Phantom Shadows Part 5

Shrugging sheepishly, he explained, "Sarah stabbed me in the a.s.s."

She blinked. "She did?"

He nodded and, catching Sarah's eye, tipped an imaginary hat to her.

Sarah grinned and shrugged as if to say, I had to do something.

When the laughter died down, Chris said, "I still want to know what he's doing here."

"Sebastien is here at my invitation," David told him, which was news to Bastien. "We need him here if we're going to fully understand what happened last night."

As usual, Chris balked. "How are we supposed to trust him to tell us the truth?"

David sighed heavily. "I can read his thoughts, Chris. As can Lisette and etienne. And Seth when he arrives. We've been over this before."

When Chris opened his mouth to continue b.i.t.c.hing and moaning, David raised a hand. "Think wisely before you question my decisions in the future. I'm growing tired of having to explain myself. To you or to anyone else."

Chris clamped his mouth shut and immediately wiped all expression from his face.

David may be kindhearted, but it was still exceedingly unwise to p.i.s.s him off.

Richart rose and drew out the empty chair beside him, motioning to Dr. Lipton.

Melanie smiled and seated herself, offering him a muted thank you.

Bastien took the chair on the other side of her, cursing the jealousy he felt slither through him. Richart wasn't interested in Melanie. He had his mysterious human lover.

Yet the other immortal's attention still rankled.

And it shouldn't, Bastien reminded himself. Melanie wasn't his and would never be his.

Her shoulder brushed his arm as she swiveled to loop her purse's strap over the back of her chair. "Sorry," she murmured.

Bastien nodded, but said nothing. She was nervous. His gift syphoned her emotions with each tiny brush against him and told him sitting at a table with so many ultra-powerful beings . . . Well, it didn't frighten her exactly. But she wasn't comfortable.

Bastien leaned down and whispered in her ear, "We're all just like Cliff, Joe, and Vincent, only without the madness."

She pursed her lips and looked pointedly at Roland.

Bastien couldn't help but grin. "Okay, I'll give you that one."

She smiled back, eyes twinkling as some of the stiffness left her shoulders.

He supposed it could be a tad intimidating, being surrounded by men and women who could read your thoughts, teleport, move things with their minds, heal with their hands, and more. He was just so accustomed to it that it hadn't occurred to him that it might take some getting used to.

The faint tones of "Mack the Knife" sounded. At the other end of the table, Sarah drew out her cell phone. "h.e.l.lo?"

"It's Seth," came the immortal leader's response. "Just calling ahead."

She smiled, as did every immortal present. "Thank you."

While she returned her phone to her pocket, the Immortal Guardians' leader materialized beside the empty chair at the end of the table opposite the one David occupied.

Sarah had only been with the immortals for a couple of years or thereabouts and still jumped whenever Seth or Richart suddenly appeared in the room, so Seth had taken to calling ahead to warn her.

Returning her smile, Seth seated himself in the empty chair.

Chris handed him a file folder, reluctantly handed a couple more to Bastien and Melanie, then seated himself.

Seth opened the file and perused its contents.

The front door opened.

Bastien glanced over his shoulder and was surprised to see Tanner enter.

"Sorry I'm late," Tanner said, crossing swiftly to the table and taking one of the last two seats.

"No problem," Seth responded. "Glad you could make it, Tanner."

Tanner took the file folder Chris handed him and opened it to glance at the papers within. Though his blond hair was windblown, he still looked like an accountant as he reached up to adjust his gla.s.ses.

What was he doing here? Was he already one of the immortals' Seconds?

Bastien's gaze slid to the surly immortal whispering in Sarah's ear. h.e.l.l. Seth wasn't going to a.s.sign him to Roland, was he? Roland was notorious for scaring the c.r.a.p out of any Second sent to serve him, which was why Seth had allowed him to go without one all of these centuries.

Or perhaps Tanner had been a.s.signed to Marcus? Was Ami no longer going to serve as Marcus's Second now that they had married?

That would actually be a relief. She had come too close to death too many times since being a.s.signed to that volatile immortal.

Seth closed the file and folded his hands atop it. "So, tell us what happened last night, Sebastien."

