Dalton, Tymber - Brimstone Blues [Brimstone Vampires 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (31 page)

Another member spoke up. “I have no problem with leaving her to Hawthorne’s supervision. I agree with Millicent. I think we should leave Anastazia alone. Had she wanted to kill someone, she could have easily hurt any of us back in Yellowstone. If I don’t hold a grudge against her for what she did, I don’t see why the Tribunal should.” He looked at Bartholomew. “Frankly, I wouldn’t have blamed her for killing Caroline. Obviously Anastazia showed great restraint by not immediately eliminating that traitor.”

Matthias breathed a silent sigh of relief as the rest of the Tribunal nodded their heads.

Dame Agnew called for a vote to allow Taz to stay free. All the members except Bartholomew raised their hands. He reluctantly joined them when it was apparent he was the lone holdout.

Bartholomew fixed his gaze on Matthias. “We will hold you personally responsible for her. If she becomes uncontrollable, you must neutralize her.”

Matthias smirked. “Let’s not use pretty language. Say what you mean. If she gets out of control you want me to kill her, that’s what you’re saying.” While he spoke to the Tribunal body as a whole, his words and steely gaze were focused on Bartholomew. “None of you would do it, would you? You’d hire someone to do it. You couldn’t stand to do your own dirty work, could you?”

“Matthias, she is very dangerous. You must admit that,” Bartholomew protested.

“She is a loving, intelligent woman. If I catch any of you going after her, you will answer to me.”

* * * *

Matthias looked like he had been turning to leave when the door flew open. Anastazia walked in. She stood next to Matthias, looking at each Tribunal member in turn.

“Some of you I’ve met before.”

As she studied each one, most shrank before her gaze. Then she reached a very shocked Bartholomew. Taz smiled, walked forward, and stood in front of him. “Oh my, you’re a naughty boy, aren’t you?”

He started to stand but the men on each side of him restrained him. They put their hands on his shoulders and securely held him in place.

She closed her eyes and locked onto Bartholomew’s mind. “Matthias, do it.”

With Bartholomew helpless, Matthias was able to look inside his mind. Finally, he nodded. “I invite all of you who are able to take a look into his mind before she releases him, and then we’ll see who’s truly dangerous.”

All the members looked to Bartholomew, whose eyes were wild and searching.

“You can’t do this—”

“Shut up,” Anastazia said. “You are the one who put the Others onto me, who led them to Caroline. There weren’t many people who knew about me. Matthias. Rafael. Robertson and Albert, of course, and Tobias. And
you
. We already know Albert, Robertson, and Tobias are not the traitors.”

Her expression darkened. “Not to mention you drugged me, you bastard. By the way, next time, tie the legs, lock the door, guard the prisoner, or fucking kill her before you leave. Oh wait, you won’t get a next time, asshat.” She waggled her fingers at him. “Buh-bye!”

The phantom voice laughed, loud and hearty, and Taz struggled to maintain her composure.

Anyone but Rafe. Couldn’t it sound like
anyone
but Rafe?

Dame Agnew stood up. “All right, enough. Ms. Proctor, you can release him.”

Anastazia nodded, stepped back, and Matthias was there supporting her as she swayed on her feet.

The men on either side of Bartholomew tightened their grips as he thrashed against them. A third slipped a blindfold over his eyes so he couldn’t look at anyone and take them over. “You can’t do this to me! I am in charge here!”

“Not anymore, Torvald,” Dame Agnew said. “You are hereby remanded to the custody of the Tribunal and are officially stripped of your ranking and position. Take him.” The two men hustled Bartholomew out of the room. Dame Agnew looked at Anastazia. “My dear,” she said, taking Taz’s hands in hers, “are you all right?”

Taz nodded. “Thank you for not being afraid of me.”

She smiled, touched Taz’s face. “Dear, I could never be afraid of someone with as kind a heart as yours.”

That finished her. She cried. Dame Agnew hugged her.

“It’s all right, dear,” she soothed like a mom. “Don’t worry, I remember how I felt after I first found out. And you’ve been through a lot.” She stepped back and looked at Matthias. “And you!” Dame Agnew poked him in the chest, hard, forcing him back a step. “You are a typical man.”

Shocked, he took another step back. “What’d I do?”

“You are honestly planning on marrying her and not letting her have a proper bridal shower?” She poked him again. “Would serve you right if she twisted your bollocks off!”

Anastazia’s jaw nearly hit the floor. She wasn’t sure what stunned her more, how Dame Agnew went after Matthias, or the language she used.

“Oh, don’t be so shocked dear,” she said, smiling at Taz. “I didn’t get to be this age by being a pushover. Remind me to show you my collection of ‘Your momma is so old…’ jokes.” She poked Matthias again. “You are not leaving until I’ve had a chance to throw this girl a proper party.”

Matthias smiled and looked to Taz. “Well, love. I supposed we don’t have a choice.”

They finally bid their leave and got Taz outside while Tim and Albert went for the car.

