Mortal Ties (7 page)

“Did you do that this year?”

“Yes. Should I have told you?”

“Probably. As I should have told you that today was Mick’s birthday.” He was silent
a moment, and still, his eyes losing focus as he looked inward. “Mick was an asshole
sometimes. He wrapped up all his problems in me so he wouldn’t have to deal with them.”

She said nothing, but she listened hard.

“He wasn’t an asshole all the time.” Rule’s sudden grin delighted her. “He knew how
to have fun. When I was twenty, he took me to Tijuana for my birthday.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t hear the details of that celebration.”

“Among other things, I learned that it is possible for a lupus to get drunk. It takes
real dedication and the condition is extremely short-lived, but it is possible.”

“Do I want to know how you achieved that?”

“Five quarts of tequila downed as fast as I could swallow.”

“Did they come back up as fast as you could vomit?”

“I staggered and giggled for a few minutes, felt queasy a couple more, then both nausea
and intoxication faded.”

“That’s it? No hurling, no hangover?”

“I did have to piss most urgently.”

“Life is just not fair.”

“Lily.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

She smiled and tipped her head and kissed him—softly at first, but as his breathing
quickened she put more effort into it. When she straightened, one of his hands had
shifted well north of her hip, while her hands were enjoying all that lovely bare
skin along his shoulders and chest. Her smile this time was wicked. “I promise I won’t
be careful with you.”

Words could be overrated. He omitted them entirely in his reply.

She was bare to the waist and extremely distracted a few moments later when her mate
abruptly straightened, his head tipped ever so slightly. It was a posture she recognized.

“What did you…oh, God. Isen.” Rule must have heard his father returning. She looked
around frantically for her shirt—saw it on the floor, but not her bra—

“Not my father.” He pushed his chair back, his face still distant. Listening.

She clambered to her feet, bent, and snatched her shirt—and there was her bra, under
the table. She snatched it up. “What, then?”

“You didn’t hear it? No, obviously not.” Rule grabbed his phone from the table. “Something
just blew up.”

“S
HIT
.”
Lily hooked the bra around her waist, twisted it, slid her arms in, and yanked it
up.

Rule tapped the screen on his phone. “Isen didn’t take his phone with him. Or his
guards.”

“Double shit.” Bra in place, she reached for her shirt.

The phone—the landline—rang. Rule had his phone to his ear. He gestured at her to
take it. “If it’s Pete, put him on speaker.”

She hurried to the old-fashioned stand the phone rested on and snatched up the receiver.
“This is Lily.”

“I need the Rho,” the second-in-command of clan security told her.

“He’s on a run. Alone. Rule wants me to put you on speaker.” Lily did that, set the
receiver down, and tugged her shirt over her head. “Rule is talking to someone on
his mobile, but he—”

“I called Hammond,” Rule said, sliding his phone in a pocket as he joined her. “He
lives near the draw where Isen often runs. He’ll cast for Isen’s trail. Pete, what
happened?”

“Don’t know yet, but there’s a fire halfway up Big Sister.”

“Halfway?” Rule asked sharply. “Which side?”

“East. It’s not big yet, but I can see the glow from here. Hang on.” Lily heard a
voice in the background, then: “You heard?”

“Two patrols near Big Sister have reported an explosion,” Rule said, “and are on their
way to investigate.”

“Yes. Lily said Isen’s on a run alone.”

“He’s alive.” Rule said that with calm authority. He would know, of course. If his
father had been killed, the full mantle would have descended on him. “I don’t know
where he is, but he’s alive. Call full alert. I’m switching to my earbud. Call me
on my mobile.” He touched the disconnect button.

An explosion and fire on Big Sister. Lily had stuffed her feet into her shoes while
Pete reported. Now she raced for the bedroom she and Rule shared. Big Sister was the
tallest peak in Clanhome. The view from the top was spectacular, but getting there
was a bitch and a half. Halfway up, though, wasn’t a bad hike even for the two-legged.

