Suddenly, she became aware that the door of her bedchamber had swung silently open just a bit. Just wide enough for her to see a narrow, pale face glowing in the low light.
“Lady Nilly?” Victoria asked, hastily swiping the back of her hand over the last trails of tears.
The door opened enough for the slender woman to come in, silent and thin as a wraith in her lacy white night rail. A prickle began at the back of Victoria’s neck…not a chill, but an apprehensive sense.
“What is it?” she asked, coming to her feet, reaching automatically for one of her stakes, even though she knew…she knew Nilly was all right. But…
“I’d forgotten…I have a message for you,” said the older woman, her voice oddly hollow. Her eyes were wide and luminous in her long face, her fragile hand clasped to the fabric of her wrapper, her pale hair falling behind her narrow shoulders in a ghostly shadow.
“From the one who bit you?”
“Beauregard. Master Beauregard,” breathed Nilly, and Victoria saw a hint of fanaticism in her eyes. They lit like candles, her lips tipped up at the edges, and she seemed almost as if she were in a dream. “Master Beauregard…says…he has returned something that belongs to you…and that he expects you will return what you have…of his. Or…” Nilly’s voice faded. Her words launched Victoria to her feet, suddenly scrabbling through the pockets of her man’s coat. Of course! At the mention of Beauregard’s name it came back to her. She pulled out the copper armband, wondering how she could have forgotten where she’d seen the etched insignia: on Sebastian’s skin.
Perhaps she’d not wanted to remember seeing that mark on him.
But it was there.
“What does he have of mine?” Victoria asked as she turned back, just in time to see Lady Nilly slip silently to the floor.
She was at her side in an instant, feeling the older woman’s neck on the unwounded side. Her heart was still thumping, and the odd, tense smile had faded from her lips. Reaching up onto her dressing table, Victoria fumbled for a little vial of smelling salts and pressed them under Lady Nilly’s nose.
Almost immediately the woman stirred, coughed, and twisted her face away. Her eyes fluttered open. To Victoria’s relief they were clear, and she seemed surprised to see Victoria.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pushing herself into a seated position.
“Are you feeling well?” Victoria asked, helping her to her feet.
“I’m quite all right. I don’t know how I…” Lady Nilly looked around in bewilderment.
“Let me help you back to bed. ” Victoria did, and as they moved at a snail’s pace down the hallway, she realized what Beauregard had that belonged to her.
The answer was not something she wanted to contemplate, but it was more than possible. It was likely.
After all, she’d dropped the necklace near the Door of Alchemy, and Lady Nilly had been near the door when she was bitten.
But that meant that Beauregard had been there when she was fighting the other vampires near the front of the villa.
And he’d left.
By the time she helped Nilly back into bed, she saw the faint tinge of gray in the east. The sun would be up in less than three hours, perhaps sooner. Beauregard had the necklace, so there was no need to go haring about the city tonight.
Tomorrow, in the daylight, she’d take the copper armband to Wayren and Max and see what they thought. If copper rings were important to Lilith’s Guardians, what would an armband mean?
She didn’t consider showing it to Sebastian, Victoria realized as she began to drop off to sleep, clothed only in her shift and with cold, bare toes. She’d shown and shared so much more with Sebastian…yet she wouldn’t seek him out for help in relation to Beauregard.
Suddenly she was wide-awake again, staring out her window at the dark gray night.
Sebastian loved Beauregard. Last autumn he’d asked her if, knowing how he felt about his grandfather, she’d kill him in front of Sebastian. Victoria hadn’t known the answer then…and she didn’t know it now.
She knew that Beauregard was malevolent and selfish…but some of Sebastian’s arguments had crept into her mind and sat there, mocking her. He couldn’t bear to know that his grandfather, whom he’d learned was a vampire only once he’d grown to adulthood, would be damned to Hell for eternity with the well-placed strike of a stake.
Would Victoria hesitate to place that stake because of her feelings for Sebastian?
Her fingers had grown cold. Her feelings for Sebastian were nebulous and wispy, and she dared not contemplate them now…perhaps ever. But surely, surely…they weren’t strong enough to keep her from doing her duty, should the moment arise?
Of course not.
Beauregard was an undead. He deserved to die, or at least to be turned into dust and sent to wherever he must live out eternity. It was Victoria’s responsibility to rid the world of vampires whenever she had the opportunity.