“What I don’t understand,
cara
,” Matthias said, “is how Bartholomew got the drop on you?”

“How the hell was I supposed to know he was crazy psycho guy? You told me not to probe. My intuition was going nuts, but you said trust you, so I did!” She left out the part about the phantom voice. She knew that couldn’t be explained away as hearing others’ thoughts. It was intelligent, responding to her and the situation.

“Since when have you ever listened to me?” He hugged her. “You are going to be the death of me yet, you know that?”

“Yeah, well for a guy who promised to protect me, I’ve stared death in the face more than I care to since we’ve met.”

He laughed. “We’re a pair, aren’t we?”

“A pair of what, I’m not sure. Come on, buy me a scone or some chips or bangers or something. I’m starving after going through that.” Using her powers like that still left her ravenous later.

“I’ll bang you, you don’t watch out.” His sly smile melted her heart.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” She laughed. “Bangers first, banging later, big guy.”

He kissed her, taking her breath away. Then, with his lips by her ear, he whispered, “I’ll bang you all night, my dear. Just wait until we’re back at the hotel and I’ll show you.”

She shivered against him. She had no willpower around him. None at all. She supposed it was a good thing she trusted him.

“Food first, fuck later,” she whispered back. He squeezed her to him as she felt his interest growing hard against her leg.

* * * *

Instead of a party, Dame Agnew had them all over for brunch the next morning before they took care of a less pleasant task later in the afternoon. Halfway through it hit Taz that she felt more at ease with this group of people than she ever had in her life.

Family.

Even when her parents were alive, she never felt as at home as she did at that moment. She’d had friends in LA, but none were what she’d call close. She’d learned early in school who to befriend and who to keep at arm’s length because they only wanted her for her parents’ fame or money.

It was a nice feeling, to belong.

Now if she could get rid of the creeping feeling, life would be perfect. She didn’t even mind the voice anymore. If it was her new built-in security system, she’d learn to live with it.

Somehow.

* * * *

After brunch, the men drove Taz to the Tribunal building for the interrogations. Caroline was easy to deal with. She didn’t fight them or speak throughout the process.

Bartholomew, however, refused to go down without a fight.

Taz clutched Matthias’ hand on one side, Tim’s on the other. Dame Agnew sat at the other end of the conference table as a blindfolded, screaming Bartholomew was escorted in and manacled to the chair. Taz immediately took control of his mind.

She gripped the men’s hands as Matthias and Dame Agnew silently explored, deeply, finding as much information as they could. Taz didn’t have the stomach to follow them into the twisted depths of Bartholomew’s mind and simply waited, keeping his mental barriers disabled until the other two were finished nearly an hour later.

Dame Agnew nodded. “We’re through, dear,” she whispered.

Taz released him from her mental clutches. She felt like she needed a shower, his brain felt so slimy. The guards unshackled him and dragged him, kicking and screaming, from the room.

Matthias looked grim. “So his name is Gerard.”

“I’ve heard the name before,” Dame Agnew said, “but we don’t know much more about him now than we did.”

“Only that his network is more extensive than we suspected.”

“Yes.” She looked at Taz. “Are you all right, dear?”

Taz shook her head and fought another bout of tears. “Not right now. It’s going to take some time.”

“I understand.”

“Why are you blindfolding him?”

“Because he’s not strong enough to take someone over without visual contact. Unlike the three of us and Tobias, he has to look someone in the eye to take them over. If we blindfold him, he cannot do that.”

“But Caroline…” Taz couldn’t finish.

Dame Agnew’s voice sounded kind. “I suspect Rafe mistakenly invited her in. Normally, she would not have been able to take someone over without eye contact, either. Rafael was nearly as strong as Matthias.”

Another wave of guilt. He’d invited Caroline in, thinking she was her.

“What now?” Taz asked.

“Dear, I need to ask you a favor,” Dame Agnew said.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“We have two new openings on the Tribunal, now that Bartholomew is incarcerated. I would like for you to take one of those positions.”

Taz stared at her. “Uh, isn’t that a conflict? I thought Matthias was on the Tribunal?”

“No, Taz,” he said. “I’m the adjunct representative of the North American Clan. Rafael was our official member seat on the Tribunal.”

She looked at Dame Agnew. “What do I do?”

“Basically help us keep tabs on what’s going on. It’s a lot of mostly boring stuff.”

“Until you have two psychotic vampires pair up with the Others to try to vivisect someone?”

She smiled. “Quite.”

Taz looked at Matthias. “What do you think?”

“It’s your decision. It might help prevent repeats of the incident.”

Taz considered it. “Okay. I’m in. What happens with Bartholomew and Caroline?”

“We’ll have a vote on it shortly,” Dame Agnew said. “As I’m sure you’ll understand, you must abstain.”

“Right.” Taz had a thought. “Bartholomew was the only other person to know my identity?”

Matthias nodded. “Other than Albert, Tim, Grandfather, and Rafe.”

“Was it standard for other Clans to tell him about possible inductees into the supersecret sucker sect?”