Death's Mistress (Dorina Basarab, #2)(48)

“We would have been here sooner, but there was a disturbance in the—”

“But there shouldn’t be any disturbances, not at these prices. I was assured that this was a quiet and peaceful retreat. Yes, here it is.” He picked up a flyer off the nightstand. “ ‘Quiet and peaceful haven in the heart of one of the world’s most cosmopolitan cities.’ Cosmopolitan!” he snorted. “Why, I suppose that’s true. The caviar is American, the vodka is British and I strongly suspect the plumbing of being Russian!”

“You don’t need plumbing,” I reminded him.

“I do bathe, Dory!” he snapped. “And then there’s Gunther.”

“And Gunther would be your—”

“Bodyguard.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?”

“We’re all required to have them now, since the war. Anyone senior, that is.”

“Making a virtue out of a necessity?”

“Virtue?” He examined the embroidery on his cuff. “Well, that would be a novelty.”

The guard had been looking back and forth between us, and finally decided he’d had enough. “Sir, I—”

“And for what I am paying, I should have a guard permanently assigned to my room!” Radu said, rounding on him. He swept an elegant hand, indicating the cream-and-ice-blue drapes, the matching Aubusson carpet and the large sitting area with the antique marble fireplace. “Not that there’s space in this closet.”

Several of the guards started looking at their leader with apprehension. I didn’t think there’d be too many volunteers. “Sir, I will inform the management of your, uh, concerns,” the leader said, backing slowly toward the door.

“See that you do! I naturally expect some inconveniences when away from home, but they seem to believe we should all live like savages!”

The door shut on Radu’s final word, and he slumped back against the pillows, fanning himself with the flyer. I tilted the bottle at him, and he nodded gratefully. “You had better hope that works, Dory, or I may be staying with you,” he said as I handed him his drink.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, ’Du. You’re a Basarab. They’re probably going to name the room after you.”

“Not if I keep getting visits like this. Did you do a great deal of damage?”

“I didn’t do any. The guys chasing me, however . . .”

“Yes, well. Let us hope they’re blamed instead. Although that would be more likely if you weren’t here when management stops by.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me, ’Du?” I asked thoughtfully.

“Yes! Yes, I am! It’s nothing personal, Dory, but your condition—”

“I’m a dhampir. It isn’t catching.”

“But it’s hardly going to help the Club’s reputation, is it? You’re the sort of thing most of the guests stay here to avoid.”

“They’re not going to see me with the door closed,” I pointed out, swirling the amber liquid around my glass.

“See, no. But scent—”

“I smell like a human.” I knocked the drink back, faster than the quality deserved. But it was a shame to waste good cognac.

“Perhaps so,” he said crossly. “But you see how it is.”

“I’m beginning to.” I put the delicate crystal glass down carefully on the side table, and was out the door before he could stop me.

There were only three other rooms on this floor, so my odds were pretty good. The one right across the hall was empty and obviously unrented, with a light film of dust over the antiques. The one next door to Radu’s was occupied by the blond human, who was lying on the bed flipping through a magazine.

“I’m disappointed,” he told me. “The last time you paid us a visit was a lot more dramatic.”

“I’m not done yet.”

I went to the last door, which opened before I could get my hand on the doorknob. “Merde.”

“I suspected the family would have the whole floor,” I told Louis-Cesare.





Chapter Fourteen


“How did you find me?” he demanded, exasperation in the glassy blue of his irises. They matched the fresh blue shirt he’d put on over impeccably pressed charcoal trousers. The shirt had a tone-on-tone stripe in a satiny weave that caught the light, like his perfect shining hair. Mine was everywhere, my borrowed T-shirt was wet with sweat and I smelled like cigarettes and beer. And I hadn’t even gotten to drink the beer.

I scowled. “You mean after you left me naked and defenseless—”

“You are never defenseless, and I left you your weapons.”

“—in a club full of vampires—”

“I made a commotion upon leaving. Lord Cheung’s men followed me!”

“Oh, well. That makes it all right, then.”

He frowned. “How did you find me?” he repeated.

“Because I’m just that good,” I lied. “Now let me say this nicely. Give me back my f*cking head!”

“We cannot do this now!” he told me, trying to push past. Like it was going to be that easy.

I caught his arm and spun him into the wall hard enough to cause a cascade of photos, small mirrors and the vase on the hall table. “Sure, we can.”