Undead and Uneasy Page 11

  "-no trouble to come back to the Cities with you. "

  "You're sweet," I said again, "but it's my mess to clean up, not yours. But think about what I said. About this fall. " I drained my tea and finished. "Now, if I expect to make some time before the sun comes up, I'd better book. Sorry to barge in on you like this. "

  "Wait, wait. " Delk grabbed a Post-It and scribbled on it, then stuck it to my arm. "That's my cell. Call me and I can be in the Cities in less than a day. "

  "Thanks," I said, not mentioning that Tina had extensive files on various ways to track him down. I pulled it off my arm and stuck it in my pocket. "I'll treasure it always. "

  "Say hi to Jessica and Marc for me. "

  "Sure. Thanks for not staking me the minute I knocked on your door. "

  "Aww. You're too cute to stake. "

  All of a sudden I was in a big hurry to leave. I was afraid I'd weaken and tell him to come back with me-I was so tired of being by myself. And I felt guilty about his crush. He'd forgiven me pretty quickly for what I still considered to be an unforgivable act. Was that my fault? I'd never led him on deliberately. I didn't think.

  "Want to hear something funny?" he asked, getting up to walk me to the door.

  "Absolutely. "

  "I wrote the publishing house. The one that's publishing Undead and Unwed? I pretended to be a reviewer, and they sent me an ARC. "

  "ARC?"

  "Advanced reader's copy. Of my book. It's kind of cute. It's told in first person. You know-you're telling your own story. "

  Suddenly the front door was about a hundred miles away. Guilt was washing over me like a tsunami. "Oh?" I managed, trying not to gallop the rest of the way to the door.

  "Yeah. "

  "Delk, I'm-"

  "I know. " He looked at me thoughtfully. I tried not to look at his nipples. "I guess if you're going to be the queen, you have to be the queen. "

  Whatever that meant. "Yep, that's about right. "

  "But I hope you'll remember that you were human first, and for a lot longer. "

  "I try to. " Finally, a pure truth. "Every day, I try to. It's sort of what drives the other vampires batshit. "

  He grinned. "Well then! An even better reason to keep it up. "

  "Thanks for the tea. "

  "Thanks for having the courtesy to come and see me yourself. "

  He held the door open for me. We stood there, fairly awkwardly, while I tried to think of something to say. I didn't dare kiss him, not even a buss on the cheek. Shaking hands seemed kind of overly formal, given all we had been through. Not doing anything at all would be rude.

  "Fuck it," I said, and grabbed him and gave him a resounding kiss on each cheek, real smackers. "There. Bye. "

  "Hey, if it turns out Sinclair is dead-"

  "Stop. "

  "Too soon for jokes?"

  "Just a bit. " I started down the steps. "Behave yourself. Maybe I'll see you in September. "

  "More like probably," he said cheerfully. He let the porch door slam behind him and leaned on the railing. "It'd be worth it just to irritate the piss out of your runaway groom. "

  "You're not staring at my ass as I walk away, are you?

  "Of course I am!"

  I grinned in spite of myself and shot him the finger over my right shoulder. He waved as I started the car and put it in gear, and I flashed my high-beams in response.

  Cross another suspect off my list. But I felt slightly better for coming. And I made a promise to myself. Two promises. I would fix Delk up, and no matter what it took, I'd make sure he got the credit for Undead and Unwed, as well as the royalties.

  How? I had no idea. But it was the least I could do. Chapter 30

 

  "I can't believe you're babysitting me. "

  "Hey, you didn't have to come. "

  "Uh-huh. Rattling around that mausoleum you live in was a much better plan. "

  "Mom, can I have some more paper?"

  Jeannie and Lara Wyndham and I were back at the bridal shop. Tonight was the first night of the full moon. My wedding was in four days.

  Denial? Was that why I was here? Pretending everything was fine and I really was getting married next week? Well, yeah. Besides, if Sinclair did show up (or if I was ever able to figure out where he was), I had no plans to walk down the aisle naked.

  Given that I'd been planning my wedding since the seventh grade, it was slightly insane that I'd left the dress for so late. Not only did it have to be The Dress, but at this stage of the game it needed to require few if any alterations.