She grabbed her purse and shoulder harness. “Benedict’s cabin?” she called. Benedict
had a propane tank up there. That would make a nice, big boom.

“That’s on the west face, not the east.”

She knew that. Or should have. Lily ran back to the great room. Rule stood just this
side of the entrance hall. He’d opened a small door set into the wall, revealing what
looked like the control board for a security system. He wore his earbud, and his face
said “listening” again. “Good. I want Cynna here, fast. Triple the detail on Toby.
Send Cullen to deal with the fire. He’s to take a squad with him to—yes, just one.
Every other squad mobilized, but hold them at their meet-points until we know more.
Pick someone with a good nose and set him on Isen’s trail.”

The lights went out as Lily passed Rule, stepping into the entrance hall. Full alert
meant the Rho’s house went dark. She paused, letting her eyes adjust, and used the
moment to slip on her shoulder harness. “The fire’s a diversion.”

Rule’s voice came from right behind her. “I think so, yes. Or possibly Isen took his
run up on Big Sister and precipitated an incident.” He moved past her, a whisper of
sound and warmth in the dark. A second later she heard a door open.

It wasn’t completely black. The windows in the great room weren’t draped, so some
light spilled in from that end of the hall. But the moon was only a couple of days
past new, so that wisp of illumination was too thin for human eyes. Lily trailed her
fingers along the wall to guide her.

“Here,” Rule said, giving her a target.

She brushed past him and entered Isen’s study—where it was truly, deeply dark, being
a completely interior room. When the light was on, it was a cozy and inviting room
with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a desk in one corner, a small bassinet in another,
and four cushy chairs grouped in the middle. The walls and ceiling were reinforced
with steel. The trapdoor that opened on the emergency escape tunnel was hidden beneath
a fine old Persian carpet.

Lily stopped just inside and waited for Rule to shut the door and turn on the lights.

“I’m leaving the door open until Cynna gets here with the baby,” he told her. “I’ll
have to switch to the landline then, but until…yes.” The last was apparently addressed
to Pete. “I see. Lily, call Benedict. His mobile number is star four. Brief him. Pete
can’t raise the patrol that was on Big Sister at the time of the explosion.”

Rule was in full Rho-mode, which meant tossing out orders, not requests, but Lily
wasn’t going to quibble over phrasing. Benedict had to be told, and she wasn’t useful
otherwise at the moment. She moved farther into the room, feeling for the desk. She’d
need the landline; there was too much metal in the walls for her mobile phone.

She found the desk and the phone, propped her rump on one and lifted the receiver
of the other, causing the number pad to light up. She tapped the star key, then the
four, and waited.

Benedict was Rule’s oldest brother, the head of security
for the clan, and absent. That was highly unusual, but so was being gifted with a
second Chosen by the Lady, which was the reason he wasn’t at Clanhome. He’d traveled
across the country to spend the holidays with Arjenie’s family. Then, right after
the holiday, they’d had to go to D.C. Benedict’s Chosen was Arjenie Fox, a researcher
for the Bureau with a secret heritage: she was part elf. She hadn’t seen her father
in years, but he’d told her a lot about the sidhe, so when the trade delegation showed
up in Washington, Ruben had summoned her.

Benedict was also the only Nokolai other than Rule who could carry the mantle if Isen
were killed, since Toby was too young. That made him a major potential target for
their enemies. If Isen and Rule were killed, Benedict would be the clan’s only chance
to survive.

She could just barely make out Rule’s bulk against the rectangle of paler darkness
that was the doorway. She couldn’t hear him much better than she could see him. He
was talking to Pete, but keeping his voice so low she’d need lupi hearing to make
out the words.

“Yes,” a deep voice said in her ear.

