The Killing Dance - Laurell K. Hamilton [162]
“He was going to kill Marcus.”
Cassandra shook her head. “You panicked, Raina. You and Marcus. Now Marcus is dead, and you can’t hold the pack. Too many of them hate you. And many of them love Richard, or at least admire him.”
I wanted to ask where Jean-Claude and Richard were, but I was afraid I knew. A ceremony, sacrifice, but they needed Cassandra to make it work. I didn’t want her to rush off.
“You were Dominic’s alibi,” I said. “Not that I’m complaining, but why am I still alive?”
Cassandra looked down at me. “Gabriel and Raina want you on film. If you would give me your word that you would seek no revenge against any of us for the deaths of your two men, then I would fight to see you go free.”
I started to open my mouth and promise.
She waved a finger in front of my mouth. “No lies, Anita, not between us.”
“Too late for that,” I said.
Cassandra nodded. “True, and that grieves me. Under other circumstances, we might have been friends.”
“Yeah.” Of course, that made it hurt all the more. Nothing rubs salt in the wounds like betrayal. Richard could probably compare notes with me right now.
“Where are Richard and Jean-Claude?”
She stared down at me. “Even now you think you can save them, don’t you?”
I would have shrugged, but I couldn’t. “It was a thought.”
“You were a lure and a hostage for the two men,” Cassandra said.
Gabriel had settled on top of me, body pressing along the length of my body. He was heavy. You never noticed how heavy a man was when you were enjoying yourself. He had sunk down, so that his feet trailed off the bed, and he could fold his arms across my chest. His chin rested on his arms, and he stared at me like that, like he knew he had all day, all night, all the time in the world.
“I am very surprised that you broke up with Richard today, Anita,” Raina said. “We sent him a lock of your hair with a note saying we’d send a hand next. He came alone and told no one, as we had said to do. He really is a fool.”
It sounded like something Richard would do, but it surprised me, anyway. “You didn’t get Jean-Claude to hand himself over for a lock of my hair.”
Raina moved where I could see her better and smiled down. Her lip was already beginning to heal. “Very true; we didn’t even try. Jean-Claude would have known we meant to kill you, regardless. He’d have come with all his vampires, all the wolves that are loyal to him. It would have been a bloodbath.”
“How did you get him then?”
“Cassandra betrayed him. Didn’t you, Cassandra?”
Cassandra just looked at us. “If Richard hadn’t broken with you, you might have been able to cure Sabin. Seeking your aid was originally only an excuse to enter Jean-Claude’s territory, but you were more powerful than Dominic first thought. You surprised us by bearing none of the vampire’s marks. You were supposed to be part of the sacrifice, but without at least the first mark, it will not work.”
Hurrah for me. “You saw me heal Damian’s cut and the zombie. I can heal Sabin. You know I can, Cassandra. You saw it.”
She shook her head. “The sickness has moved inside Sabin. His brain is going. If you had cured him today, it would be moot. But he must be sane for the spell to work. Even one more day might be too late.”
“If you kill Richard and Jean-Claude, I won’t have the power to heal Sabin. If Dominic came here planning to sacrifice all three of us, then the spell must need all three of us to work.”
Something flickered across her face. I was right. “Dominic’s not sure it will work without a human servant in the loop, is he?”
Cassandra shook her head. “It has to be tonight.”
“If you kill them both and it doesn’t cure Sabin, you’ve destroyed the only real chance he has. Our triumvirate can cure him. You know it can.”
“I know no such thing. You would promise me the moon itself if you thought it would save you all.”
“That’s true, but I still think we can cure him. If you kill Richard and Jean-Claude, the chance