This Side of the Grave (Night Huntress, #5)(56)

Still, to further throw off suspicion, Kira wasn’t joining Mencheres as we combed the Memphis area. She was going about her business as usual, making it easier to keep up the charade that Mencheres was still at home with her. I felt bad for being the reason they were in separate states so early in their relationship, but I also knew both of them understood the necessity. Kira had been a private investigator, so she knew all about stakeouts, and Mencheres had been playing catch-the-bad-guys since the time of the pyramids.

Once we were in the car, Mencheres handed me a bag from the backseat. I didn’t even need to open it to know what it contained. The smell preceded its contents, but the two herbs had been as effective as Fabian promised. I’d only had a couple ghosts track me down in the past four days, and I sent them packing with a politely worded directive.

I kept the bag on my lap, telling myself I didn’t need to start stuffing it down my clothes yet. Just putting off the inevitable, I knew, but eau de garlique stoner wasn’t my favorite perfume. I flipped my dark glasses onto the top of my head, not needing them for concealment anymore, and settled more comfortably into the seat. I’d wait an hour or so before I called Bones. It was eleven o’clock at night; he was probably just arriving at whatever was the latest Ohio hotspot with Denise and Spade.

We were a few miles away from the airport when a blast of energy hit the car like an invisible bomb. I instinctively reached for my sleeves, forgetting I didn’t have knives strapped to my arms, when I realized it was just Mencheres dropping his shields.

“Next time, how about a heads-up before you do that?” I said, exasperated. “Thought we were being attacked.”

“My apologies,” he replied at once, folding his aura back in until it no longer felt like an explosive. “I didn’t mean to alarm you.”

You’ve alarmed me ever since we first met, oh ancient spooky one was my sardonic thought, but I didn’t say it out loud and he couldn’t read it from my mind anymore. Just one of many reasons why I was glad I made the switch from half human to mostly dead.

Then, just as abruptly as his power had struck me moments ago, guilt slapped me. Mencheres’s extraordinary power, age, and visions of the future had always creeped me out, but he couldn’t help being the way he was. Just like I couldn’t help being a half-breed before, or feeding from vampires and absorbing their powers now. On the weird scale, I probably outranked Mencheres, yet I was still letting my discomfort about his unusualness affect the way I thought of him.

If Bones lived a few more thousand years—and God knew I hoped he did—he might end up with many of Mencheres’s unusual abilities, too. Mencheres shared his power legacy with Bones, giving him mind reading and a strength upgrade overnight, and we didn’t know how many more things might crop up over time. How would I like it if people treated Bones suspiciously because his powers made him different from most other vampires? Even the thought made anger burn in me. Yeah, I knew how I’d like it; I’d want to kick their asses all over the place.

“I’m the one who owes you an apology,” I said, staring at Mencheres’s drastically altered profile. “Even before I was mad at you for not telling me that you’d wiped out a month of my life when I was sixteen, you always made me uneasy, and it was mostly because I was being a hypocrite.”

He glanced over at me with the strangest expression on his face. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, Cat.”

“Apollyon’s minions aren’t the only ones who’re guilty of being afraid of someone just because they’re different,” I replied softly. “You’d think with how I grew up, I would’ve known better, but I still ended up doing the same thing with you. I’m sorry, Mencheres. You deserved better than that.”

The car decelerated as he pulled over to the side of the road, waiting until we were stopped before meeting my gaze fully.

“You owe me no apology.” Each word was enunciated as though it were its own sentence. “By neither word nor deed have you ever exploited me for your own gain, and I cannot say the same about my actions with you.”

Eight months ago, I might have snapped, “That’s right, buddy!” but a lot of things had changed since then.

“I don’t know what it’s like to hold a huge supernatural line together for over four millennia. The most I did at my old job was lead a team of sixty soldiers for about five years. Even though there’s no comparison between the two, I still had to make some ‘greater good’ decisions that were really tough, so while I was pissed at you over what you did, some part of me still understood. Besides”—I smiled wryly—“since your manipulating brought Bones and me together, it’s kind of hard for me to justify still holding a grudge.”

Mencheres took my hand and brushed it against his forehead in an oddly formal gesture. “You honor me with your forgiveness.”

“And you can honor me by accepting my apology, because no matter what you did, I was still wrong, too,” I countered.

He let go of my hand, an expression of amusement flitting over his features before they became impenetrable again.

“You are a very stubborn woman. Apology accepted.”

“Thank you.” Then I cracked a small, self-conscious smile. “Okay, enough with the intimate confessions, right? Let’s go find some bigoted ghouls and pummel them into taking us to their leader.”