Лори Девоти - Amazon Queen

Lao drove. We left the stolen car's plates behind, but we kept the toys. Eventually we'd sell them.

When you live like we do, you learn to appreciate even the smallest opportunity to make a buck. And today, with our future so unknown, we had to embrace those opportunities even more.

It was late by the time we got off I-90, not dark yet, but getting close. The exit for Mel's place was about a five-minute drive. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what I was going to say to her this time.

The parking lot had quite a few cars in it. It was Saturday night, what I guessed was a popular time for humans to get tattoos. Deciding an audience might be just the thing to get Mel to accept my reappearance without reaching for power first thing, I led my ragtag group to the front of the old schoolhouse and up the stairs that led to the shop.

Mel's office manager, Mandy, met us with a surprised stare.

"You're the-"

"Self-defense group. That's right. We're wondering if Mel would be willing to rent us some space again." Last fall the tribe had posed as a self-defense group while living in Mel's gym and hunting the killer who had turned out to be a son.

"I'll ask. . " As the unsure words came out of her mouth, she spotted the puppy poking his head out of Tess's shirt. Much oohing and aahing ensued, attracting the attention of three college-age girls who had been studying the shop's flash.

With Mandy busy, I strolled through the door that separated the tattoo area from reception. Mel had three artists who worked for her, four if you counted her mother, Cleo. I didn't think Mel did, though. Cleo was a warrior and thus not big on sitting in one place and doing intricate work. Her other employees included Janet, a middle-aged lesbian, and Cheryl, divorced mother of three. Her remaining employee was the son, Peter Arpada. Mel had hired him before she knew he was a son, but she hadn't fired him after. And now apparently they'd been traveling together. I still wasn't sure how I felt about that.

There were two rooms for tattooing. The biggest, the one I had entered, had three stations. Cheryl and Janet were both busy with clients. The third was empty. I didn't know if Peter or Cleo normally used the seat. I was hoping Cleo. I trusted her.

She had at many times been more of a mother to me than my own.

From here you could see into the smaller room too. There were two stations there. A client, an older man in his fifties, sat at one, but there was no sign of an artist.

Janet turned from her customer to grab some gauze and spotted me. "Mel's in back, getting gloves." She nodded to a door at the back of the connected room, a room I knew from previous visits was used to store its supplies and sterilizing equipment.

"How about Cleo?" I asked, staying casual.

"Basement."

I turned on my heel and strolled back out the door. In reception, I cocked my head at Bern and Lao. Tess seemed to be paying attention too. As a group we filed back out.

While Lao and Tess went to check on the rest of the dogs, Bern and I returned to the basement. I didn't realize I was tense until I stepped into the main room and saw it was empty-no babies this evening.

The door to Cleo's workout room was open. Feeling back in my element for the first time in days, I strode through the door.

And ran smack-dab into my biggest nightmare.

My mother, Scy Kostovska. . and she was holding a baby.

I suddenly had a very sick feeling.

She looked shocked and almost as horrified to see me. "Zery." She dropped to a squat and quickly tucked the baby into one of those plastic seats. After pulling the seat's safety bar down over his head and snapping it in place, she stood and faced me, her face morphing into the picture of a warm welcome.

"What kind of shit are you getting ready to dump on me?" I asked.

My mother was not warm. If I wasn't standing in front of her, obvious evidence that it wasn't true, I'd say she was the type to eat her own young.

"Who's the baby?" I asked. There was a ticking noise starting in my head, like a bomb growing closer to explosion. I didn't want to think what I was thinking, didn't want to deal with a potentially confusing new discovery.

She glanced at the seat like she'd just noticed it. "Just a baby. I'm watching him for Dana. She does that, you know, watches other people's children."

I tried to believe her. I wanted to believe her. But the coincidence was too big-a high council member had given birth to the baby I'd been ordered to find. . Mel had claimed to know the mother. Now I find a high council member, my mother, who had no reason to be here, in Madison, with a baby in Mel's basement. The conclusion was obvious.

I stared down at the child. Chubby cheeks, dark hair. . not enough for me to say yea or nay, but then I saw the cow. . the flat cow Tess had been holding at camp. I realized then I hadn't seen the seat or the stuffed cow since. Jack must have sneaked into the yard and stolen them too.

We'd gone to Walmart thinking he'd need supplies without even realizing he'd already done a little shopping in our yard.

Damn him.

And damn my mother.

I turned my attention to her. "He's yours isn't he? You're the council member."

She looked like she was going to argue for a moment, then seemed to remember herself. She squared her shoulders. "Yes. He's mine."

I stared at the seat and the wiggling body inside it. "I have a brother. A brother I've been ordered to capture so he can be killed. How nice."

My mother stood with her hands on her hips-angry but not alarmed. She thought she could beat me. Who was I kidding? She was on the high council. Of course she could beat me.

But then I'd come here to tell Mel I'd defied orders. There was no reason for my mother to beat me, challenge me, even. We were on the same side, or should have been.

The infant made some gurgling noise. Our mother didn't look down, but I saw her twitch. She noticed; she cared.

For some reason that hurt.

"You defied the council for him," I stated. She had never defied anything or anyone for me. I had never come first; I'd been an afterthought, someone who followed her around, got in her way.

"I had to," she replied.

I laughed. "You've never done anything because 'you had to.' Don't pull that now."

Her eyes flared, more emotion than she'd shown me my entire childhood.

"The council wants him killed, you know."

She tilted her head. "I heard."

I tapped a finger against my leg. She wasn't playing the game, not how I wanted her to. Of course, I didn't even know exactly how that was. Frustrated and pissed off, at her, the Amazons, and myself, I spun and left the room.

She followed me, pulling the door closed behind her.

That at least was somewhat satisfying. That at least said she was a little concerned over what I might do.

"He's your brother, Zery."

I looked back. "Half, I'm assuming. Unless there's something else you need to tell me." This baby was the son of a son. If he and I shared a father. .

She shook her head. "No. You're right half brother."

I licked my lips. For a second I'd thought. . I shook my head. I wasn't the daughter of a son. No reason to think about what that revelation might have meant.

"So, half brother, and the son of a son. Is that part true? Did you sleep with a son, Mother?"

"I wouldn't be the first or, I'm sure, the last." She looked at me strangely then.

For some unknown reason my mind jumped to Jack. I growled. "Was it on purpose? Did you do it to have some kind of superbaby?" A baby who could grow up to be everything she wanted him or her to be?

"Why would I do that?"

It wasn't an answer, but then again maybe it was.

"What happened at the high council?" I asked. "When they found out."