“I’m not here to help your campaign, Mr. Baldwin.”
“No, I suppose not. You’re involved with that werewolf lawyer, aren’t you?”
Involved. What a word, especially since I had no idea what kind of involvement I had with Kane at the moment. So I dodged the question—not that Baldwin deserved an answer, anyway. “His name is Alexander Kane.”
Lucado piped up at that. “Kane? That’s the name you said before, ain’t it? The guy you said couldn’t talk you into doing an interview.”
“Is that so?” Baldwin’s finger tapped on the armrest.
“Shut up, Frank,” I said.
Lucado opened his mouth, but he didn’t say anything. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose again, reminding me of his opinion of headstrong broads. Well, he’d just have to learn to put up with me. He’d have a hell of a lot more than a headache if the Destroyer visited and I wasn’t around.
I ignored Frank and turned back to Baldwin. “Are we going anywhere special? I have to be at Government Center in half an hour, so you need to drop me off near there. If you’ve got something to say to me, Mr. Baldwin, you’d better say it soon.”
“Direct. I like that.” Coming from the man who was proving to be the king of beating around the bush, this was almost funny.
“I don’t care whether you like me or not, Mr. Baldwin. I’m just about out of patience here. Either get to it or drop me off.”
“Frank tells me that you’re working for him.”
“I work for myself. But, yeah, I exterminated some Harpies, and now I’m his nighttime bodyguard.”
“Against what, Miss Vaughn?”
“Didn’t Frank tell you?” I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to tell Baldwin that a Hellion was in town.
“He did. He said that you claim he’s being stalked by a special kind of demon, bigger and nastier than people’s personal demons. He said you called it the Destroyer.”
“That’s one of its names, yes.”
“One of its names? It has others?”
“We don’t speak those names, Mr. Baldwin. The Destroyer is not a Hellion you’d want to invoke by accident.” I should know.
“It’s a Hellion?”
“Yes.”
Baldwin looked a little annoyed that he was the one doing all the talking. Sorry, but I didn’t see any need to be a chat terbox around Kane’s political nemesis.
“Frank also told me he doesn’t know what it looks like.”
“That’s right,” Lucado said. “I’m not even convinced the damn thing exists.”
I shot him a glare to remind him that we’d already been down that road. “It exists, all right.” But it wouldn’t when I was through with it.
“I wonder,” said Baldwin, “if you’d tell me a little about this demon—what it looks like, what its powers are.”
I regarded him through narrowed eyes. Was this the point of our interview? Or was Baldwin trying to trip me up into giving away some other information? I didn’t trust this norm. Even if he hadn’t been a politician, which automatically gave him a dubious relationship to little things like honesty, his arrogance would make me wary. Still, I didn’t see any harm in his question. I wouldn’t tell him anything he couldn’t look up in an Intro to Demonology textbook.
“It’s big and blue and covered with slimy warts. Hideous. Its mouth holds a couple hundred razor-sharp teeth, its claws are like daggers, and it can shoot flames from its eyes and mouth. Its purpose is to destroy.”
“But a human can actually control this monster?”
“It’s not a monster, it’s a demon.” I didn’t like the way Baldwin defined anything that wasn’t human as a monster. It reminded me of something Kane had said. “And yes,” I continued, “a human can bind a Hellion and force it to do the human’s bidding. But you’d have to be an extremely powerful sorcerer to try.”
He laughed. “I have no ambition to try such a thing, Miss Vaughn. But tell me, what happens if the sorcerer isn’t powerful enough?”
“The Hellion looks for every opportunity to break its master’s hold. Then it kills the master. This particular Hellion will also try to destroy the master’s soul.”
“How does a Hellion kill?”
“It depends on the Hellion. It might tear a person limb from limb, peel off the victim’s skin in half-inch strips, or rip out all the organs and leave them in a steaming pile on top of the victim’s dying body.” I glanced into Baldwin’s eyes, but I didn’t see any shock there. Only a kind of amused curiosity. Baldwin probably considered himself a cool head, but what I saw in those eyes was downright cold. “But since we’re talking about the Destroyer, that demon’s favorite method is to incinerate its victims—slowly, from the inside out. It’s incredibly painful.” The scar on my arm burned with the memory of the demon’s touch. I rubbed the spot. “And if the victim’s body isn’t cut open to release the demon’s essence, it also burns up the soul. Even after the body’s dead, the soul suffers excruciating pain for days—weeks even—until it’s completely destroyed.”
Across from me, Lucado shifted in his seat and whispered, “Jesus.”
Baldwin’s voice, however, was clear and steady. “And that’s how this Hellion killed your father?”
I looked up sharply. “Who told you that?”
Baldwin’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. “Why, Frank did.”
“I never told Frank.”
“You did, when you first warned him about the Hellion. Didn’t she, Frank?”
Something flicked across Lucado’s face, then he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, she did. And I told you.”
My mind raced. Only a few people knew what had happened to my father. Gwen knew, of course. Kane knew, and Juliet. I’d felt it necessary to tell Daniel and Detective Hagopian in Kane’s office. But I didn’t let most people close enough to hear that story. Had I told Frank? I couldn’t remember.
Baldwin’s voice poured like syrup. “You told him the next morning, after you’d seen the Hellion in his condo. Frank didn’t take you seriously, and you had to convince him that he needed protection.” He glanced over at Frank. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yeah,” Frank agreed.
I was almost positive that I hadn’t told Lucado. But seeing Difethwr had shaken me up, and the Creature Comforts fiasco had left my head spinning. And how else would Baldwin have found out? Daniel? I couldn’t believe he’d tell. But then, I couldn’t believe some woman would answer his phone, either.
Baldwin’s lips curved in a half-smile, like he was enjoying my reaction to his question. Damned arrogant bastard. I stared straight into his brown eyes, my own eyes shooting sparks. “I will not talk to you about my father.”
Baldwin’s smile grew, as though I’d answered his question in spite of myself. “It really is a pity,” he said, “that you won’t help out with my campaign. Once I’m elected, I could find a position on my staff for someone like you.”
I almost laughed in his face. “You’re forgetting something: I’m one of the monsters.”
“You’re a demi-human. Inactive demi-humans will be allowed to stay in the state.”
“Yeah, well, I’m an active demi-human. And that’s just the name you blood bags give me. I’m Cerddorion.”
He didn’t flinch at my name-calling. “Like your father before you, eh? Only he couldn’t change his shape, am I right?”
“I told you, my father is off-limits.” I leaned forward and knocked on the partition, then slid it open.
“Gordon, I think I’ll walk from here. Would you mind pulling over?”