“I thought this was a human party?” I asked between gritted teeth, a fake smile plastered onto my face as we gazed out at the crowd.

“What would you prefer, the rich and privileged or the fanged and furry?” he asked, guiding me into the fray.

“None of the above.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

There were vamps at every turn, sipping wine, discussing the artwork, exchanging polite conversation with one another. A sprinkling of shapeshifters was mixed in with the walking dead, as well as assorted magicians-necromancers mostly, with a few sorcerers and thankfully not a single witch in sight. It quickly became obvious to me that the safest place to be when surrounded by a roomful of vampires is on the arm of the richest and most powerful one. I’d wondered what the other vamps thought of Harrison. He was practically a baby, yet he ordered around one of the three members of the Midwestern vampire council like she was his bitch. What’s more, she actually allowed him to treat her that way. Considering that Lovely Laura Barrenheart was the only female vampire council member I’d heard of, she really ought to be one tough broad, because she’d beat out the old boys’ network. Or she was a turbo slut who’d slept her way to the top, but that was a very un-feminist thing for me to think. As a result, I’d figured Harrison had to be pretty powerful and well respected.

Boy, did I ever call that one.

The vampires were easy to spot. It’s the lack of sun that gives them away. Even in a world that believes in better living through chemistry old vamps don’t seem to have heard of a tan in a bottle. I thought they’d be snide to Zach, talk down to him like they were old money and he was nouveau riche, but they didn’t. The vampires liked him, and most were even happy to see him. They seemed to respect him, and I wasn’t sure if I should be impressed or terrified by that. Probably both. It was strange to me. When people reacted to Lex they feared or respected him for being a member of the magic police, but Zach they treated like their favorite politician, the one they not only voted for but were willing to donate to his campaign fund as well.

Me they treated like arm candy. I was on display as much as the artwork while Zach showed off that the new Titania was his pet. I wanted to strangle him for it. At least he was introducing me as Catherine Baker, the name I actually go by but virtually no one had used once since I’d been drawn into the crazy Titania drama. It was the polite thing to do-broadcasting a person’s True Name to the world is an enormous faux pas in magician society.

Slow and methodical, Harrison made the rounds of the gala, chatting with his guests, stopping to admire the artwork and explain to me each piece and its meaning and importance to the collection. Polite, attentive and witty, he was a perfect host. Were all vampire gatherings this calm and sophisticated? Even Laura was on her best behavior, keeping her distance and spending her time flirting with every male within ten feet of her. I wondered if she thought it would make Zach jealous? I doubted it, considering he was glued to my side and seemed to have eyes only for me. The flirtation was subtle-the light touch of his hand at the small of my back, a whispered comment in my ear.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked as we stood studying a large bronze sculpture.

“Yes, I think so.” I nodded, glancing around. People were giving us space at the moment, and I didn’t feel quite as uncomfortable.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back. Don’t worry, no one would dare bother you. I’ll just be a moment.”

“All right.”

Zach kissed me on the cheek before walking away, and I felt my face burn with an embarrassed blush. Considering the thick layer of makeup I had spackled on my face, I doubt anyone noticed the expression. Left alone, I studied the sculpture with a critical eye. I didn’t understand it-it looked like a big misshapen lump to me.

“Good evening, Miss Morrow,” a voice behind me greeted. Turning toward the speaker, I frowned, and after a moment I recognized him as Simon St. Jerome. It was the outfit that threw me-he was wearing a simple black suit, and without his Dungeons and Dragons black wizard robes he really looked quite normal.

“Simon? What are you doing here?” The vampire hadn’t struck me as the social type, and this was definitely a social gathering.

“I could ask you the same question.”

I wondered what he must be thinking after seeing me on Harrison’s arm all night. “That’s a long story.”

The vampire tilted his head to the side, studying me. “I’m sure it is. I would like to hear it one day. Are you well?”

“Well enough, no thanks to Laura,” I replied with a grimace, reaching to ensure my throat was still in one piece.

“I take it she objects to your…new status?” Simon raised a finely drawn brow, and I frowned.

“What status?”

“As the Lady of Harrison Tower.”

“Huh. Yeah, I’m about as happy to be here as the Lady of Shallot,” I quipped. I knew he’d get the Tennyson reference, and Simon nodded in understanding. “You didn’t bring your friends? Mr. and Mrs. Black?”

“Actually they’re speaking with your associate Mr. MacInnes at the moment. Apparently he’s a fan of Emily’s writing.”

Glancing around for Mac, I instead spotted Zach returning, holding a white china cup and saucer.

“Here you are, my dear,” Zach said, handing me the cup.

“Thank you.” I smiled. Coffee, perfect. Powered by caffeine, I can survive anything.

“I see you’ve met Lord Wroth. I must admit I am surprised to see you here, you almost always decline my invitations,” Zach commented as he scrutinized him. Simon seemed nonplussed by the statement. I wondered if Wroth was his true name. If so, he was taking Harrison’s rudeness remarkably well.

“You’ve created quite a stir, Harrison. I thought this gathering would be well worth witnessing.”

“Really.”

The two vampires sized each other up for a tense moment as I drank my coffee, and I put a calming hand on Zach’s shoulder. The moment passed, and he smiled pleasantly at Simon. “Well, I hope you have a good view then.”

“I always do.” Simon smiled in return, and there was a sly edge to the expression. He nodded at me, and then bowed slightly to Harrison before walking away.

“I guess even the undead have paparazzi,” I joked, trying to put Zach at ease. “How much longer do I have to stay?”

“Are you tired?” Concern crossed his face, and I shook my head. “Just a bit longer then. We have a few more people to speak with.” He held his hand out to me, and I put my hand in his and let him lead me away to the next objet d’arte.

Everything was calm and quiet as we continued throughout the gallery. We met more people whose names I would never remember, and I saw more art I didn’t understand. Not my kind of party, but I’d take boring over potentially dangerous any day. Zach and I stood in the gallery’s main room, providing fodder for several groups of gossiping vamps around us. Then the conversation died as a commotion interrupted the polite mood.

Turning toward the noise, I saw the body of a member of the security team fly into the room, landing a few feet from the doorway he’d been thrown through. I couldn’t tell if the man was dead, but he was certainly not moving. Harrison took a step forward to shield me from whatever danger approached, and he turned to one of the vampire bodyguards that had been less than inconspicuously hovering around us all night.

“Get the civilians out,” he ordered. “Now.”

The vamp nodded in reply and began speaking into his sleeve like a Secret Service agent. I set my almost empty cup of coffee on the nearest table, which was probably inappropriate considering it displayed a piece of art, but I wanted my hands free to deal with whatever the problem was. A few more grunts and yelps were heard in the direction of the main entrance as the bulk of the crowd was herded out of the room, and then the instigator sauntered into view-a familiar figure in his black duster, T-shirt and jeans.