Surprised that he had been asked directly, Bastien complied.

Every brow present furrowed as his words floated around the table.

"You couldn't have spared even one?" Chris asked. Leave it to him to ignore everything except the deaths of the humans. h.e.l.l, if Bastien had let every human soldier live, Chris no doubt would have still found fault with his actions.

"Not without risking capture myself."

Richart nodded. "It's true. He was barely conscious when I found him, with two darts on the ground beside him. By the time I got him to the network, he was out cold."

"How are you feeling, Sebastien?" Seth queried softly.

Bastien fought the urge to squirm, uncomfortable with the concern in the elder's voice. He had yet to figure out why Seth gave a d.a.m.n about him. "I'm fine."

Seth's gaze s.h.i.+fted to Melanie. "Dr. Lipton?"

Melanie sent Bastien an apologetic look. "He's still a little groggy and hasn't yet fully regained his strength. I understand he's roughly the same age as the d'Alencons, so-based on the time it took them to recover when they were hit-I'd say he should recover fully during the next few hours. Certainly by dawn."

Seth nodded. "I a.s.sume you'd like to observe him while he does so?"

"Yes, if that's all right."

"Of course. We rely on your medical expertise in matters such as this and know you need to gather as much information as you can." The words, as well as the warning look that accompanied them, seemed to be directed at Bastien.

Bastien scowled. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d had better not be reading his thoughts again.

Of course I'm reading your thoughts, Seth said. As is David. And most likely etienne and Lisette. How else can we rea.s.sure the others that you are sincere in your claims?

"These men . . . these soldiers . . . weren't out to kill," Richart continued. "They were out to capture and would have done so had Bastien left any standing. Perhaps if I had returned sooner, we could have taken one or more alive. But alone, Bastien had no choice but to protect himself."

"This is so bad," Darnell muttered.

Several heads nodded.

"Chris," David spoke, "have you succeeded in tracking down your missing contacts?"

Chris shook his head. "No. There's no trace of them at all, or of their families. Nothing to tell me where they may have gone or where they were taken or if they're dead or alive. Or that they ever were. It's as if they never existed."

Bastien may frequently think about dismembering Chris, but he couldn't help but sympathize with him over this. Reordon had spent years cultivating contacts in the various government agencies that were swathed in secrecy. Years tapping those contacts for information and enlisting their aid whenever the Immortal Guardians needed it. When those contacts had mysteriously disappeared a few weeks ago . . .

It didn't take much of an imagination to guess what had happened to them. The Immortal Guardians' new enemy had gotten his hands on them. And the blame for it-all of what they were currently dealing with-could be laid squarely at Bastien's feet. He had inadvertently set all of this into motion when he had begun his quest for revenge a lifetime ago.

"Any luck finding new contacts?" Seth queried.

Chris shook his head. "Some. But it's slow going. I don't know who exactly we're dealing with, who we're fighting, who has the power and influence needed to wipe the slate clean the way they did, so I have to be even more careful when approaching potential aids. There are a handful who escaped scrutiny and survived the sweep only because I hadn't yet called upon them to act. I couldn't then and can't now because they're still working their way up the ranks and aren't yet in a position to find out what I need them to."

"Any word on who this Emrys p.r.i.c.k is?" Marcus broached, his voice tight with hostility.

It was a hostility shared by all those familiar with Ami's past: Bastien, David, Darnell, Chris, and Seth. Melanie, too, he imagined, since she had been allowed into the loop.

Emrys had been one of the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds responsible for Ami's capture a few years ago, as well as the months of torture she had endured afterward. Bastien didn't know how Emrys had escaped Seth's and David's wrath when they had rescued Ami, and hoped like h.e.l.l he wouldn't again. If anyone needed to pay for past sins, Emrys did. Preferably with blood.

"I'm getting closer, but still can't say definitively."

"Did you find out how he was connected to Keegan?" Bastien asked.

f.u.c.king Montrose Keegan. Bastien wished he had never worked with the man. How the h.e.l.l had Montrose known Emrys?

