This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
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“Hail to our queen!” one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ghouls called out, echoed almost at once by ano<strong>the</strong>r cry <strong>of</strong> “Hail!” More ghouls repeated <strong>the</strong> salutation, until all <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong>m practically trembled with <strong>the</strong>ir shouted allegiance.<br />
Marie bowed her head at <strong>the</strong> acknowledgments, and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> wall <strong>of</strong> Remnants collapsed, disappearing into <strong>the</strong> ground. <strong>This</strong> time, I saw <strong>the</strong> flick<br />
<strong>of</strong> her finger that preceded her drawing <strong>the</strong> necessary blood to send <strong>the</strong> lethal apparitions back to <strong>the</strong>ir graves.<br />
I quit looking at Marie to glance at Bones. He shook his head in a cynical way that mirrored my own thoughts. By getting rid <strong>of</strong> Apollyon and his<br />
top henchmen, we’d cleared <strong>the</strong> way for Marie to step in as queen <strong>of</strong> not just New Orleans, but <strong>the</strong> entire ghoul nation, judging from this reaction. If<br />
she’d taken on Apollyon herself, she might indeed have weakened <strong>the</strong>ir species through civil war as his supporters battled hers. But with him gone,<br />
she was now her people’s loyal savior and protector.<br />
Hail, my ass.<br />
I met her hazelnut gaze, noting <strong>the</strong> satisfaction in her eyes, before tapping <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> my mouth in silent warning. Marie might be <strong>the</strong> queen <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
flesh-eaters now, but she and I shared a secret that could bring her down. Her people wouldn’t be cheering her so adoringly if <strong>the</strong>y knew she’d<br />
shared her power with a vampire, giving me <strong>the</strong> tools necessary to bring down Apollyon. And if she tried to use her new position as a springboard<br />
for a war against <strong>the</strong> vampire world, she’d soon find herself fighting ghost for ghost against every spook I could rally using her borrowed abilities<br />
and <strong>the</strong> help <strong>of</strong> my friend Fabian.<br />
But when Marie inclined her head at me in a polite way, not an antagonistic one, I felt a twinge <strong>of</strong> hope. Marie was many things, but rash and<br />
stupid weren’t among <strong>the</strong>m, so she’d know all this. With <strong>the</strong> incredible powers that many Master vampires had, plus what I’d absorbed from Marie<br />
and now knew about ghosts and <strong>the</strong> vital role <strong>the</strong>y could play in battle, <strong>the</strong> two species were pretty evenly matched again, even with Marie’s<br />
abilities.<br />
The scales had been tipped when Gregor’s death made Marie’s allegiance to ghouls alone, but maybe balance was what Marie intended all<br />
along when she forced me to drink her blood, using <strong>the</strong> one form <strong>of</strong> threat I could never refuse: Bones’s life. I could only hope that evening <strong>the</strong><br />
scales for <strong>the</strong> sake <strong>of</strong> peace had been her plan . . . and be ready in case it wasn’t.<br />
I inclined my head at her in <strong>the</strong> same respectful manner, but still kept my finger near my mouth. A slight smile creased her face before Marie<br />
turned away. Both our messages were sent and received.<br />
“Come,” Marie said to <strong>the</strong> surviving ghouls. “We will leave toge<strong>the</strong>r. You have nothing to fear from <strong>the</strong>m. We are at peace now.”<br />
As one, <strong>the</strong> ghouls began to follow Marie when she turned to walk out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cemetery <strong>the</strong> same way she came in. I wondered if <strong>the</strong>y picked up<br />
<strong>the</strong> warning note in her smooth voice when she said that we were at peace. I had, and once again felt a twinge <strong>of</strong> hope. If any <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m went behind<br />
Marie’s back to start with vampires again, <strong>the</strong>y’d find out <strong>the</strong> wrath <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> voodoo queen was just as frightening as what I or any o<strong>the</strong>r vampire would<br />
do to <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
“She used no spell,” Veritas murmured in surprise.<br />
I gave her a brief, jaded look. “That’s because she doesn’t practice black magic; she is black magic,” I said, repeating Marie’s words from that<br />
day.<br />
“Can we trust her?” Veritas asked Mencheres, so low I could barely hear her.<br />
He cast a thoughtful look at where Marie exited <strong>the</strong> cemetery before bestowing a single glance my way.<br />
“We can trust her not to be foolish,” Mencheres replied at last. “Beyond that, we will have to see.”<br />
I looked at <strong>the</strong> direction in which <strong>the</strong> voodoo queen disappeared with my own shrug. Time would tell Marie’s true motives. Until <strong>the</strong>n, we had to<br />
pick up <strong>the</strong> pieces and move on.<br />
Speaking <strong>of</strong> pieces . . .<br />
I cast a glance around at <strong>the</strong> remains <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> battle. Shriveling limbs, bodies, and blood stained <strong>the</strong> ground in various dark patches. What a mess.<br />
We’d have to burn most <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> areas where <strong>the</strong> battles took place, both to hide <strong>the</strong> evidence <strong>of</strong> undead blood and just in case any <strong>of</strong> Denise’s blood<br />
had been spilled. I’d call Tate and have him keep <strong>the</strong> local cops back once we started <strong>the</strong> fires. It still felt strange to know Tate was <strong>the</strong> one I’d be<br />
speaking to about containing <strong>the</strong> scene, instead <strong>of</strong> hearing Don’s voice on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r line when I phoned in <strong>the</strong> details.<br />
Even thinking <strong>of</strong> my uncle seemed to conjure his image out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> my eye; wearing a suit and tie, gray hair impeccably combed, tugging<br />
on his eyebrow like he did when he was annoyed or reflective. Several times over <strong>the</strong> past ten days, a mirage <strong>of</strong> my uncle would appear in my<br />
peripheral vision only to vanish as soon as I turned around. Grief did funny things to people, I supposed, but I didn’t turn yet. I had bullets to dig out <strong>of</strong><br />
my body and a whole lot <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r unpleasant things to do, but just for a few moments, I wanted to pretend that Don was still with me.<br />
“Lucifer’s bloody ball sack, I don’t believe it,” Bones hissed.<br />
I did turn <strong>the</strong>n. As expected, <strong>the</strong> image <strong>of</strong> my uncle vanished, but I was surprised to see Bones staring at that same spot behind me, his mouth<br />
dropped open like . . .<br />
Like he’d seen a ghost.<br />
“No,” I brea<strong>the</strong>d.