Victoria thought for a moment. “Does Wayren know? How about Max? And Ylito?”
“Wayren knows, and I’m certain she’s told Ylito and Hannever, for if there’s any hope of an antidote, they would help. As for Pesaro—well, he is aware of the situation. But . . . of course, he has his own concerns. ”
Yes, indeed he did. But she felt hollow anyway.
Sebastian remained silent for a moment as if to allow her thoughts to sink in, then he spoke. “The reason I wanted to find the underground abbey was not just to retrieve the ring, but also some old documents. The monks wrote not only holy pieces, apparently, but unholy ones as well—some vampiric history, as well as other information—and according to Beauregard, they might be of interest. ”
“Of interest to whom—the undead or the Venators?”
“Either one. ” He smiled ruefully. “I thought perhaps there might be information in them about another Venator who was nearly turned undead, and it might be relevant to . . . your situation. ”
Victoria had heard of the four Venators who had been turned to vampires over the ages. Only four . . . but still. Their vis bullae hadn’t saved them . . . although each had been wearing only a single one. “Did you find the documents?”
“No. They weren’t there with the ring. ”
“Do you plan to go back?”
He shrugged. “Perhaps. As you are aware, I generally prefer not to step into the lair of the lion, and it’s quite obvious that the undead have been making use of the place. After you drove Lilith from London two years ago, the number of undead decreased greatly. But it seems they might be resettling here once again. ”
“What about a vampire who moves about and attacks in daylight?” Victoria asked.
“The only way that could happen is if the vampire drank of the special potion. ”
Victoria narrowed her eyes. “The recipe we found behindthe Door of Alchemy in Rome? The one that you stole from the Consilium?” She tasted bitterness at the reminder of his betrayal.
Two months ago in Rome, she and Max had raced against the vampires and Tutela to find the keys that opened the door to an alchemical laboratory that had been locked for more than a century. They’d succeeded in being there first, and had retrieved the notes and papers hidden behind the door, but Sebastian had stolen one of the pages to give to his grandfather Beauregard.
“It’s the only one I know of,” he replied evenly, meeting her eyes without shame. “You can stop stabbing me with your eyes. You’ve already left a scar on my shoulder,” he said, gesturing to where she’d stabbed him with the stake meant for Beauregard.
“You shouldn’t have gotten in my way. ”
His mobile lips thinned; obviously, he read the double meaning there. “Speaking of prevarication—Victoria, are you saying you’ve seen a vampire in the daylight?”
“Not directly, but I saw the fresh remains of his—or her—attack on a mortal. During midday. ”
“Then it would appear that somehow, either you were mistaken—which of course is unlikely—or that the formula for the potion has fallen into the very hands from which you and Pesaro tried to keep it. ”
“Apparently. And if you hadn’t taken it from the Consilium at the behest of your grandfather, it might still be there, safely ensconced. What did you do with it?”
“Do you not recall? Beauregard showed it to you when you were in his chambers,” Sebastian returned, his voice softening slightly. “I meant to return to retrieve it, but when I did so, it was gone. Someone else found it first. ”
“So it’s possible. ”
“Quite. ”
“But why did I not sense the presence of the undead in the park today?”
“Because that is the other important benefit of the potion. It gives the undead a mortal-like aura that keeps us from recognizing them, and allows them to move about as one of us. ”
Victoria felt a chill over her that had nothing to do with the presence of vampires. “That could be devastating to us,” she murmured, standing abruptly. “If they can move about, and we can’t sense them . . . ” She paced over to her dressing table, where the lamp had begun to gutter in its low kerosene. “They could move about, anywhere, anytime . . . ”
“It isn’t a pleasant thought, indeed,” Sebastian said. His voice was closer, and she heard the faint creak of a floorboard as he moved from his chair.
“Do you know where Max is?” she asked.
She felt him become still, and she turned back toward him. “Running from Lilith, I believe. ” His laugh had an odd note to it. “I don’t blame the chap myself . . . if I’d been caught by that vile creature, and finally broke free, I’d do the same. ”
“He needs to know about Briyani. I’ve sent a message to Wayren. ”