“This is Lily. We’ve got a situation. Between five and ten minutes ago there was an
explosion halfway up Big Sister—the east face—resulting in a fire Pete described as
not very large. We’re on full alert. The patrol nearest the incident can’t be raised
by phone. Two other patrols are headed there to investigate, and Rule is sending a
squad with Cullen to deal with the fire. Rule and I are in Isen’s study. Cynna and
the baby will be here any minute. Toby’s at Danny’s—Eric Snowden’s son—with his guards
tripled. Isen’s whereabouts are unknown, but he’s alive.”

“His guards?”

“He went for a run without them.”

A moment’s silence. “Mick’s birthday.”

“Yes.”

“Hold a moment.” He didn’t wait for her to agree—typical Benedict—but he wasn’t gone
long. She heard him telling someone about the explosion, then she heard
Arjenie’s voice, though she couldn’t make out the words. Then he spoke to her again.
“I’ve informed the guards. We’re vulnerable if we attempt to leave the hotel, so we’ll
stay here for now. Arjenie’s going to increase the power to her ward, and I’ll attempt
to contact Mika and see if he’s willing to stand watch.”

“Okay. Rule, Benedict and Arjenie are staying put. He’s going to see if Mika will
keep an eye on things. Anything else I should pass on?” He didn’t answer. Maybe he’d
shaken his head, forgetting that she couldn’t see him. But if he’d had something to
add, he would have, so she said, “I’ll call when I can and there’s more information.”
She disconnected.

Then there was nothing to do but wait in the darkness. And think.

It wasn’t that hard to sneak onto Nokolai Clanhome. It was too big. Over six thousand
acres meant miles of perimeter to patrol, and even with the recent influx there weren’t
enough guards to survey the entire border at every moment. A single person could cross
easily if he or she was fit enough for the terrain and savvy or lucky enough to miss
the patrols. The trick was remaining unseen, unheard, and unsmelled once you got here.
Lupi patrolled in pairs—one two-footed and armed, one four-footed, with onboard armament
and a really good nose.

If you wanted to penetrate very far into Clanhome—say, all the way to the small village
at its heart—you’d want a diversion. Especially if you were leading a small group
bent on mayhem. The problem was, the diversion their intruder had chosen didn’t make
sense.

Big Sister was a relatively easy target for an outsider. The peak itself was on Nokolai
land, but part of its rumpled skirts lay in the state lands that abutted the clan’s
acreage, and the terrain was rougher on the Nokolai side. Hard to patrol. A bomb set
off there would certainly pull the nearest patrols that way, potentially opening a
route…but to what? Lily pictured the area in her mind, but she couldn’t come up with
a target that was both close enough to Big
Sister for the absence of nearby patrols to matter, and far enough away that the intruders
wouldn’t be spotted by the patrols converging on the fire.

Fire. Maybe that was the key point. Maybe the intruder was counting on the fire to
get big enough to require most or all of Nokolai’s fighters, leaving the village relatively
undefended. If whoever it was didn’t know about Cullen’s knack with fire, that would
make sense.…except that this was winter. An unusually wet winter. There was more to
burn on the east face of Big Sister than the west—more trees, brush, and general growth—but
none of it was dry enough to catch readily.

Maybe Big Sister hadn’t been the first choice. What was it Rule had said? Isen might
have “precipitated an incident.” Or someone else could have, like the missing patrol.
Someone who spotted the intruders or was spotted, which somehow resulted in setting
off the bomb in a less than ideal spot.

And she was diving off into pure speculation now, when what she needed was facts.

Faint but not distant, she heard yipping. That meant someone had approached the house
who was supposed to be here.

“Cynna’s here,” Rule said abruptly—and in his normal voice, which meant he was talking
to her, not Pete. “With Ryder. Toby’s team reports all quiet there. Still no word
from the missing patrol, but the others should reach the area any minute now. If…yes?”

Lily heard the front door open and a woman’s voice murmuring softly: “Shh, now, we’re
going to see Uncle Rule and Aunt Lily, and yes, I know you want to finish eating and
you will in just a minute, promise…”

“Hell,” Rule said. “Warn Cullen. Cynna’s here, so I’m switching to the landline now.”