Chloe Neill - Wild Things

“You can do this,” I said. “And right now, I don’t think you even have to be good at it. You just have to be there.”

He squeezed my hand. “You are wise beyond your years, Ballerina.”

“Immortality tends to do that,” I murmured.

Seth blew out a breath, put a hand on the door, and walked inside.

Regan looked up as Seth walked in and sat down in the chair across from her.

“What’s going on in there?” the guard asked, moving closer to the door.

“A family reunion.”

Maybe a little family would do them both some good.

• • •

They talked for nearly an hour, which was all the time Jacobs could eke out of the mayor considering the multiple charges against Regan.

I stood by watching from the window with the guard until Seth’s hour was up and the guard knocked on the door again.

Seth squeezed Regan’s hand, rose, and came to the door.

When he stepped outside, his gaze found mine. There was a disconcertingly familiar intensity in his eyes that scared me to the bone. Had I made a mistake, bringing him here? Putting the two of them together?

“You’re all right?”

He nodded, and a smile blossomed. “I can’t thank you enough for this. For arranging this reunion after everything that’s happened.”

I hadn’t expected thanks, and it flustered me. “You’re welcome. It went okay?”

“It did,” he said, scratching his head nervously. “She’s got issues. Many of them involve Dominic; others, magic. But I think there’s a chance for her, Merit.”

I glanced back at Regan and thought about what Gabe had said at Lupercalia, there with Mallory in front of the totem before things had gone so wrong. About those brave enough to crawl back from their wrongs and try to make things better.

“The supernaturals in her menagerie were well cared for. She told me she thought of them as family. Maybe that’s what she needs now. Maybe she is capable of contrition; maybe she isn’t. But she’s yours, and you deserve the chance to help her try.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he said, and before I could respond, he pulled off his wig and the plastic that had covered his nose. He ran a hand through his dark hair, smiled at the guard.

The guard, whom Tate had finally managed to shake, swallowed hard. “You’re—you’re the mayor.”

“Former,” Seth said with a soft smile. “Now I’m just a man, and I believe you’ll find there are warrants out for my arrest. I’ve been avoiding my punishment. But I’ll take it now.”

The guard looked at him for a moment, then back at me, clearly unsure what to do. It couldn’t have been every day that she was faced with a felon who offered himself up to incarceration.

“It’s no trick,” Seth said. “I’m just finally—after too long—doing the right thing. I’d like to serve my time honorably.”

Another moment passed, but the guard relented. “All right, then,” she said, gesturing two more guards forward. While they watched Tate with weapons drawn, she cuffed his wrists with zip strips she’d pulled from a pouch on her belt.

“You have a right to talk to a lawyer,” she said, putting a hand on his arm.

“No need,” he said. “But you might want to call the mayor.”

When the guard gestured toward the second room, Seth looked back at me and smiled magnanimously.

“What are you doing?” I asked, still completely dumbfounded.

“Neither Dominic nor I protected her before. But if I’m here, I can protect her now. At least in some way.”

And he let the guard lead him away.

• • •

The House cafeteria was located in the back of the first floor, the large windows looking out over the beautiful grounds that surrounded the House. Snow still glistened magically there. It was between meals, so the cafeteria was empty but for the bustle of staff who worked to prepare the next round of meals for the vampires.

Ethan wasn’t yet done with Lakshmi, so I sat at a wooden table in a wooden chair beside one of the windows and stared out across the lawn at the banks of trees and hillocks of undisturbed snow. A rabbit darted into view, paused and looked around for predators, then dashed away to safety again.

At the sound of footsteps, I looked up. Ethan walked into the room, then over to a glass-doored cooler on the opposite wall. He grabbed two bottles of Blood4You, brought them to the table.

“You all right?” he asked, popping the tops on both and handing one to me.

“Having some quiet time. I don’t get that often.”

“No,” he agreed. “You do not. Seth?”

“Incarcerated,” I said. “Turned himself in so he’d be in prison with Regan.”

Ethan’s eyes widened. “He’s made quite a turnaround.”

I nodded. “That’s an understatement. But it’s also kind of perfect.”

I made myself wait a beat, gave him an opportunity to take a drink, before asking him. “What did Lakshmi say? What is the GP demanding of the House?”

He took another drink, set the bottle on the table. “The GP believes, as we have killed one of their vampires, they have a right to the same.”

My blood chilled. “They want to kill a member of Cadogan House?” The GP had made ignorant and thoughtless moves before, but none as heartless as that. None that were as conniving or, frankly, stupid.

“They’re bluffing,” I said, and Ethan smiled back faintly.

“Bluffing or not, that was their offer, delivered here by Lakshmi Rao. I understand you’re well acquainted.”

I kept my expression as neutral as possible, but I was sure he saw the hitch in my eyes. “Oh?” I innocently asked.

He gave me a dubious look. “She is supportive of the idea of challenging Darius for the GP. She suggested I should do it.”

“Hmm. And are you?” I realized my hands had begun to shake, and I tucked them between my knees. Even if I accepted the notion that Ethan loved me unconditionally, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t fear for his safety if he decided to challenge Darius.

He looked at me for a long, quiet moment, took my hand. “I believe, Sentinel, that I am.”

I felt like I’d been pushed off a cliff, suddenly dizzy, suddenly worried. “And the House? Chicago?”

“Will be protected,” he said. “There is a long road before the leadership of the GP is settled. A potentially dangerous road,” he admitted. “But a long road nonetheless. All things can be worked out.”

“And London?” I asked. “Can it be worked out?”

“Come here,” Ethan murmured, and before I could move, my hand was in his, and we were moving. He led me up and out of the cafeteria, down the hallway, and up the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we rounded the third-floor landing and headed down the hallway to a room I knew was empty except for the pull-down ladder that led to the attic and the House’s widow’s walk.

“I’m showing you something,” Ethan said, pulling down the ladder. He gestured toward it. “You first.”

I knew when to obey without sarcasm. I climbed up and into the attic, which wasn’t much to see. Mostly rafters and insulation. The window that led to the roof was closed. I unlatched it and pushed it open, assuming that was what Ethan had intended me to do. As he climbed the ladder behind me, I stepped outside.

The widow’s walk was a narrow ledge around this part of the roof, marked by a short wrought-iron barrier. Lake Michigan was a dark stain to the east, and downtown Chicago shined to the north.

The roof creaked as Ethan stepped beside me. He put one hand around my waist and used the other to point at the blinking lights of the city.

“There,” he said. “If I take power, that is the new seat of the Greenwich Presidium.”

It took me a moment to understand what he’d said, the scope of the change he’d just proposed. “You want to move the GP to Chicago?”