  The florist was taken care of, ditto the reception menu. The justice of the peace was booked-he was a friend of my mom's. The RSVPs had all come in long before Sinclair had disappeared. It was a small civil ceremony, so there'd be no rehearsal. No bridesmaids, either, though I'd picked out designer suits for my girlfriends to wear, all Vera Wangs, all jewel colors.

  Speaking of jewel colors, Lara was lying on the floor, drawing with Crayola Sparkly Markers. Jeannie was slumped in one of the armchairs, staring at the ceiling. And, what came as a pleasant surprise, she wasn't armed. And I was trying not to remember the last time I'd been at the bridal shop, when things had been almost normal.

  "How was your wedding?" I asked, waiting for the clerk to haul out some dresses.

  She snorted. "I didn't have one. The day I met Michael I got knocked up with this one. " She nodded at her daughter. "As far as werewolves are concerned, that was the wedding. "

  "Really?" I was interested in spite of my own problems. "I'm kind of in the same boat. We've got this thing called The Book of the Dead, which foretold- uh-me. And my fiance, Sinclair. So he always figured we were married, too. Even when I couldn't stand him, he assumed we were hitched. "

  "Aggravating. "

  "Say it twice. Anyway, the last thing he wanted was a real wedding with a dress and a caterer and a cake we can't eat. "

  "Oh. And now he's gone?"

  "Yeah. "

  Jeannie was probably a lousy poker player. I was grateful she was too tactful to suggest Sinclair hadn't been kidnapped. She looked at me, bit her lip, and then went back to staring at the ceiling.

  "I hope we get this cleared up sooner rather than later," she fretted, shifting in her seat. Her shoulder-length hair, normally curly, was bordering on frizzy, thanks to the humidity, and she shoved a wad of it behind one ear and crossed her legs. "I haven't seen my son in a week. "

  "Oh? How many kids do you have?"

  "Lara here, and my son, Aaron. He'll be two next month. " She sighed. "Obviously this trip was too dangerous for a toddler. "

  "Uh. " I glanced at Lara, reassuring myself she was engrossed and paying no attention. "Not to tell you your business, but I think it's too dangerous for anybody under thirty. "

  She smiled thinly. "Lara will be the next Pack leader. The more she knows about the world before she has to take over, the better. "

  "Yeah, but-not much time to just be a kid, huh?"

  Jeannie said nothing. But I could tell she didn't like it. What must it be like, I wondered, to be a human in the middle of a bunch of werewolves? In love with your husband and glad enough to have kids with him, but caught up in a society with completely different rules?

  I could so totally relate.

  "So even though you have a little boy, Lara will-?"

  "The mantle's passed down by birth order, not gender. "

  "How refreshing!" And I meant it. Men usually got all the breaks.

  "Yeah. But I see where you're going with all this. And yeah, I wish I could protect Lara from-well, everything. But a werewolf cub isn't like a human child. Even a half/half, like my daughter. They're bolder than we are, and faster, more pragmatic and. . . well, crueler, in some ways. From the day she was born she was different than any human baby. I swear, she was born without the fear gene. "

  "Fear is a gene?"

  "You want to get int
o it, blondie?" she demanded, but she was smiling. "Because we'll go, if you want to go. "

  "Don't call me blondie, fuzzball. "

  "Mom, you worry too much," Lara said from the floor, drawing what appeared to be a field of upside-down mushrooms on fire.

  "That's my prerogative. "

  "What's-"

  "It means that as your mom, I retain the right to worry about you pretty much until the day I die. "

  "Oh, yay," the kid muttered, then giggled when Jeannie nudged her rump with the toe of her sandal.

  "So your husband and his buds are running around on all fours in the middle of St. Paul right about now?"

  Jeannie shrugged. This was obviously old stuff to her. I couldn't help but admire her. She'd adjusted to her extreme lifestyle change a lot better than I had. Of course, she'd had a few more years to deal with it.

  "I wish I was on all fours right now," Lara said.

  I looked a question at Jeannie, who replied, "Puberty, usually. "

  "Oh, that sounds like a fun time. "

  She grinned and opened her mouth, but before she could elaborate. . .

