“You had an excellent motive,” Louis-Cesare said, as calmly as if he weren’t outnumbered eight to one. “Probably the best of anyone. The other interested parties merely want the stone. You need it, to avoid the wrath of your mistress.”

“But he was here all night,” I insisted, “from shortly after we escaped him at the Club.”

“And how do you know this? The man would say anything.” Louis-Cesare waved a hand, fortunately not the one with the sword in it. “He is clearly desperate.”

“He doesn’t look desperate.” Cheung looked somewhere between confused and pissed.

“Of course he is desperate. He is facing execution!”

“Execution?” Cheung said sharply, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of us.

“It is a death penalty to break the Senate’s truce. It is also death to murder another senator outside of a duel. And Elyas was slaughtered like an animal,” Louis-Cesare informed him. Cheung lost the rest of his color very quickly.

“But he was here,” I insisted. “We have a witness.”

“One of his men?” Louis-Cesare sneered. “They would say anything for him.”

“No. One of ours. He kidnapped Radu to find out who I was and to try to get me to talk. He’s around here somewhere….”

“You kidnapped my Sire?” Louis-Cesare demanded, rounding on Cheung, who was starting to look a little beleaguered.

“He has not been harmed.”

“That is irrelevant. Kidnapping him alone was a violent act and a clear violation of the truce!”

“She kidnapped my servant,” Cheung said, pointing at me.

“She is not vampire. The truce does not affect her.”

“She was sent by a vampire!”

“She was sent by the Senate, who I am sure will be receiving a formal complaint from Lord Radu very shortly.” He looked pointedly at me.

“Yes,” I said, hoping I knew where he was going with this. “And I might have mentioned that you were here, when I called to let them know I have Raymond.”

“They already have men on the way,” Louis-Cesare added confidently. “Can you not feel them approach?”

I thought that was a risky strategy, but it seemed to work. Cheung began to look a little nervous. Of course, that wasn’t necessarily good for us; he might decide to kill the witnesses and blame it on the fey.

“I didn’t mention the kidnapping,” I said quickly. “I thought there was a chance Radu might want to forget the whole thing.”

“Why would he choose to do that?” Louis- Cesare demanded. “At the very least, he could have the man formally chastised.”

I didn’t know what the Senate’s idea of “chastisement” entailed, but judging from Cheung’s expression, it wasn’t anything good. “Well, technically, no harm was done,” I pointed out. “And we are on the same side in the war….”

Cheung grabbed at the thought. “Yes, we are allies,” he reminded Louis-Cesare.

“You have a strange way of showing loyalty!”

“It was a… misunderstanding. I had been robbed. I merely requested Lord Radu to accompany me to this house to retrieve my property.”

“And is that what he will say before the Senate?”

Every time Louis-Cesare said “Senate,” Cheung flinched slightly. “There is no reason for them to learn of this.”

“Radu may feel otherwise. I do not like to speak ill of my Sire, but he can be somewhat… vindictive.”

“You could talk to him,” Cheung pointed out.

“Why would I do that?”

“We fought for you!”

“Not knowingly,” Louis-Cesare said.

“But the result was the same. You would not have carried the field without us. And therefore the debt is the same. And your family has a reputation for honoring your debts.”

“As does yours.”

Cheung’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?” “Protection for this house for the next few days, until I can make other arrangements.”

I started to say something, then stopped. There were worse things than having Claire pissed off at me about vampire security. Assuming I could even figure out where she was.

“Agreed. And it is to be made clear to the Blarestri that I had no knowledge of their connection to the stone when I arranged to handle the sale.”

“Okay, but we get Ray,” I countered. “I promised to bring him in.”

Cheung rolled his eyes. “I have no further use for him. I wish I had never heard of him or that accursed stone!” He looked at Louis-Cesare. “We have an agreement, then?”

Louis-Cesare nodded. “I will do what I can with Lord Radu. But it would perhaps be best if you were not here when we have that discussion. Your presence might… inflame him further.”

Cheung didn’t go so far as to say “thank you,” but he nodded. He pulled a sheath off the fallen fey and handed it to a servant, who carefully enclosed the unusual sword. Then Cheung and half his boys slipped silently out the back door.

The rest lingered behind, looking awkward. “Would you… happen to have some tea?” one of them asked me, after a moment.

“Uh, yeah. I think so.” Claire had mentioned seeing some. “I’m not sure I know how to make it, though.”

“If you show me to your kitchen, I can manage.”

I pointed. “It’s through there. What’s left of it.” He nodded and the guys filed out, except for Scarface, who continued to watch us from above.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding, and sagged against the wall. Damn. That could have gone… well, a whole lot worse.

Louis-Cesare looked at me and smiled. “Lord Cheung is an honorable man.”

Lord Cheung had been in deep shit and just dug himself out, I didn’t say. Because pissing off Scarface wasn’t my idea of a good time. Not when I felt like I might fall over any minute.

And not when I still had a mess to deal with. I pushed myself off the wall.

“Where are your friends?” Louis-Cesare asked me, as if he’d been reading my mind.

“I don’t know.” I looked at the missing stairs. A few planks still clung to the walls here and there, and the top three steps remained in place. But that wouldn’t have helped me much, even if I hadn’t had one hand out of commission. “Maybe upstairs.”

“I will check.” He caught hold of the jagged edge of the floor above and pulled himself up. Scarface waited, arms crossed, eyes slitted, until he stood up, and then the two faced off. I held my breath; it looked like there might be trouble, after all.

Then Scarface grinned. “I never had the chance to watch you fight before.” He pursed his lips. “Not bad.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about, having been a little too busy not dying to pay attention to anyone’s technique. Louis-Cesare looked bemused as well, whether at the compliment or in surprise at who was giving it. But he nodded briefly.

Scarface started patting himself down, but his trophy got in the way. So he tied it to what remained of the banister by the hair while he searched around in his pockets. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing, and by the look on his face, neither could Louis-Cesare.

Eventually, Scarface located a pen and, after a moment, ripped down a hanging shred of wallpaper. He presented them to Louis-Cesare with a strange look on his face, half-hopeful, half-embarrassed. “You know, in case I don’t catch up with you at the Challenge.”

Oh, my God, I thought blankly.

Louis-Cesare gave me a fierce look, and I bit my lip while he hastily scribbled his name. I doubt it was very legible due to the nature of the paper, but Scarface seemed pleased. He folded it carefully and put it in his back pocket.

“You’re challenging?” I asked, as Scarface reclaimed his trophy.

“Damn right, I’m challenging. You’re looking at a future senator.” And the scary thing was, he wouldn’t be the strangest one I knew.

He eyed the remains of the fey. “You wouldn’t happen to know anybody who could get this shrunk by tonight, would you?”

“I think it takes a while. You have to remove the skull and then boil it…” I trailed off, because Louis-Cesare was looking at me funny.