Max snorted. “Well, one can always find a straw at which to grasp if one looks hard enough. ”
“He killed Beauregard. That’s done much to build my trust in him,” Victoria said, ignoring the fact that she trusted Sebastian hardly at all.
“He had no choice,” Max said flatly. “After what he allowed to happen to you. ”
“Allowed?” She shook her head. “No, Max. It wasn’t Sebastian—the fault lay with me. I followed him to Beauregard’s lair, I went after him. Sebastian tried to stop me—that was how he was injured, by me with my stake, and then by the other vampires. He knew what Beauregard wanted. He wanted me. And the only reason he succeeded in subduing me was because of the copper armband. ”
Copper was the only material that did not disintegrate when a vampire was killed. Everything else the creature was wearing exploded into ashes and dust, except for items made of copper. That was why Lilith had forged her Five Rings of Jubai from the soft metal, and why Beauregard’s special armband had been imbued with the ability to sap the strength of a mortal. Even if the vampire was killed, the metal—and any powers that had been bestowed upon it—would survive.
“And why did Beauregard want to turn you, Victoria? Because of Vioget. He gave his grandfather too much— too much freedom, too much loyalty, too much support. ” He moved again, and she saw that he’d stood once more. “I would have killed him myself if necessary. ”
“Beauregard?”
“Vioget. And he was well aware of it. That was why he finally did the right thing by staking Beauregard. He made no move to do so until I came on the scene. ”
Victoria felt a cool chill ripple over her. The animosity between the men was frightening; yet she’d known them both for two years, and never, until now, had it been so overt. So dark, as though it were preparing to erupt. “When you went with Sebastian to save me, you were . . . you no longer had the power of the vis bulla. ”
“And?”
“You didn’t tell him, Max. You might have been killed. ”
“I wasn’t. ”
“What will you do now?”
He shifted, and now the glowing sunrise illuminated half of his face, outlining a high, sculpted cheekbone and part of his sharp jaw. His dark hair brushed the underside of his chin, gleaming in thick waves where the light touched it. “I’m here to assist you, and then I’ll move on to somewhere else where Lilith won’t find me. ”
“How?”
“I can still stake a vampire, Victoria. ”
“Of course you can,” she replied tartly. “Before you took the vis bulla you killed many vampires—a fact which you’ve made certain to impress upon me more than once. But you’ll be no match for Lilith if she finds you, and you can be certain she’s looking for both of us. It’s possible she’s even here in London. One bite is all it would take to put you back under her thrall—”
“No it wouldn’t. There’s more to the process than a mere bite from her—or else everyone she feeds from would be so. And I certainly see no need to revisit those memories. ”
“Even if it’s more than one bite—”
“I’m gratified by your concern,” he said, “but I have no intention of being entrapped by that creature again. I have my own protection. ” He lifted his hand, and in the dim light she saw that he wore a heavy silver ring.
He didn’t need to explain; she knew him well enough to understand. There was something in the ring that would send him to his death if need be. He seemed almost eager to put it to the test. “Practical, practical Max. ” She felt her lips move in a false smile. “So, how do you anticipate being able to assist in our endeavors?”
“It’s simple. You and Vioget rely on the power of the vis bulla to sense the presence of a vampire, and to fight them. Perhaps too much, in this case. I no longer have that burden, and can instead rely only on intuition and senses—skills that I used before I became a Venator. Simple observation, and other instincts, have worked well for me in the past. ”
Victoria had crossed her arms over her middle. Her hackles had begun to rise at the beginning of his speech, but by the end she was nodding in agreement. “I’m nothing if not practical myself,” she said. “I think it’s an excellent idea. ”
He didn’t respond and she could only conclude that even Max couldn’t think of a snide remark in this case. After all, she’d agreed with him.
“So, do tel
l, Victoria. What prompted your move from the very comfortable home of the Marquess of Rockley to this smaller residence, in a most unfashionable part of town?” he said, moving away from the window.
She drew in a deep breath, then released it slowly. Sadness settled over her. “I no longer belong there. My life has changed completely. ”
“A sentiment I fully understand. ” His voice had lost its crispness.
Silence descended.
Victoria had often thought about what her life would be like—how empty, different, bland it would be—if she no longer wore the vis bulla. As horrible as that event would be for her, how much more difficult it must be for Max.