Snorting, I dumped the stew into the pot and set the dial to warm. “I’m guessing he hasn’t been here since the solstice, but he’s paid up to August and I had a key, so here we are. No one knows but Jenks. You’re safe,” I said hesitantly. For the moment.
Exhaling, Kisten sat and put an elbow on the table. “Thank you,” he said fervently. “I have to get out of Cincinnati.”
I had my back to him as I stirred the stew, and a shiver rose through me. “Maybe not.” The soft hush of the cotton towel as he straightened brought me around, and, seeing his wonder, I said, “I’m going to give Piscary the focus to put into hiding, if he will leave me alone and keep anyone else from knocking me or you off.”
Kisten’s lips parted, and I wished his towel would slip a little more. God! What was wrong with me? We were both teetering on death, and I was looking at his legs?
“You want to buy protection from Piscary?” Kisten said in disbelief. “After what he did to me? He gave my last blood to someone outside the camarilla! Do you know what that means? He’s abandoning me, Rachel! It’s not so much the dying I’m worried about, but being shunned. No one will risk his anger to keep me undead now except maybe Ivy, and if she’s his scion, that’s not going to happen.”
He was scared. I didn’t like seeing him like that. Taking a miserable breath, I leaned against the stove and crossed my arms. “It’s going to be okay. No one is going to kill you, so you’ll be fine. Besides, I’ve been getting protection from him by way of Ivy,” I said, thinking I would cheerfully be a hypocrite if it meant we both would survive. “This is just making it more official. I’m going to ask that he leave you alone, too. Take you back. It will be okay.”
Hope lit his blue eyes, then died. “He won’t,” he said in a flat tone.
“Sure he will,” I coaxed, coming to sit beside him.
“No he won’t.” Kisten looked worse for having seen hope for an instant. “He can’t. It’s done. You’d have to make arrangements with whoever he gave me to, and I don’t know who that is. I won’t until they show up. It’s part of the mind game.”
His eyes darted nervously, and I drew back. It wasn’t that cut-and-dried. I knew how vamps worked. Until the coffin was nailed shut, there were options. “Then I’ll find out who he gave you to,” I said.
Kisten took my hands, his eyebrows furrowing over lost chances. “Rachel…it’s too late.”
“I can’t believe you’re giving up!” I said, angry as I pulled from him.
He took my hand and kissed the top of it. “I’m not giving up. I’m accepting it. Even if you could find out who it was, or if you were here when they came for me—which you won’t be—that would leave you with nothing to buy protection from Piscary with.” His hand rose to touch my jawline. “I won’t do that to you.”
“Damn it, it isn’t too late!” I exclaimed, standing up and going to stir the stew before it burned. I couldn’t look at him anymore. The pot slopped over in my agitation, and I got mad. “All you have to do is lay low until I get this sorted out. Can you do that for me, Kisten?” I turned, angry. “Just hide and do nothing for a day or two?”
His sigh was heavy, and I wasn’t certain I believed him when he nodded. Sure that I’d be able to buy both our safeties with a five-thousand-year-old artifact, I kept stirring the stew. There were a couple of packets of hot chocolate in Nick’s emergency store, and my jaw clenched. I was not going to make hot chocolate. “Is Ivy okay?” I asked, reminded.
His feet squeaked against the floor. “Of course she is,” he said flatly. “He loves her.”
I couldn’t tell if he was angry. I set the spoon aside and turned down the burner, spinning to find he had dropped his forehead into his cupped hand. Worry went through me, then pity. “Piscary was ticked about the embalming fluid, huh?” I said, trying to be light.
“I have no idea,” he said in a monotone. “It never came up. He was angry about what I did to the restaurant.” His blue eyes held the pain of memory when he lifted them to me. “He was…like an animal,” he said, fear and betrayal staining his voice. “He ripped out my chairs and tables, unshuttered the windows, burned the new menus, and punished my waitstaff. He almost killed Steve.” His eyes closed, and the faint wrinkles on his face deepened as if a lifetime of pain had fallen on him in an instant. “I couldn’t stop him. I thought he was going to kill me, too. I would have been happy if he had, but he threw me out with everything else.”