Night Runner: Falling From The Light Part 7

MacInness sniffed and looked away. "What's Chev put the buy-in at?"

Malcolm scooped up racks of chips as the floorman advised that the lowest buy-in was a hundred thousand.

"Dollars?" I hissed. My anger at being called property to my face was momentarily cut off by the very, very large number of digits. Mal steered me toward a table against the wall in the rose section. "A hundred thousand dollars?"

"You only have to have that much. You don't have to bet it all." We waited for another floorman to seat us.

"High f.u.c.king roller. What's with his hussy squad?"

"He grew up with two dozen cousins. He gets lonely without lots of...friends around." The word fell flat, and the twitch around Malcolm's eyes was the equivalent of a full-scale grimace. "He also uses them as a kind of smoke screen."

Or he just used them.

"Is the lady playing?" the floorman asked. I eyed the table. Five vampires stared back, surveying me before taking in the giggling arrival of MacInness and his flauntourage. The girls cheered and started pulling chips out of MacInness's racks. Three of the vampires immediately asked to be cashed out. If that's all it took to lower the number of fangs...

"I would love to play." I gave a mincing clap and batted my eyelashes at Malcolm. "Oh can I? Please?"

He actually spanked me before pus.h.i.+ng me toward my seat and I gave him a look to let him know we'd be revisiting that later. Mal grinned. So maybe the look promised more of a reenactment than a revisit.

"The lady will play." He leaned close as he sat beside me. "You do know how to play poker, don't you?"

"I can win if I get all red, right?" I deadpanned. Then I looked around the table and realized I'd be playing against vampires. s.h.i.+t.

Chapter Six.

I played conservatively. Even though my tablemates could hear my heartbeat, even over the giggling and stage whispers of MacInness's "family," and could probably sense my change in respiration, they still had their own tells. Suckers had the upper hand with their enhanced senses, but my ace in the hole-so to speak-was my ability to feel them beyond human senses. Which might have been more disturbing if it wasn't keeping me in the game.

Malcolm was the only person at the table who seriously didn't care about winning. He shook his head with mock sadness as he lost another hand, and winked when my eye started twitching. Then he won a hand and, even as he raked in the chips, his mood didn't change. When he folded a big blind-nothing. When he lost an entire stack of chips-nothing. But when one of the other vampires chided him to be careful, sharing an anecdote about a member of his hive, Mal became more interested in him. Aha. He was interested in winning. But his score was information, not money. Thank G.o.d he was getting something out of the night, because tolerating a losing situation went against everything I stood for.

Mal and Niall shared inside jokes and gossip, and told each other inflated stories that the other seemed to already mostly know. Or maybe they were simply familiar with the way the other lied. Some of the stories were about other suckers or vampire territories, and every now and again one of the other players would speak up and drop an insight into a particular situation. Following that, Mal would ask a question or two-not pressing, but with a little more care. If he wasn't able to get an answer, MacInness would chime in. They'd done this before, and complemented each other seamlessly. Without arranging anything ahead of time, they fell into a comfortable tandem.

The girls and the boisterous talk were effective smoke screens, and the suckers who rotated through the table regarded both males as careless gamblers. Easy pickings. Mal even went so far as to order a bottle of Irish whiskey to share with MacInness, though I noticed that the girls drank most of it. By the time a waiter brought the second bottle, both males' gestures were larger, their laughter louder. But they were still asking the questions. And Mal was losing in a way that endeared him to the other players without ever quite going out. It was not a side of him I'd seen before and, over the course of two hours, I found myself impressed.

Another vampire sat down. She had glossy, blue-black hair and her silver dress appeared to have been painted onto her. Well, painted onto a little of her. There was a lot of smooth white skin showing. MacInness's girls quieted, and MacInness and one of the other males bet big with c.r.a.p for cards. I took the pot with two pair, queens and sevens, and swept it up as one of the girls lost her meager battle with self-control and whispered to MacInness. He patted her thigh, then turned to the newcomer.

"My companion would like to compliment your dress," he said, before smiling flirtatiously. "I would like to know the name of the lady I'm complimenting."

"Sophie," the vampiress said, pausing before adding, "I've only just developed a taste for gambling, so go gentle on me."

Mal, who'd been attentively ignoring me, gave me a small smile and squeezed my knee. His eyes were half-lidded and his dimple was showing.

"I ever tell you you're smooth?" he asked. "Smooth as a feather."

"Till you rub me the wrong way and I turn all pokey."

"Pokey is my second favorite."

I laughed softly, and he leaned closer.

"Is she your pet, or a rental?" Sophie asked. Her red lips bowed up in a smile that did nothing to soften the sting of the comment. "I'm considering Guest Services, but want to be a.s.sured of quality." She gave the girls a glance, which indicated she didn't think much of their quality, and pursed her lips when she focused on me.

"Tenth World has top-shelf standards," Malcolm said, brus.h.i.+ng imaginary lint off his tie, then flipping the end up as if to examine it. "You'll find nothing but the highest quality here."

