Curse the Dawn (24 page)

They were vampires, but they weren’t part of Casanova’s security force. I knew all of them by now and they knew me, whereas neither of these guys made any attempt to move out of the way. “Human visitors are not allowed,” one of them said without bothering to look at me.

“I’ll take my chances,” I told him, but he didn’t budge. “My friend is in there.” Not a word, not even a glance. “He’s dying!”

Nothing.

“She’s with me,” Marco said, coming out of nowhere.

“No humans,” the guard repeated in the same abrupt way, but at least Marco got eye contact. “Senate’s orders.”

“There have been problems?” Marco asked sharply.

The vamp shrugged. “Indiscriminate feeding. Some of the injured were out of their heads. The nurses say they have it under control, but the Senate doesn’t want any incidents. That means no human visitors.”

“Well, this human is visiting whether the Senate likes it or not!” I said furiously.

“Keep it in line or I’ll do it for you,” the guard told Marco.

“Screw this,” I said, and shifted inside—only to almost get run over by an orderly with a cart. More than a dozen of them were zipping here and there, patching up patients like pit crews servicing race cars. A nearby patient had his sheets changed, his pillow fluffed, his water jug refilled and his meds doled out in about the time it took for me to blink.

The guard was suddenly beside me. I hadn’t seen him come in, but I saw him stop when Marco’s hand latched onto his shoulder. Marco pulled back my hair to show off the two small marks on my neck. “She belongs to Lord Mircea.”

The guard’s eyes thawed slightly. “Don’t let her run loose,” he warned.

“Yeah. I get that a lot.” Marco put a hand to my back and hustled me down the nearest aisle.

We stopped at a cot exactly the same as all the rest by one of the walls. The man-shaped patient who lay naked on top of the plain white sheets was covered head to toe in cracked and blistered flesh that glistened from ointment that didn’t seem to be helping at all. His bare hairy ankles and long pink feet looked relatively untouched, but the rest of him . . . It was like he’d been parboiled.

His shoes, I thought blankly. Like his belt, which had left a pale stripe across his midsection, the heavy leather of his shoes had spared his feet the worst of it. But the light summer clothes and thin cotton sheets he’d wrapped around himself had been next to useless. They may have reduced the third-degree burns to second in a few places, but it was honestly hard to tell. A human wouldn’t have survived that kind of trauma. And even Rafe was so disfigured that, without Marco’s help, I would never have recognized him.

But he knew me.

“Cassie.” It was a harsh whisper, like his lungs were on fire. My legs gave out and I collapsed to my knees.

“They say he was in the sun for hours.” Marco sounded awed and appalled.

I didn’t answer. A rush of adrenaline was making the room seem to pulse around me, but there was nowhere to run, nothing to do. I gulped in air, a little too much, a little too quickly, and choked, causing Marco’s grip to tighten on my shoulder.

“Why did he do this?” I whispered. “He could have stayed behind—there was shelter.”

“I heard you came back with some mages.”

“They escaped with us.”

“Yeah. People work together when their lives are on the line. But when they calm down, they revert to type.”

I remembered Caleb’s conversation with Pritkin. Had Rafe heard it and decided he couldn’t trust them? My stomach rebelled as the implication hit—had he ended up this way because of me?

Rafe squinted up at us and tried to say something, but his lips had swollen so much that I couldn’t understand him. “I think he wants his sunglasses,” Marco translated. “Do you know what they look like?”

“They’re Gucci,” I whispered.

Marco found them on a nearby table and tried to put them on Rafe’s face, but there was no way of resting them that wasn’t going to hurt him. The moment they touched his raw flesh, he cringed and let out a hiss, and Marco snatched them back. I guess that explained the lack of hospital gown or top sheet. I couldn’t imagine anything touching him and not being excruciating.

Marco was still trying to figure out the glasses dilemma when I heard a wet-sounding gasp and turned to see Sal staring at Rafe, her pale skin blotchy. Tears rolled and splashed down her face, though she didn’t seem to care; she just raised her arm to swipe at her cheek without looking away from the bed. I’d never been so grateful for anyone in my entire life, because Sal was crying,
Sal
was, so I didn’t have to.

“They said that he . . . shouldn’t be moved,” Alphonse told me from behind her. The unspoken words,
wouldn’t survive it
, hung in the air between us.

“This is bullshit!” Sal said, grabbing one of the passing orderlies with a cobralike motion. “Why isn’t anything being
done
for him?”

