"What did you do?" Caldenia asked.
"We kept the results of the molecular analysis to ourselves or we would've had an immediate bloodbath on our hands. Only a handful of people know. Privately we met with House Gron and they denied all charges. They couldn't explain the presence of the foreign blood on Olinia's body, but I've known Sulindar Gron since we were four. We are the best of friends and brothers-in-arms. He swore his people didn't do this and I'm inclined to believe him."
Caldenia narrowed her eyes. "Why, because of sentimental childhood attachment?"
"No, because Sulindar is an insidious, conniving bastard. It was too obvious for him."
Vampires. "Did you ever find the primary crime scene?" I asked.
Arland shook his head. "No. But my aunt did draw blood from her attacker. He'd used a vaporizer to hide it; however, we found traces of an unfamiliar fluid on her teeth. It took three precious days before we identified it as belonging to the dahaka. Their species is rare and he would have been noticed, so he hadn't come through by normal channels. We don't know how he got in or how he got out."
"The plot thickens," Caldenia said.
"It was an assassination." Arland bared his fangs. "That in itself is weak. What vampire needs to hire an assassin? But more importantly, it was designed to create a rift between Krahr and Gron. You have no idea how long we had worked on that joint offensive. This entire situation is a hissot."
"What does that mean?" Sean asked.
"A knot of poisonous snakes that is epic in its vileness." Frustration vibrated in Arland's voice. "Two seasons of planning, gone. There are fifty thousand Krahr followers demanding the guilty be punished, whoever they are, and about as many Gron cohorts placed on alert because their leadership thinks we are preparing to invade them in retaliation. It isn't enough for the dahaka to die. We must find who hired him. He could be working for our enemies, for some third party, perhaps even for Gron. This is the reason my uncle was injured. He wasn't trying to kill the dahaka. He was trying to capture him."
Sean leaned forward. "I saw what it did to your uncle's men. Trust me, we don't have the resources to hold it."
"Spoken like a sergeant," Arland said.
Sean gave him a flat stare.
"Don't get me wrong, sergeants are the backbone of the army. A good one is worth his weight in gold. But they do not concern themselves with the bigger picture. It's not just about revenge. It's about the stability of two Houses. The dahaka must be taken alive."
Sean crossed his arms.
"By myself, I'm outmatched," Arland said. "However, we share common interests. You want the dahaka gone from your planet and so do I. Together we have a fighting chance."
"We don't have enough people to capture it," Sean said. "This is a simple fact. If you think about it for a moment, you'll come to the same conclusion."
"We could lure it onto the inn grounds."
"It won't work," I said.
"What makes you so sure, my lady?" Arland asked.
"I spoke to it."
The vampire stared at me. I'd seen this precise expression on Sean's face before.
"When was this?" Arland asked quietly.
"When Sean brought Lord Soren in. I felt a disturbance, went outside, and saw it on the lamppost. We had a conversation."
"And you didn't feel the need to tell me?" Arland asked.
"No."
Sean already knew --he'd seen the dahaka running away. But since the vampires hadn't been forthcoming with information, I'd kept it to myself.
Arland opened his mouth, but no words came out. Some sort of monumental struggle seemed to take place. Finally some words emerged. "That was extremely unwise."
"Not telling me your purpose on this planet was even more so."
Sean smiled his handsome-devil smile.
Arland considered it. "Very well. That I deserved."
Sean looked at me. "I've been meaning to ask you, what did it want?"
"Lord Soren."
Sean frowned. "Why?"
"Bonus," Caldenia murmured.
We looked at her. She waved her hand with an elegant flourish. "Ignore me."
"The dahaka struck me as smart and vicious. It holds us in complete contempt --it called me meat. But it didn't attack and none of its stalkers made a serious effort to rush the inn. It knows what I am, and it's very careful not to enter the grounds."
"Could you restrain it if it did?" Arland asked.
"On the grounds, possibly. In the house, definitely. But it's not likely to let itself be lured to the inn."
Arland rocked back and exhaled, venting frustration. "There has to be a way to trap it. With all due respect, you are just an innkeeper, my lady. You have no experience with hunting prey."