampire, was the one who'd dealt it. It frightened me so badly, and brought up so many bad memories it knocked me off the chair I'd foolishly fallen asleep on.

Cheedas stood by, his anger showing plainly on his face as I gathered clothing from the dryer and raced to the Queen's suite. He hadn't said anything to me, but with my curse, he hadn't needed to. There wasn't any way I'd be taking the Queen's place. I had no doubt where that rumor originated, and I was in trouble with him, too.

"There will be no outbursts as there were yesterday," Gavin had a hard grip on my arm as he stalked toward the Council Chamber. I almost had to run to keep up with him; otherwise, he'd have dragged me down the marbled halls of the Queen's palace.

Names came to mind—names that I wanted to call him. Sadistic was one of the tamer ones that trembled on my lips. It would do no good to voice those names aloud; I would only be in more trouble if I did. No, I hadn't had breakfast. As my sire, he should have seen to that, but he and Cheedas seemed bent on obliterating me in any way they could. I almost cursed Adam Chessman for removing the only means I had of destroying myself. I could stand in sunlight all day and it wouldn't do a damn thing to me.

It didn't matter that Gavin told me to keep my mouth shut that morning. The Council members from the smaller cities had banded together, meeting late the night before to examine every line of the budget. They'd shown up at the Council meeting angry and armed with knowledge. The Casino City vampire contingent never stood a chance.

By the end of the day, the small city contingent had thirty-five percent of the budget, which would be distributed fairly among all the smaller cities—with ten percent going to the comesuli cities on the light side. The five comesuli members, with their votes, had sided with the small-town Council members and they'd driven a wedge into the Casino City monopoly. If I hadn't been so weary—and so hungry—I might have stood and cheered for them.

As it was, Gavin would have found fault in that activity, so I remained silent and walked out of the Council Chamber with him, fainting halfway to the Queen's suite.

* * *

"If it's your intention to starve her or kill her by working her night and day, I want no part of it." Karzac was angry, and even Gavin quailed before the furious physician. "You don't know when she ate last, and I know she was up all day and all night when you shipped her off to that slave-driving son of yours." A rift had existed between Karzac and Teeg ever since Teeg mistreated Reah.

"Calm down, healer. I didn't mean to cause this much harm," Gavin attempted to slow Karzac down.

"But you intended harm. When Kiarra and the others return, we'll see what that harm will cost you." Karzac disappeared before he said anything else he might regret.

"Fuck," Gavin muttered, raking fingers through short, dark hair.

* * *

Breanne's Journal

"You're to go to the kitchen for breakfast before you take up your duties for the day," Gavin snapped the moment I opened my eyes. Blinking at him in confusion for several seconds, I could only nod. A bottle of blood substitute was shoved in my hands (after he grabbed my arm and jerked me upright).

I'd wakened in the Queen's bed and I could read in Gavin's face how much it irked him that I was there and the Queen wasn't. I wanted to tell him that he'd ordered me to stay there. I didn't. Instead, I drank the first meal I'd had since Stellan had taken me to breakfast.

Telling Gavin Montegue that the kitchen staff would prefer to poison me rather than feed me a decent meal would be useless; his reaction would be one of scorn. I didn't say anything and finished the bottle of blood substitute while he watched.

* * *

"I can't go take a look at her, bro, the boss sent a message." Trajan passed key chips to his brother, Trace. "I have to help him with something he's working on. Didn't say what it was."

Trajan, just shy of seven feet, with dark hair and eyes, sighed as he focused on his brother's troubled frown. Trace looked much like his older brother and he'd counted on staying at NorthStar for another month, until gishi fruit harvest. In his brother's absence, he was obligated to return to SouthStar and supervise the grove managers, a job Trajan normally handled.

"The boss won't mind if you bring Frank, Shane, Tomas or your warlocks," Trajan hugged his brother. "But only them. You know the rules."

"Yeah. I know the rules," Trace nodded. "I'll think about it. They know the rules, too, and they don't like it if they can't fold in and out. They hate it if they have to ask me or somebody else to transport them back and forth."

"That barrier protects us. Nobody comes in or out unless we allow it."

"Yeah, I know that, too. And it keeps the edict from affecting the residents."

"Exactly. Look, I'll catch up with her eventually. I promise I'll take a look, bro, when I get back."

"You'd better. This one, well, Traje; you need to see this one."

"You said that about the last one. She wasn't it."

"Yeah, but man, you need to see her eyes."

"Is that what you're basing this on? Because that last one had nice eyes, and nice other things, but she was, well, I shouldn't say bitch, but I will."

"Look, I'm sorry about that. She looked so promising. How did I know Leela could put up such a good front?"

"Worst two dates of my life."