"I know I have to be able to handle this better," I said. "If I'm going to help you, I need to get over my squeamishness. I'm too-"
"You're fine," he said. "I'm not feeling too 'okay' myself. I can guarantee, as a, uh, partner in my endeavors, you'd likely never see anything on this scale again."
"Partner?" I said, my smile turning genuine. "Don't think I didn't notice the hitch in your voice. Don't worry. I have no plans to shoehorn myself into your life that way. I'll be here to help when you need me, but that's it."
"That wasn't-That is to say, I certainly don't mind, if you're interested…"
"I'm not. Well, I am, but I can't be, right? Between the council and the new Coven, my plate's already full." I inhaled. "We screwed up. The council, I mean. We should have caught this."
"You can't keep tabs on every vampire-"
"Can't we?" I said. "The Pack does it with werewolves, and there are more of them to police and fewer people to do it. I don't mean we need to be breathing down every vampire's neck, but we need to be more proactive in general. There were rumors. We should have heard them. I can't blame Cassandra for that. It's everyone's responsibility. I want to change things, to start paying closer attention. But I also want to start this new Coven. I need to do that. It's what I'm supposed to do."
"Because your mother would have wanted it," he said softly.
"Not just that. I wanted-or I thought I wanted…" I rubbed my hands over my face. "I know rebuilding the Coven is important, but some days I feel like there are other things I should be doing, things I'd rather be doing, and the Coven… I'm not sure it's still my dream, or that it ever really was."
"You'll figure it out."
Lucas leaned over and kissed me, a slow, gentle kiss that calmed the confusion crashing about in my head. After a few minutes, we reclined our seats, curled up together, and let the soft drone of the plane lull us to sleep. When the plane landed in Atlanta, I woke up just enough to hear Aaron and Cassandra's whispered exchange of good-byes. A moment after the cabin door shut behind Aaron, I felt Cassandra tug the fallen blanket up over me. I sensed her standing there, watching me, but by the time I pried my eyes open, she was gone.
When I woke again, the plane had landed in Miami. I knew it had to be past dawn, but the cabin's blackout shades made it nearly pitch black inside. I snuggled in closer to Lucas and pulled up the blanket to ward off the chill of the air-conditioning.
"Cold nose," Lucas said with a sleepy laugh.
I tried pulling back, but he lifted my chin and kissed me.
"That's nice and warm," he said.
"Hmmm. Very nice."
"We're going to have to see my father today," he murmured between kisses.
"Hmmm, not so nice."
Another laugh. "Sorry."
"No, you're right. We need to tell him what we found… and we should thank him for the use of the jet." I caught Lucas's look. "You don't still regret taking it, do you?"
He sighed. "I don't know. I worry about how it will be interpreted. Then I worry about whether it's a sign of backsliding. And then I worry about worrying too much, what you must think of it." A quarter-smile. "Self-doubt is not a sexy trait in a lover."
"Depends on the lover. You can be almost scarily self-confident, Cortez. I like being the only one who gets to peek through the chinks in the armor. If you're still worried, though, I do know a good temporary cure."
A crooked grin. "Distraction?"
"Um-hmmm." I slid my hands under the blanket.
"Wait," he said. "I still owe you for the broom closet, and believe I can be adequately distracted by reciprocating that favor."
I grinned. "You never owe me. But I won't argue if you insist."
"I do."
As he shifted forward to kiss me, a seat squeaked… only it didn't sound like the seat we were lying on. I lifted my head to see Benicio tiptoeing for the cabin door. Lucas bolted upright and swore.
Benicio stopped, his back still to us. "My apologies. I came by for an update. I was waiting for you to wake up."
"We've been awake, quite obviously awake, for a few minutes," Lucas said.
"Yes, well…"
"You couldn't resist eavesdropping on a private conversation," Lucas said. "Until it threatened to become too private."
"I-"
"We're dressed," I said. "You might as well come in and say your piece."
Benicio turned, his gaze glancing off Lucas's glare before veering to rest on the far wall. I got up and stalked past him, out the cabin door and into the serving station, where I turned on the coffeemaker. By the time I returned, I'd had enough time to cool down. I was still pissed, but there was little danger I'd "accidentally" dump Benicio's coffee in his lap.
"I was just summing up our findings," Lucas said as I passed out the mugs.
"I can't believe it," Benicio said. "They wouldn't have gotten away with that here, but in Ohio…" He shook his head. "We need more offices in the Midwest. I've said it before."
Lucas stopped, mug halfway to his lips. "The Nasts were looking into a Cincinnati office, weren't they?"
Benicio nodded. "They still are, I believe, but they delayed their plans. They ran into a problem with the area that needed to be cleared up first."
I turned to Lucas. Our eyes met.
"When did they-" Lucas began.
The intercom buzzed on. "Sorry for the interruption, sir, but there's a red-haired woman here and she demands to speak to you. She says-"
"That's fine," Lucas cut in. "She's with us. Let her in."
I glanced back at the still-closed door between the rear cabins. "Guess she stepped out before we woke up."
The main door opened and I caught a glimpse of Benicio's stand-in bodyguard Morris. Then a woman barreled past, nearly knocking the big man flying. It was indeed a red-haired woman, but not Cassandra.
Justifiable Hysteria
Jaime stumbled past the guard, head bowed, shoulders hunched. As she staggered forward, my first thought was that she'd been drinking. Then I noticed her shoes-one sneaker, one pump with a two-inch heel, both pulled on over bare feet, the sneaker still untied, as if she'd grabbed the first two shoes she could find, yanked them on and ran. Her blouse was misbuttoned and stained with splotches of brown and dark red, and her hair hung in a snarled mess, a clip clinging to one side. She pushed back her hair, revealing a face streaked with makeup and tears.
"Oh, God," I said, rushing forward. "What happened?" She turned. Four bloodred gouges raked her face from eye to jaw. I gasped.
"I'll call a medic," Lucas said as I guided Jaime to a chair.
"N-no," she said. "Don't, please. I-I'm okay." She collapsed into the chair, bent her head down almost to her thighs, and gulped air, body shaking. After a moment, she convulsed in one final shudder, then lifted her head and brushed her hair from her eyes. She looked around, a slow, cautious gaze, shoulders tensed, as if expecting something to leap out at her.
"I'll call the medic," Benicio said, rising slowly.
"No!" she snapped. Then she saw who she was snapping at. Her eyes went wide and she dropped her face into her hands with a hiccupping laugh. "Oh, yeah, a fucking breakdown in front of Benicio Cortez. My day is now complete." She tilted her head to the ceiling. "Thank you very much!"
I dropped into the seat beside Jaime and took her hands. She squeezed mine so hard her nails drew blood. I murmured a calming spell. Jaime inhaled a long, shuddering breath, exhaled and relaxed her grip. After one last cautious look around, she sank back into the seat with a relieved sigh.