“Th-there’s nothing to be done,” the vamp said. He looked young, which didn’t mean anything, but there was also very little power coming off him. And he wasn’t very good at controlling his expressions. He glanced at Rafe and winced. “We had the healers look at him, but they said the damage was too extensive. That only his master had a chance of—”

“His master is hiding his cowardly ass in Faerie!” Sal snarled, her bloodred talons biting into the vamp’s arm. “Think of something else!”

“There isn’t anything else,” the vamp said, starting to look a little panicked. “P-please . . . I belong to Lady Halcyone. If I’ve offended—”

Sal released him with a disgusted snort, and he scurried away. From her expression, he was lucky that his lady and defender was a Senate member. But he was right. Vampires either healed themselves or they didn’t, which was why it really worried me that Rafe hadn’t dropped into a healing trance yet. Or maybe he had and he’d already come out of it unchanged. A sickening rush of dread pooled in my stomach.

I stared at him, remembering how quiet he’d been on the way back and how he’d disappeared in the lobby. I should have realized that there was a problem then, or if not, definitely when I took a shower later. The tip of my nose and the rise of my cheekbones had been sunburned enough to sting under the water. How had it not occurred to me that Rafe had to be much worse off? Nuclear-radiation-proof sunscreen or not, vampires under first level should never be out in direct sunlight. Everyone knew that; even people who hadn’t grown up at a vampire’s court. So how could I have missed it? How could I have gone to sleep and let this happen?

“Please, Rafe,” I begged, my voice breaking. “
Please
—”

Sal had grabbed someone else, one of the Circle’s healers as a guess, and dragged her forcibly over to the bed. She had black hair curling under her chin, an even tan and beautiful features. She managed to be unattractive anyway. “Release me immediately!” the woman demanded. “This is an outrage!”

“It seems we got a different idea of what constitutes an outrage,” Sal told her. “Do something for my friend here or I’ll demonstrate mine.”

The woman flushed an ugly red. “We have already done what we could. Conventional medicine is of little use when the body it is being practiced on is already dead!”

“Then come up with something
un
conventional.”

The argument continued but I stopped listening. Something unconventional. That was supposed to be my department. I was the one who’d inherited all this power, the one who was supposed to be able to fix things. But I didn’t know how to fix this.

I tried to summon my power, but it wouldn’t come. And attempting to force it resulted in the same thing it always did—giving me a headache and having it shy away like a skittish colt. So I tried to reason things out, but that didn’t help, either.

I could go back in time and warn Rafe, tell him to leave with Marlowe and the others. But I didn’t think he’d do it—I knew him better than that—and even if he did, it would only condemn everyone else in our car to death. We’d barely gotten out with Rafe at the wheel. No way would we have made it without vampire reflexes. And he was the only vamp who’d stayed.

There has to be something, I thought desperately. Something I’d missed, something I hadn’t—

My power cut me off midthought. It had decided to come back, and with a vengeance. The makeshift clinic abruptly disappeared, overtaken by a vision so strong, I couldn’t see anything else.

The vision shattered as abruptly as before, leaving me trying to breathe through a white-hot spike of panic. Hands gripped my shoulders and I couldn’t break their hold. I heard voices, but I was hysterical, close to hyperventilating, and I couldn’t make sense of them. Until a new voice spoke my name, the simple word melting into a rich, golden tone that washed over me like a benediction.

“It will be all right, Cassie.” Mircea was murmuring the same thing over and over while stroking my back, my hair. And I kept trying to tell him that it wasn’t, that it wouldn’t be. Because my power kept showing me nightmares instead of the answers I desperately needed. Because I didn’t understand what it was trying to tell me. Because Rafe was dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“But there is something I can do,
dulceaƫă
,” he said, somehow understanding. “At least, there is something I can try. I will be with you soon.”

“Soon? What are you . . .” I opened my eyes to find myself lying half over Alphonse’s lap, his hands gripping my wrists, while Sal and Marco stared at me. Mircea was nowhere to be seen.

Before I could say anything, there was a commotion outside. The doors opened and two big vamps in dark suits came in. “Now, this is quite enough!” the nurse said. “The rules governing visitors are clearly posted!”

The vamps ignored her and checked the area, even eyeing the patients on either side of Rafe with suspicion, before dragging over a couple of large white screens. They hadn’t been in use at the time, not that I think they cared. “We have limited space here and you’re clogging the aisles,” the nurse informed us. “All but two of you are going to have to leave.”

Marco’s “Sure” translated as “When hell freezes over.” Sal and Alphonse didn’t bother to answer her at all. Their attention had fixed on the main doors with the intensity of hunting dogs scenting prey.

The vamps finished arranging the screens around Rafe’s bed, completely surrounding us except for the section facing the door. They took up positions on either side of the opening before one of them murmured, “All clear.”