“There’s something-Gah . . . I think the shutter is jammed. . . .” Raymond stopped, fighting with something on his camera.
“The Brotherhoodians aren’t going to go ballistic when they see all of the vampires, are they?” Magda asked as she walked next to me.
“I’m thinking that’s not going to be a big problem,” I said, smiling at the memory of the worried look worn by the governors.
Rowan opened up the door, he and Kristoff helping a still wobbly Alec to a couch. Andreas, who stood with a gun pointed at the small herd of reapers, looked utterly astonished.
“Was it bad?” he asked his brother.
“Very. Pia made me tell her I love her in front of Alec.”
“Ouch.”
I sent a tiny little ball of light to Andreas’s feet.
He grinned at me. “I mean, congratulations.”
“I’m sorry about all this,” I told Frederic as he rose slowly to his feet. “It was really just a big misunderstanding. Alec doesn’t want you to kill us.”
“He doesn’t?” Frederic asked, his face as placid as ever.
“No. Do you, Alec?”
“Not anymore, no. Ouch. I don’t suppose you have a healer handy? I think a couple of my ribs are piercing my lung.”
“Suck it up, buttercup,” I told him. “You have healing powers. Go to it.” I turned back to the reapers. “And just in case you’re still worried, I will repeat that we’re not here to hurt any of you guys.”
All of the reapers looked pointedly at Andreas.
He grinned sheepishly and put away the gun.
“So you see? All’s well. Oh, there is just one thing,” I said, biting my lip.
Boo, would you mind it if I made sure that the Brotherhood doesn’t hurt any more vampires?
Kristoff sighed into my mind . I’m becoming used to the idea that my Beloved could strike me dead with the slightest flick of her fingers. If you think that’s the only way, go ahead.
That’s just one of the many reasons I love you. And it’s two flicks of my fingers.
“What’s that?” the female reaper asked when I didn’t finish.
“Hmm? Oh. I understand you don’t have a Zenith. I’d like the job, please.”