“Nothing is more public than adopting a warmblood into a vampire clan,” Verin told me. She looked at Matthew. “Didn’t you take the time to teach the witch our vampire customs before you rushed into this forbidden affair?”
“Time was a luxury we didn’t have,” I replied instead. From the very beginning of our relationship, Ysabeau had warned me that I had a lot to learn about vampires. After this conversation, the topic of blood vows was moving to the head of my research agenda.
“Then let me explain it to you,” Verin said, her voice sharper than any schoolmarm’s. “Before Philippe’s bloodsong fades, one of his full-blooded children must acknowledge it. Unless that happens, you are not truly a de Clermont and no other vampire is obligated to honor you as such.”
“Is that all? I don’t care about vampire honor. Being Matthew’s wife is enough for me.” The more I heard about becoming a de Clermont, the less I liked it.
“If that were true, then my father wouldn’t have adopted you,” Verin observed.
“We will compromise,” Baldwin said. “Surely Philippe would be satisfied if, when the witch’s children are born, their names are listed among my kin on the de Clermont family pedigree.” His words sounded magnanimous, but I was sure there was some darker purpose to them.
“My children are not your kin.” Matthew’s voice sounded like thunder.
“They are if Diana is a de Clermont as she claims,” Baldwin said with a smile.
“Wait. What pedigree?” I needed to back up a step in the argument.
“The Congregation maintains official pedigrees of all vampire families,” Baldwin said. “Some no longer observe the tradition. The de Clermonts do. The pedigrees include information about rebirths, deaths, and the names of mates and their offspring.”
My hand automatically covered my belly. I wanted the Congregation to remain unaware of my children for as long as possible. Based on the wary look in Matthew’s eyes, he felt the same way.
“Maybe your timewalking will be enough to satisfy questions about the blood vow, but only the blackest of magics—or infidelity—can explain this pregnancy,” Baldwin said, relishing his brother’s discomfort. “The children cannot be yours, Matthew.”
“Diana is carrying my children,” Matthew said, his eyes dangerously dark.
“Impossible,” Baldwin stated flatly.
“True,” Matthew retorted.
“If so, they’ll be the most hated—and the most hunted—children the world has ever known. Creatures will be baying for their blood. And yours,” Baldwin said.
I registered Matthew’s sudden departure from my side at the same moment that I heard Baldwin’s chair break. When the blur of movement ceased, Matthew stood behind his brother with his arm locked around Baldwin’s throat, pressing a knife into the skin over his brother’s heart.
Verin looked down at her boot in amazement and found nothing but an empty scabbard. She swore.
“You may be head of the family, Baldwin, but never forget that I am its assassin,” Matthew growled.
“Assassin?” I tried to hide my confusion as another hidden side of Matthew was brought to light.
Scientist. Vampire. Warrior. Spy. Prince.
Assassin.
Matthew had told me he was a killer—repeatedly—but I had always considered this part and parcel of being a vampire. I knew he’d killed in self-defense, in battle, and to survive. I’d never dreamed that Matthew committed murder at his family’s behest.
“Surely you knew this?” Verin asked in a voice tinged with malice, her cold eyes studying me closely. “If Matthew weren’t so good at it, one of us would have put him down long ago.”
“We all have a role in this family, Verin.” Matthew’s voice dripped with bitterness. “Does Ernst know yours—how it begins between soft sheets and a man’s thighs?”
Verin moved like lightning, her fingers bent into lethal claws as she went for Matthew.
Vampires were fast, but magic was faster.
I pushed Verin against a wall with a blast of witchwind, keeping her away from my husband and Baldwin long enough for Matthew to exact some promise from his brother and release him.
“Thank you, ma lionne.” It was Matthew’s usual endearment when I’d done something brave—or incredibly stupid. He handed me Verin’s knife. “Hold on to this.”
Matthew lifted Verin to her feet while Gallowglass moved closer to stand at my elbow.
“Well, well,” Verin murmured when she was standing upright again. “I see why Atta was drawn to your wife, but I wouldn’t have thought you had the stones for such a woman, Matthew.”
“Things change,” Matthew said shortly.
“Apparently.” Verin gave me an appraising look.
“You’ll be keeping your promise to Granddad, then?” Gallowglass asked Verin.
“We’ll see,” she said cautiously. “I have months to decide.”
“Time will pass, but nothing will change.” Baldwin looked at me with barely concealed loathing. “Recognizing Matthew’s wife will have catastrophic consequences, Verin.”
“I honored Atta’s wishes while he lived,” Verin said. “I cannot ignore them now that he is dead.”
“We must take comfort from the fact that the Congregation is already looking for Matthew and his mate,” Baldwin said. “Who knows? They may both be dead before December.”
After giving us a final, contemptuous look, Baldwin stalked from the room. Verin stole an apologetic glance at Gallowglass and trailed after him.
“So . . . that went well,” Gallowglass muttered “Are you all right, Auntie? You’ve gone a bit shiny.”
“The witchwind blew my disguising spell out of place.” I tried to tug it around me again.
“Given what happened here this morning, I think you’d better keep it on while Baldwin is at home,” Gallowglass suggested.
“Baldwin cannot know of Diana’s power. I’d appreciate your help with that, Gallowglass. Fernando’s, too.” Matthew didn’t specify what form this assistance would take.
“Of course. I’ve been watching over Auntie her whole life,” Gallowglass said, matter-of-fact. “I’ll not be stopping now.”
At these words parts of my past that I had never understood slid into place like jagged puzzle pieces. As a child I’d often felt other creatures watching me, their eyes nudging and tingling and freezing my skin. One had been Peter Knox, my father’s enemy and the same witch who had come to Sept-Tours looking for Matthew and me only to kill Em. Could another have been this giant bear of a man, whom I now loved like a brother but had not even met until we traveled back to the sixteenth century?