Flesh And Blood: House of Comarre: Book Two (House of Comarre 2) Painter, Kristen (historical books to read txt) 📖

‘You mean imprisoned until he was starving and no longer in possession of his faculties?’ Lord Maccon considered the idea.

Professor Lyall flipped his glassicals back down off his hat and examined the dead man’s wrists and neck myopically. ‘No signs of confinement or torture, but hard to tell with a vampire. Even in a low blood state, he would heal most superficial wounds in’ – he grabbed Lord Maccon’s metal roll and stylus, dipped the tip into the clear sizzling liquid, and did some quick calculations – ‘a little over one hour.’ The calculations remained etched into the metal.

‘And then what? Did he escape or was he intentionally let go?’

Alexia interjected, ‘He seemed perfectly sane to me – aside from the attacking part, of course. He was able to carry on a decent conversation. He even tried to charm me. Must have been quite a young vampire. And’ – she paused dramatically, lowered her voice, and said in sepulchral tones – ‘he had a fang-lisp.’

Professor Lyall looked shocked and blinked largely at her through the asymmetrical lenses; among vampires, lisping was the height of vulgarity.

Miss Tarabotti continued. ‘It was as though he had never been trained in hive etiquette, no social class at all. He was almost a boor.’ It was a word she had never thought to apply to a vampire.

Lyall took the glassicals off and put them away in their little case with an air of finality. He looked gravely at his Alpha. ‘You know what this means, then, my lord?’

Lord Maccon was not frowning anymore. Instead he was looking grim. Alexia felt it suited him better, setting his mouth into a straight line and touching his tawny eyes with a determined glint. She wondered idly what he would look like if he smiled a real honest smile. Then she told herself quite firmly that it was probably best not to find out.

The object of her speculations said, ‘It means some hive queen is intentionally biting to metamorphosis outside of BUR regulations.’

‘Could it be just the once, do you think?’ Professor Lyall removed a folded piece of white cloth from his waistcoat. He shook out the material, revealing it to be a large sheet of fine silk. Alexia was beginning to find the number of things he could stash in his waistcoat quite impressive.

Lord Maccon continued. ‘Or this could be the start of something more extensive. We’d better get back to BUR. The local hives will have to be interviewed. The queens are not going to be happy. Apart from everything else, this incident is awfully embarrassing for them.’

Miss Tarabotti agreed. ‘Especially if they find out about the substandard shirt selection.’

The two gentlemen wrapped the vampire’s body in the silk sheet. Professor Lyall hoisted it easily over one shoulder. Even in their human form, werewolves were considerably stronger than daylight folk.

Lord Maccon rested his tawny gaze on Alexia. She was sitting primly on the chesterfield. One gloved hand rested on the ebony handle of a ridiculous-looking parasol. Her brown eyes were narrowed in consideration. He would give a hundred pounds to know what she was thinking just then. He was also certain she would tell him exactly what it was if he asked, but he refused to give her the satisfaction. Instead he issued a statement. ‘We’ll try to keep your name out of it, Miss Tarabotti. My report will say it was simply a normal girl who got lucky and managed to escape an unwarranted attack. No need for anyone to know a preternatural was involved.’

Now it was Alexia’s turn to glare. ‘Why do you BUR types always do that?’

Both men paused to look at her in confusion.

‘Do what, Miss Tarabotti?’ asked the professor.

‘Dismiss me as though I were a child. Do you realize I could be useful to you?’

Lord Maccon grunted. ‘You mean you could go around legally getting into trouble instead of just bothering us all the time?’

Alexia tried to keep from feeling hurt. ‘BUR employs women, and I hear you even have a preternatural on the payroll up north, for ghost control and exorcism purposes.’

Lord Maccon’s caramel-colored eyes instantly narrowed. ‘From whom, exactly, did you hear that?’

Miss Tarabotti raised her eyebrows. As if she would ever betray the source of information told to her in confidence!

The earl understood her look perfectly. ‘Very well, never you mind that question.’

‘I shall not,’ replied Alexia primly.

Professor Lyall, still holding the body slung over one shoulder, took pity on her. ‘We do have both at BUR,’ he admitted.

Lord Maccon elbowed him in the side, but he stepped out of range with a casual grace that bespoke much practice. ‘But what we do not have is any female preternaturals, and certainly not any gentlewomen. All women employed by BUR are good working-class stock.’

‘You are simply still bitter about the hedgehogs,’ muttered Miss Tarabotti, but she also bowed her head in acknowledgment. She’d had this conversation before, with Lord Maccon’s superior at BUR, to be precise. A man her brain still referred to as that Nice Silver-Haired Gentleman. The very idea that a lady of breeding such as herself might want to work was simply too shocking. ‘My dearest girl,’ he had said, ‘what if your mother found out?’

‘Isn’t BUR supposed to be covert? I could be covert.’ Miss Tarabotti could not help trying again. Professor Lyall, at least, liked her a little bit. Perhaps he might put in a good word.

Lord Maccon actually laughed. ‘You are about as covert as a sledgehammer.’ Then he cursed himself silently, as she seemed suddenly forlorn. She hid it quickly, but she had definitely been saddened.

His Beta grabbed him by the arm with his free hand. ‘Really, sir, manners.’

The earl cleared his throat and looked contrite. ‘No offense meant, Miss Tarabotti.’ The Scottish lilt was back in his voice.

Alexia nodded, not looking up. She plucked at one of the pansies on her parasol. ‘It’s simply, gentlemen’ – and when she raised her dark eyes they had a slight sheen