I could practically feel him sizing her up. He didn't know her, it occurred to me, and was trying to get a read. I already had my read. She knew she was gorgeous and didn't mind using that, but was insecure or she wouldn't have had to trash-talk a human. It was odd she was here alone, without a hivemate, especially if she was new to cards.

"h.e.l.l." Mal spread his arms wide, b.u.mping the bottle then plucking it neatly out of the air when it fell. "If I could, I'd live here."

The cards came around again. I'd been sneaking little wins when none of the vampires emitted disappointment or an overabundance of anxiety-not wanting to show off my ability to read them-but now I focused. Call it petty, but I wanted to beat Sophie.

She had an odd energy. It was bold, almost blunt, but with a crackle running under the surface. Like corduroy, smooth in one direction but all zip-zippy against the grain. I smiled to myself as the corduroy vampire bet twenty thousand, bluffing her brains out.

"Where are you going to live?" MacInness asked as he rolled chips through his fingers. "When you're done. What is it, five more years?"

"Give or take," Mal drawled. "If I don't f.u.c.k up again." He tossed a handful of chips into the pot, and the dealer tapped the table as he counted them out.

"Forty thousand."

"Call." I pushed the stack of chips in and stared down at the blue felt. For all his bl.u.s.ter, I could feel the tension in him. His service to Bronson had spanned nearly two decades, and while he'd sometimes gone years without being called upon to do anything, recently Bronson had been demanding.

Mal had been a thief in life. As a vampire he enjoyed casual spying and the thrill of grabbing things expensive and rare, but he'd developed other skills under Bronson. Things he only hinted at, or that I'd had to piece together. Bronson had sent him to track me down. And he'd forced him to fight and to kill, more than once.

I could feel it every time Mal thought about it, when he dreaded that Bronson would demand something of him he couldn't give. Failure or refusal would mean an extension of service, or worse. Those were the terms of the deal. And, of course, blabbermouth MacInness would have to bring it up. They didn't always fish together, I guess, and Mal hadn't corrected him.

The Irishman raised to eighty thousand. His girls bowed out. They had a firm policy of never betting against their vampire. The others folded as well, except Sophie.

"Are you bound in service?" she asked, all but purring. She pushed out a large stack of chips, enough to knock Mal out.

"For the moment." He ran his hand over his jaw, glowered at his chips as though he was having trouble counting them, then folded. "But soon enough I'll be done and on my way in the world again. With my best girl at my side." He turned toward me, smiling dreamily. Good lord, maybe he was drunk.

I pushed my own stack of chips in, then flailed when Malcolm dragged me into his lap. MacInness laughed, thumping his fist on the table.

"She doesn't look too thrilled with the idea at that, does she, Kelly? Here, how about this." He tapped the pile in front of him. "You're looking a bit thin over there. I'll give you fifty thousand. Take her off your hands in exchange. Give her a chance to trade up."

"You would lowball your own mother." Malcolm snorted. I'd seen him cut a vampire's arm off, and somehow this facade of drunken carelessness was less attractive. "Fifty thousand's at least a digit short."

The Irishman's smile took on a hard edge as he folded his cards. "What say we start a game in a private room? See who comes out short."

"Gentlemen, ladies." Chev appeared beside the table. She faced the dealer with a smile, but irritation radiated from her. "How are we doing?"

"Chev." Malcolm deposited me back in my chair and draped his arm across the back of it. "We are marvelous. This room is like a flower at the height of its bloom."

I narrowed my eyes to keep from rolling them. Sophie smirked at me from across the table, as if she knew something I didn't. As if I cared about her agenda when Malcolm was playing at gambling me away.

"Allow me to commend you on your fine card room, madame," MacInness said. "Everything is superb. Except perhaps the company, but I can hardly blame you for that."

"If you dislike my guests, I take that very personally," Chev murmured. MacInness opened his mouth, then closed it. His girls fluttered nervously around him.

"Ma'am?" The dealer watched Chev, as if asking whether to continue.

She surveyed the table with glittering eyes and I felt the slightest pinch as her attention swept over me. Then she nodded to Sophie and said, "Welcome to Tenth World. We hope to see you often."

"That is my wish as well." The vampiress smiled, flas.h.i.+ng her pointy teeth.

"Show your hands."

At the dealer's command, I flipped my cards. One of the vampires who had folded clapped twice.

"The human wins."

I reached out to scoop up my chips when Malcolm suddenly s.h.i.+fted beside me. I blinked, and realized he'd pulled my chair back. Sophie's red fingernails hovered over the place my hand had been resting on the railing.

"You can't direct your pet at the tables," she hissed. "Everyone knows that."

Mal stood, and she rose as he circled the table. He was suddenly very steady, very clear. MacInness sat back, hands clasped over his stomach, narrow eyes intrigued.

"I am aware of the rule, and follow it to the letter. Feel free to ask Chev." He gestured toward where she stood now, hovering over another table, but her attention was on us. "She wouldn't have invited me back repeatedly over the last half century if I weren't honest." Mal c.o.c.ked a hip against the table. "On the floor, at least. But, if I recall correctly, she does not abide a.s.sault of her guests." He leaned forward and whispered something, too quiet for me to hear. The female's head snapped back, and then she was gone, flouncing in a mist of speedy motion.