  "Ah, Ms. Taylor!So nice to see you again. "

  "Yeah, hi, uh-"

  "Misty, Sherri, and I will be heading out for a quick bite, but you're our only appointment this evening. Christopher is in the back, selecting some gowns we think will superbly suit your height and complexion. "

  "Superb," I said.

  "Mega superb," Jeannie added.

  "We've got some lovely things in from Saison Blanche, Nicole Miller, Vera Wang, and Signature. "

  "Terrific. But you know, time's kind of an issue for me.

  "And not wanting to be here is kind of an issue for my mom," Lara added, ignoring another toe-poke from her mother.

  "Can't I just go in the back and sort of look around? It'd go a lot faster, don't you think?"

  "I'm afraid that's against policy, Ms. Taylor. But we're willing to stay as late as necessary this evening to be sure you find the perfect gown. "

  Jeannie groaned. I couldn't blame her. If I were in her shoes, I'd probably be bored out of my mind, too. In fact, I was sort of amazed that-

  (Beth)

  "Sorry, what?"

  Jeannie glanced at me. "What?"

  "What'd you say?"

  "Nothing out loud. But I was thinking all sorts of nasty things. " She grinned. "What? Vampires can read minds?"

  "No. " Not entirely true. I could read Sinclair's mind when we were making love. In fact, it was just as well we were fated to rule for a thousand years, because he had ruined sex for me with anybody else.

  Wait a minute! The Book of the Dead said we were fated to rule for a thousand years. There wasn't anything in there about Sinclair being killed before we even got officially hitched.

  Why hadn't I thought of that before?

  I was so excited I wanted to run out of the bridal shop and-and-well, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but I sure didn't want to sit there a moment longer. I-

  "Here we are, Ms. Taylor. " Christopher emerged from a side hall, where I knew he'd hung three or four gowns in a dressing room for me to try on. It was good timing, since the other three clerks had just left.

  Concealing my excitement, I slowly got to my feet, sauntered over to Christopher, gripped him by the elbow, and murmured, "Take us to all the dresses. "

  He wheeled around like a reprogrammed robot and started marching toward the back. Snickering, Jeannie rose and followed, and Lara followed her.

  Now we were getting somewhere. That's right, everything was coming up Betsy! Chapter 31

 

  The salon had, at rough count, three thousand gowns in the back. I could eliminate some right off the bat. No meringue dresses. Nothing with too many beads-I hated shiny. Nothing strapless-I'd freeze my ass off. Nothing with a long train-I'd trip and make a fool of myself, guaranteed. No mermaid styles-the clingy gown that flared out from the knees.

  And none of that new slutty style, either-the kind that looked like a traditional dress from the back, but from the front the skirt split just below crotch level and showed miles of leg. Not that my legs weren't fabulous. But this was a wedding. . . some decorum was called for.

  I was looking for a nice, creamy ivory. Pure white was too harsh with my undead complexion. Even off-white was a little too much.

  Lara went back to coloring, and Jeannie paced around the back like a caged cat. I would occasionally emerge for a thumbs-up or -down.

  "No. "

  "Uh-uh," Lara said, glancing up from her new drawing.

  "Doesn't suit you," Jeannie said when I emerged again.

  "Mom's right. "

  And again. . . "Nope. "

  "Too billowy. "

  And again. "Your tits are just about popping out. Now, if that's the look you're going for. . . "

  And again. "You're lost in all those ruffles. "

  "Buried," Lara agreed.

  "What about some color?" Jeannie asked. Her voice was muffled, as she was pretty far in the back.

  "No, I want traditional, yet fabulous. "

  "I don't mean all red or all blue. But how about this?" Jeannie emerged holding a cream-colored gown with a plunging-yet-not-slutty bodice, cap sleeves, an A-line style with a simple skirt that fell straight to the floor. Small red silk stars and flowers were embroidered all over the skirt and bodice.

  I stared. Lara stared. Then Jeannie looked at the price tag and stared. "Fuck a duck," she said. "Never mind. "

  "Hold it!"

  And that's how the alpha female of the Wyndham werewolves found my wedding gown. Chapter 32

 

  "It fit you perfectly. " Jeannie still couldn't get over it. We had just gotten back to the mansion. "Didn't you say you're getting married in a few days? You really lucked out. Whoever heard of an off-the-rack wedding dress that didn't need alterations?"

