Circus of the Damned - Laurell K. Hamilton [39]
“Wait a minute,” I said. “You let me go up against that snake without helping me?”
“I came in after the crowd ran out. It was almost over by the time I peeked into the tent.”
I drank coffee and tried to think of a way to make this better. He had a contract to kill the Master, and I had led him right to him. I had betrayed Jean-Claude. Why did that bother me?
Edward was watching my face as if he would memorize it. He was waiting for my face to betray me. I worked hard at being blank and inscrutable. He smiled that close, canary-eating grin of his. He was enjoying himself. I was not.
“You only saw four vampires tonight: Jean-Claude, the dark exotic one who must be Yasmeen, and the two blonds. You got names for the blonds?”
I shook my head.
His smile widened. “Would you tell me if you had?”
“Maybe.”
“The blonds aren’t important,” he said. “Neither of them were master vamps.”
I stared at him, forcing my face to be neutral, pleasant, attentive, blank. Blank is not one of my better expressions, but maybe if I practiced enough . . .
“That leaves Jean-Claude and Yasmeen. Yasmeen’s new in town; that just leaves Jean-Claude.”
“Do you really think that the Master of the freaking City would show himself like that?” I put all the scorn I could find into my voice. I wasn’t the best actor in the world, but maybe I could learn.
Edward stared at me. “It’s Jean-Claude, isn’t it?”
“Jean-Claude isn’t powerful enough to hold the city. You know that. He’s, what, a little over two hundred? Not old enough.”
He frowned at me. Good. “It’s not Yasmeen.”
“True.”
“You didn’t talk to any other vampires tonight?”
“You may have followed me into the Circus, Edward, but you didn’t listen at the door when I met the Master. You couldn’t have. The vamps or the shapeshifters would have heard you.”
He acknowledged it with a nod.
“I saw the Master tonight, but it wasn’t anyone who came down to fight the snake.”
“The Master let his people risk their lives and didn’t help?” His smile was back.
“The Master of the City doesn’t have to be physically present to lend his power, you know that.”
“No,” he said, “I don’t.”
I shrugged. “Believe it or not.” I prayed, please let him believe.
He was frowning. “You’re not usually this good a liar.”
“I’m not lying.” My voice sounded calm, normal, truthful. Honesty-R-Us.
“If Jean-Claude really isn’t the Master, then you know who is?”
The question was a trap. I couldn’t answer yes to both questions, but hell, I’d been lying; why stop now? “Yes, I know who it is.”
“Tell me,” he said.
I shook my head. “The Master would kill me if he knew I talked to you.”
“We can kill him together like we did the last one.” His voice was terribly reasonable.
I thought about it for a minute. I thought about telling him the truth. Humans First might not be up to tangling with the Master, but Edward was. We could kill him together, a team. My life would be a lot simpler. I shook my head and sighed. Shit.
“I can’t, Edward.”
“Won’t,” he said.
I nodded. “Won’t.”
“If I believe you, Anita, it means I need the name of the Master. It means you are the only human who knows that name.” The friendly banter seeped out of his face like melting ice. His eyes were as empty and pitiless as a winter sky. There was no one home that I could talk to.
“You don’t want to be the only human who knows the name, Anita.”
He was right. I didn’t, but what could I say? “Take it or leave it, Edward.”
“Save yourself a lot of pain, Anita; tell me the name.”
He believed. Hot damn. I lowered my eyes to look down into my coffee so he wouldn’t see the flash of triumph in my eyes. When I looked back up, I had my face under control. Me and Meryl Streep.
“I don’t give in to threats, you know that.”
He nodded. He finished his coffee and sat the mug in the middle of the table. “I will do whatever is necessary to finish this job.”
“I never doubted that,” I said. He was talking about torturing me for