"Have this applied to my account," Malcolm said, brus.h.i.+ng his hair back from his face. He raised two fingers and gestured for me to come with him.

Come hither? Seriously?

"Now," he commanded, irritated. "We're done for the night."

I pushed myself up stiffly, and he grabbed my arm. I let my eyes go unfocused and repeated the mantra that this didn't matter, that it wasn't real. I knew that, but it still hurt. I'd been treated as a possession, lined up beside the car and the cash. Something useful and possibly entertaining. I'd believed it, for a while.

He'd always treated me better than that, like I mattered. I'd come to rely on it. I'd come to need it. Something twisted inside of me, a sudden wrenching as if a muscle had torn. The s.p.a.ce inside me began to fill with frigid, spastic energy, and I looked down, expecting to see something physically feeding it into me.

But it wasn't a physical act. I was pulling, siphoning energy from the nearby vampires even though I hadn't latched on to it. But it was entering me as sure as if I'd opened myself on purpose, willingly. My head pounded with anger and the rush of power amplified it.

"Another night," Mal said to Niall MacInness, who grunted something cra.s.s in response.

I was seething by the time we reached my floor.

"What the f.u.c.k was that?" I hissed.

"It was perfect, is what it was. By later tonight, Abel will know we're here. We'll see him within the week."

"What, he responds more quickly when you send up an a.s.shole alert?"

He glanced at me, but the poker face he'd been missing at the table was firmly in place.

"Sophie watched us from the doorway for two minutes, then made a beeline straight for our table. She was interested in you and in me, and that was it. She's his. She'll go back with a story of me being rash and careless, and you being you. That was excellent, by the way. You hide your nerves so well."

"If you needed a show, all you had to do was say so. Believe it or not, I do understand things when they're explained to me."

He shook his head. "If I'd given you a role, you wouldn't have fooled anyone. You couldn't own a lie if your life depended on it."

"So you wanted me to be humiliated?" We turned the last corner before my room.

"Don't let Niall get to you. He was playing along. He didn't mean anything by it."

"He didn't?" That stopped me dead. "I don't care about him. I care that you were actively bartering for me. What would have happened if the price had gone high enough? That's got nothing to do with anyone else. That's all you."

He crossed his arms, his face dark despite the light rolling in his eyes. "Things between us have to be different here. You know that, that we can't behave the way we'd prefer. If you can't do that-"

"Do me a favor, Mal." I shoved past him and stabbed the key into the door. "Take care of your business without me from here on out. I'll stay up here in my kennel and hope that, while my back's turned, you don't lose me in a G.o.dd.a.m.n game of cards."

"Sydney, that wasn't me-"

"Sure sounded like you." I tried to slam the door, but he caught it. I stood my ground as he shoved it open the rest of the way and stalked into the room. Behind me, Thurston froze, unsure of what to do. He was supposed to protect me, but believed Malcolm would be the one to punish him if he didn't. The old rock and a hard place.

"Stop it," I told Malcolm, "you're scaring my vampire." But my own pulse was fluttering in my throat as the shadows lengthened his face.

"That was an act," he snapped. "For Sophie to take back to Abel. For everyone else down there. You know me better than that."

Did I? I was rattled, and I must have betrayed it because he shook his head and made a sound of frustration. He looked down, light bleeding from his eyes, and took my hand. Slowly he pulled it, stretching it behind him until I had to move toward him to follow it. His fingers twined with mine as he wrapped our arms around his back. My chest brushed his. He closed his eyes and we stood in a small pocket of darkness. Fingers trailed across my shoulder, and I s.h.i.+vered when they finally brushed the skin of my neck.

"You do not move like that when I touch you because you doubt me," he whispered, and I couldn't have protested if I'd wanted to. My body would have called me out as a liar in any case, heating as he cupped my jaw, tensing in antic.i.p.ation. And, most of all, relaxing against him. My head sagged, and I leaned into him, breathing in his scent. It was like he'd been left out to dry on a crisp autumn day.

"You cannot dwell on what is said or done, or not said or done, when we're in public. All that matters is what pa.s.ses between us when we're alone. This is real."

That was the acid test I'd developed for human men. Did their treatment of my in public reflect the things they promised in private? With vampires, that couldn't happen. They were always scheming, pus.h.i.+ng, and hiding things. They watched each other's reactions closely.

"I don't like it."

"But you can accept it?"

I hesitated. I wanted to tell him that I could, because accepting him meant accepting these performances. But...I hated it. And I wasn't going to stop.

"I'll try."

"That's all I can ask," he said, his voice smooth and even. If I couldn't feel it, I wouldn't have heard the disappointment that suddenly weighted him like an anchor. "I'll be back in the morning."

He kissed me lightly, while I tried to come up with something to say to make it better. Except there was nothing to say, nothing that wouldn't have been a lie.

The door swung closed after him, and I followed the sensation of him as he walked away. Right before I lost him, I caught the flare of anger.

"d.a.m.n it."

"Can I get you something?" Thurston asked from the darkness.