But they couldn't exactly go around doing their normal vampire things while this was hanging over their head. And they had to be wondering if they were all going to be painted with the same brush when, and if, Alonzo was punished. Trouble was… “I didn't mean to leave you guys all waiting.”
“Majesty, it is too bold of me to come by and ask your intentions, but it would not be the first time my curiosity led me down a sorry path.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
“Do you smell something horrible?” she asked, looking at my brother.
“Yeah, well, he's had a lot of bottles today—”
“That is yourbrother ?”
“Yeah. Look, that's a whole other—”
“I thought you only had a sister.”
“Right, the devil's daughter, but—”
“But how interesting! You must tell me more.”
BabyJon blatted and I felt his diaper get warmer. And heavier.No! Hull integrity would not hold! She's losing it, Captain, she's losing it !
“Carolina!”
She jumped, and I continued before she could react further. “Look, I'm sorry, but I just can't talk to you right now. Everything's just a mess: my best friend's horribly sick and my other friend's got a crush on Alonzo, I'm stuck babysitting hours past what I agreed to, this kid is shitting up every diaper he gets near, one of my subjects wants to turn her human boyfriend, my birthday's at the end of the week and I'm off blood, my grandpa's sick and he's moving in just down the street, I got shot in the chest with holy water by a young farm boy with a crush on me, and my life story is the promising new fall book. On top of that, I haven't done a fucking thing to prepare for my wedding in three months. It is—how do you say this in Europe?—justnot a fucking good time right now !”
Carolina had backed up until her back was flat against the door. “So sorry to intrude,” she said.
I took a step forward, fragile baby-and-poop bomb bouncing tenderly in my arms. My mouth was beginning to hurt. “Sometimes, I just feel like I'm going to break, you know what I mean? Can you imagine?”
“Yes, Majesty.”
“Really, you can? Because I figure it's gotta be something pretty fucking spectacular when a Vampire Queen lights up. I mean, just goes off the deep end. Lets the blood boil and the teeth fly. Have you ever acthually theen that happen?”
“I cannot say that I have, Your Majesty.”
My tongue played around the sharp edges of my teeth. Her scent was fascinating—she had turned when young, and even the passage of centuries of evil deeds could not cloud a certain divine innocence. “Would you like to? You and I can lock ourthelves in a thpare room, and I can focuth on your particular thituation and conthernth, and we can thee who leaves the room a few hourth later. Hmm?”
“I will go now. See? I am making no sudden moves.” She slowly turned and reached for the doorknob. She was far more facile with the nineteenth-century technology than Delk had been; she was immediately back in the safety of open air. “Good… evening… Majesty…”
The door clicked closed.
“I think,” Sinclair's smooth voice came from behind me, “you are finally getting the hang of this, my love.”
As my fangs slowly receded, I didn't know whether to thank him or throw the baby-bomb at him.
Chapter 23
“Laura, I'm so sorry to do this to you again.”
“Betsy, it's fine. I'm delighted to help out.” She nuzzled the baby. “And delighted ooo see ooo again! Is ooo my best wittle boy? Is ooo?”
“Really, really sorry. But I had plans for tonight and frankly, if I don't do this now, I'll never psych myself up to do it again.”
She had all the baby crap, was hauling it (and BabyJon) easily into the front hall. “Betsy, will you stop? It's my pleasure to help out. You'll let his mom know?”
“Yeah, well, she's not gonna be happy when she finds out I shirked BabyJon on you. Just remind her not to shoot the messenger.”
Laura laughed, shaking her blond hair away from her face. “Goodness! I'm sure she'll be fine. You know, Betsy, Mrs. Taylor isn't nearly as bad as you—”
Okay, if I had to get the “give your stepmother a chance” lecture from someone who hadn't grown up with her, I was going to pop a blood vessel. “Yeah, well, thanks, I owe you, bye!” I gave her a helpful shove.
I closed the big front door and leaned on it. Right. BabyJon given the bootie: check. Sinclair off with Tina somewhere: check. No pop-ins that I knew of: check. Marc at work: check. Toni and Garrett prowling around outside, him to eat and her for kicks: check (I made a mental note to make sure those two were only fucking with bad guys). Cathie-the-ghost nowhere in evidence: check.
Jessica knitting in her room: check.
She had a largish room on the second floor, the one with the blue and gold wallpaper and all the trim and old furniture in blond wood, as if the Scandinavian carpenters who built this mansion so long ago were thinking of their wives' hair when they designed and built it.
I rapped on the half-closed door and went in at her, “C'mon in.”
Crocheting in bed was a new thing. Usually she brought her yarn bag into the kitchen with us, or went into the basement with Garrett, or took it to a craft class. But Marc had explained that she got tired earlier, and took longer to get going when she got up.
“Got a minute?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“I can't tell where the one on the bed is, and the one you're working on starts,” I joked. It was true, though: she was lying on a navy crocheted coverlet, and crocheting another one, this one red.
“Yeah, well, you're an idiot.” She grinned.
“Uh-huh.” I barely heard the insult. I started to sit on the bed, then got up and sort of prowled around the foot of it for a moment. “Listen, Jess, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. I mean, alot .”
“Do you need some Advil?”
“This is serious!” I almost shouted at her. “Listen—I can't believe I'm even talking to you about this—”
“No,” she said.
“What?”
“No. You can't bite me. You can't turn me into a vampire. I won't allow it.”
My oft-rehearsed speech disappeared in a whirl of relief and indignation. “What? How did you know? Oh, those big-mouthed idiots!”
“Yes, that's how I'd describe Tina and Sinclair. Come on, Betsy. Nobody had to tell me. It was so obvious—not only are you having private conversations with experienced vampires, but frankly, every time you look at me it's like a dog looking at a raw steak.”
“Huh.”
“Yeah.”
“Listen, I'm sorry about the looks, but I've done some research, and the risks—”
“Are a lot higher if you bite me, than if I treat my cancer.”
I opened my mouth.
“Because pretty it up how you want, you're still killing me, right?”
I closed my mouth and she went on, in a nice but totally firm way. “Even if I come back after. And if Ido come back after, there's no guarantee I'll be me, right? In fact, it sounds like for at least the first few years, I'll be a mindless blood-sucking automaton. No thank you.”
“Anything sounds bad when you put 'mindless' and 'sucking' in front of it.” I flopped down on the end of her bed. “Jeez, days I've been working up to this, grilling everybody, screwing up the courage to talk to you about it, and you're all, 'yeah, I knew what you were going to say, and by the way, no.' ”