"They went to college together and were in the same fraternity, but appear to have parted company once they graduated," Chris said and motioned to the file in front of Bastien. "Keegan pursued a teaching career. Emrys went to work in the military's bioweapons program. Everything I could dig up tells me they lost contact and didn't speak again until Montrose looked him up during the vampire king's reign."

"Is Emrys still military?" Sarah asked.

"I don't know. All of the intel on him stops approximately four years ago. There's no mention of him retiring or being discharged from the army. Nor is he on any active duty lists or stationed on any known bases. We know he reappeared briefly in Texas a couple of years ago. But I still haven't been able to ascertain whether the facility he surfaced in was military or mercenary. And there's a big void in his history between his army days and his days at the facility. I'm still digging, but . . . as I said, it's taking time."

"Just be careful," Ami pleaded softly. "I don't want you falling into their hands. I don't want you disappearing like the others."

"May I say something?" Melanie asked, looking around the table tentatively.

"Of course, Dr. Lipton," David said.

"While I was waiting for Bastien to regain consciousness, I had Linda examine the darts Richart found and it appears the dosage of the drug they deliver has increased substantially." She looked up at Bastien. "That's why it didn't take as many darts to fell you as it did Richart, etienne, and Lisette."

"Same drug, but more powerful?" Darnell said. "Emrys must have been behind this attack. He's the one who gave Dennis the drug."

Bastien wished he would have killed Dennis-the self-proclaimed vampire king who had led the last uprising-when he had first met him over a decade ago. He simply hadn't perceived how crazy the b.a.s.t.a.r.d was. Or would become.

"And who else would know the original drug wasn't powerful enough?" Darnell continued. "Only someone who had interacted directly with Montrose Keegan and had access to his notes and those d.a.m.ned movies Dennis made of the battles. As far as we know, Keegan didn't talk to anyone else."

"As far as we know," Roland reiterated.

Chris shook his head. "I don't know who he could have talked to. Anyone else would have had him committed if he had started rambling about vampires and immortals."

"It's worth looking into," Bastien said, seeing where Roland was going and reluctantly agreeing. "When I worked with Montrose, he worked alone. I'm certain of it. Even when I pressured him to speed up his research. But I was sane."

"That's debatable," Roland muttered.

Bastien ignored him. "Dennis wasn't. If Montrose feared him even more than he did me-"

"He did," Ami spoke up. "When Dennis took me to Keegan's lab"-she swallowed as if just saying the word resurrected fears that threatened to choke her-"Montrose was terrified of him. And there was blood. Old blood. On some of the papers I rifled through looking for a weapon. And on the walls. I don't know what happened down there, but . . ." She shook her head. "Montrose was visibly shaking while Dennis talked to him. He was terrified of him."

Marcus drew Ami closer and kissed the top of her head.

Bastien nodded. "If Dennis was pressuring Montrose to find a drug that would incapacitate us or at least weaken us enough to defeat, I'm sure he was issuing more frightening ultimatums than I did. Montrose may have taken his plea for aid to others besides Emrys."

Chris retrieved a small spiral notebook and a number two pencil from his jacket pocket. Flipping the notebook open, he began to scribble notes. "I'll look into other med school chums. h.e.l.l, I'll look into all of his old school chums, both those he kept in contact with and those he didn't."

Sarah pointed to Chris's notebook. "You might want to check out the professors he studied with while pursuing his doctorate." Until Roland had turned her, Sarah had been a music theory professor at University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. "His students, too. Particularly any grad students with whom he worked closely."

Nodding, Chris continued to write.

"Did he have any family?" Darnell asked.

Bastien shook his head. "Just his brother Casey. Casey said their parents were killed in a car accident almost a decade ago. It's why Montrose was so protective of him."

"What about grandparents?" Sheldon asked.

Tracey snorted. "How the h.e.l.l would grandparents fit into the equation?"

Sheldon shrugged. "Money? I don't know."

Chris kept writing. "I already looked into that. The grandparents are dead. Both sides of the family."

"What about girlfriends?" Sarah suggested.

etienne scoffed. "Who the h.e.l.l would date Montrose Keegan?"

"Hey," Sarah retorted, "some women choose brains over brawn."