  "Proof that it's The Gown For Me. Thanks again. If you hadn't found it, I never would have thought to ask for such a thing. "

  "No need to thank me, my motives were purely selfish. That's three hours of my life I didn't have to waste in that taffeta hellhole. Lara, go find your bag and get ready for bed. " She turned to me. "We grabbed one of the bedrooms on the third floor, is that all right?"

  "Sure. There's plenty of room up there. " I glanced at my watch. Nine o'clock. I was giving serious thought to flipping through the Book of the Dead. But I was also afraid. The last time I'd tried such a stunt, I'd turned into a truly awful bitch for the better part of the evening. Hurt my friends. Hurt Sinclair. It had taken me a long, long time to forgive myself.

  And there was Jeannie and Lara to think about. Michael hadn't left them in my care so I could attack them after reading the wrong chapter in the vampire bible.

  Worse: the Book didn't have an index, or even a table of contents. There was no way to look anything up. I'd have to flip through it-skim as much as possible-and hope I stumbled across something helpful.

  On the upside? The Book was never wrong. It had successfully predicted me, Sinclair, my powers, and come to think of it-

  "My baby," I said out loud, ignoring Jeannie's curious look. How did it go? "And the Queene shalt noe a living childe, and he shalt be hers by a living man. " Yeah. That was more or less it. When Sinclair had told me at the time, it had depressed the hell out of him. He assumed it meant I'd get knocked up by someone else. But I "knew" a living child who was mine by another man. . . my father.

  So the Book of the Dead had been right about a baby. It also foretold that Sinclair and I were supposed to be the king and queen for a thousand years. Did that mean I could quit worrying? That everything would work itself out?

  (Beth)

  "What?"

  "Betsy?"

  "What?"

  "Your purse is ringing. "

  I glanced at the table where we habitually tossed our purses, wallets, and keys. J
eannie was right. My purse was ringing. I opened it and grabbed my cell.

  "Hello?"

  "Hey, it's me. Whoa, you actually answered your cell!"

  "Hi, Jess, and yes I did. What's up?"

  "I was wondering how the dress shopping went. "

  "Awesomely. "

  "I'm pretty sure that's not a word. "

  "Who cares? I found it. "

  "Great! It's still cream, right? You stayed away from the pure whites?"

  "Yeah, and-"

  "Great. Come on over to the hospital, will you? I've got something for you. "

  "You mean right now?"

  "No, I mean next month. Yeah, now. "

  I glanced at my guests, who I assumed were more interested in going to bed than running around the oncology ward at this hour. I covered the bottom half of the phone. "Do you guys mind if I run out for a bit?"

  "No," Jeannie yawned. Lara was already sleepwalking toward the stairs, a toothbrush clenched in one fist.

  "Okay, Jess," I said. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. "

  "If this is an ambush so Nick can shoot me in the head," I announced, walking into her room, "I'm going to be very upset. "

  "He went home to crash in a proper bed for a couple of hours. I practically had to call Security to get him out of here. "

  "Well. He's worried about you, the fascist. "

  "He'll get over this latest, uh, wrinkle. " Jessica didn't look-or sound-at all sure of herself. In fact, she looked generally ghastly. The new round of chemo was not being kind. And as I'd said, Jessica couldn't afford to lose any weight. But she was smiling and had an expression on her face I knew well: Jessica had a secret.

  "You mean the whole mind-rape thing? He hates me. And Sinclair. "

  Jess didn't bother denying it; we'd been friends for too long to take refuge in false comfort. "But he loves me. We'll figure something out. First things first. I've got your wedding present. "

  She opened the drawer to her right and took out a shoe box wrapped in heavy white paper and topped with a pale blue bow.

  I smiled in anticipation. Jessica was rich and had great taste. Even better, she knew what I liked. I plucked off the bow and stuck it to her forehead, ripped off the gorgeous paper, and flipped the lid off the box.

  And stared. Inside the box were a pair of Filippa Scott Rosie bridal shoes in the exact shade of my dress (the cream-colored part, that was). I knew she hadn't bought them for less than four hundred bucks. I also knew they were handmade with duchesse satin, with a padded foot bed that meant even with three-inch heels, they'd be comfortable. And the slim bow across the front was just the right touch.