At that, Francesca laughed. “You’re the vomiter!”

I didn’t know if that was technically a word, but I got her drift. What a way to be referred to.

“That’s me.”

She was still smiling. It made her even more radiant. With that faint dusky tone to her flesh, she looked like she was made of colored diamonds. “Well, niña, that does afford you some latitude. Hennessey didn’t say very much about you. He was too incensed, and so humiliated. It was truly a pleasure to witness.”

“Does he know how much you hate him?” I asked with skepticism. “Because if he does, how are you going to get close enough to help us?”

She leaned forward. It opened up her cleavage even more. I tried not to look, but my God! They were so bouncy.

“Hennessey knows very well that I hate him, but I’ve managed to hide things from him before.” She paused to give Bones a knowing smile, and I almost lost it again. “He enjoys keeping me, knowing how much I despise being his. Vampires can only leave their sire’s domination if they win in a duel against them, get ransomed by another Master, or are released as a gesture of goodwill. Hennessey is too strong for me to beat, there is no goodwill in him, and he will never let another vampire ransom me. Yet not for a moment does he believe I’ll betray him. He thinks I fear too much what he would do to me if I were caught.”

The purr of her voice made it all the more chilling. She knew firsthand what he was capable of, and despite that, she hated him enough to risk it anyway. Maybe I shouldn’t be so quick to disparage her. You had to admire that kind of determination. Whether or not it came with under-pants.

“Then you and I have something in common,” I said, before glancing at Bones and letting out a bark of ironic laughter. “Well, something else. I want Hennessey dead, too. That’s all we really need to know about each other, isn’t it?”

She gave me a rake of her cognac eyes and then her shoulder lifted in a shrug. “Sí. I suppose it is.”

Bones and Spade exchanged a glance. I thought I saw the spiky-haired vampire smile.

“Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?” Bones asked, getting back to the subject.

“You to take me,” she replied at once.

“Not gonna happen!” I spat, squeezing him possessively.

Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That’s when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand.

Spade started to laugh even as I turned beet red again, yanking my hand back and fighting the urge to sit on it for my own good. Dear God! What had gotten into me?

Bones’s lips twitched, but he didn’t join in the growing chuckles that had Spade dabbing at his eyes.

“That’s not what she means, luv,” he said in a carefully neutral tone. “Francesca means that with the head of her line deceased, she wants to be under another vampire’s protection. I could claim her as one of mine, thereby ‘taking’ her. Although I’m still under Ian’s yoke, he hasn’t exercised any of his authority over me in a very long time, which is why I haven’t bothered to challenge him to be on my own. I’ve had more freedom this way, and because of our understanding, I wouldn’t need his consent to take Francesca on. Though under normal circumstances, getting his consent would be the proper way.”

Thankfully, this was complicated enough to distract me from groping him further. “Why wouldn’t you want to be on your own?” I wondered out loud to her.

“Masterless vampires are open game, niña. There’s no accountability for any cruelty done to them. Like with your nations. If you are a man or a woman with no country, who do you appeal to when you’re in need? Who defends you?”

“That’s a damn brutal system you people operate under,” I said, glad to have a heartbeat.

“Don’t be so naïve,” she said sharply. “It’s a far kinder structure than the one you’re in. How many humans starve to death each day because your nations refuse to care for their own? Even still, how many Americans die from illnesses when treatment is readily available but withheld if they can’t afford it? Vampires would never allow any of their people to go about hungry or in poverty. Even Hennessey, who is a beast, would consider it a personal insult to have anyone belonging to him in such a condition. Consider that. The worst of our kind treats his people better than your countries treat their citizens.”

“Francesca…” Spade had stopped laughing.

She waved at him. “I’m finished.”

I wasn’t.

“If you bloodsuckers are such paragons of virtue, then why haven’t any of you stood up to stop Hennessey from plowing through my kind? I mean, Bones tells me about how five percent of everyone walking isn’t alive, so there’s a lot of you! Or is it that the kidnapping, rape, murder, and consumption of humans doesn’t rank as important?”

Bones smoothed his hand on my arm. “Kitten, perhaps-”

Francesca bolted out of her chair. “Wake up! What Hennessey’s doing is nothing compared to what humans do! Each year, over fifty thousand teenage Colombians are sold into slavery across Europe and Asia, and that isn’t by vampires! In the Congo, over a hundred thousand women have been brutalized-by the rebels, and the soldiers in their own military! Pakistan still has areas where ‘honor’ rapes and killings of women are ordered by the courts, and yet your country and the rest of the world do nothing about it! Vampires may tend to their own business first, but if we were to truly start policing this planet, we’d get rid of the humans, who are the greatest evildoers-”

“That’s enough!”

Bones was in front of her in a blink. He didn’t touch her, but his voice was like a whip.

“I seem to remember a very young girl who had similar views ’round ninety years ago. Now, to answer your condition, yes, I’ll take you as one of mine after I kill Hennessey. Furthermore, should any information you pass to me prove instrumental, I’ll pay you accordingly when it’s over. You have my word on both counts. Is that sufficient for you?”

Francesca’s eyes were streetlight green, but slowly they darkened back into the brown they had been when I first saw her. She sat down, chewed on her lip for a moment, and then nodded.

“We have an agreement.”

Things wrapped up pretty quickly after that. Francesca didn’t know Switch’s identity or who Hennessey’s new connections were, so Bones gave her ways to contact him while leaving out his actual location. Spade mentioned that he was going out of town to try finding different leads on Hennessey and he would call Bones later. That was that. Francesca and I didn’t exchange goodbyes. She stayed in the hotel room. Bones and I left, but we didn’t take the elevator this time, even though we were twenty floors up. He indicated the stairs and I started climbing down. At least that gave me something to do aside from simmer.

“You never told me about vampire society before,” I remarked calmly. One floor finished, nineteen more to go.

Bones gave me an inscrutable look. He didn’t have my hand any longer. My hands were stuffed in my jacket.

“You never asked.”

My first instinct was to get angry and call that a copout. I opened my mouth to say something scathing, thought things through for once, and shut it.

“I guess I didn’t.”

If he were shallow like me, he’d say all I’d ever asked or shown an interest in about vampires was how to kill them. That anything to do with culture, beliefs, values, or traditions hadn’t concerned me, unless I could use it to hunt more efficiently. It was a very scary moment to realize that I thought with the mind of a killer. I was only twenty-two. When had I gotten to be so cold?

“How did it happen?” I asked very softly. “How did vampires begin?”

Such an elementary question. I’d never bothered to ponder it before.