Quickly, Melly straightened everything up and draped the blanket over one end of the cot to hide what she’d done to the frame. When she was done, she tucked her stake into the waistband at the back of her trousers.
Julian told her in a quiet, clipped voice, “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, just drop it and stick to our plan. Everything will be okay.”
“Our plan? I don’t recall agreeing to any plan.” Glancing over her shoulder in his direction, she arched one eyebrow. “Don’t you mean your plan? Which, by the way, sucks.”
Metallic sounds came from down the tunnel. Someone was unlocking the gate. Please gods, don’t let it be Justine again.
Aloud, Julian snarled wordlessly, while telepathically, he exploded. Goddammit, Melly!
Feeling almost cheerful at her success in needling him, she told him, I’m not listening to you.
When I get my hands free again, I’m going to throttle you.
Once again, I have to point out — is that the smartest thing to say to the chick with the lock picks? Hush now, I’m ignoring you.
Light appeared in the tunnel and grew stronger. Despite her banter with Julian, her nerves were jumping and her stomach had tied itself up in knots. If the newcomer ended up being Justine, she thought she might throw up.
Julian must have been feeling the same kind of tension, because he finally fell silent.
She could have cried from relief when Anthony appeared. The Vampyre carried a full plastic grocery bag and a heavy-duty flashlight that was much more powerful than her cheap little one.
He glanced in Julian’s direction. In the stronger light, Melly looked into the other cell as well. Julian had not only fallen silent. He hung limply in his chains, his head lowered, just as he had been before.
“I see he’s still out of it,” Anthony remarked. “He doesn’t look very kingly now, does he?”
Fury tangled up her tongue, which was probably a good thing, as she was quite sure she wouldn’t have said anything wise if she could have spoken.
After a moment, she managed to say, “Justine let the ferals feed on him too long.”
Anthony directed his flashlight onto Julian. “I don’t know, it looks to me like he’s healing really well. She might let them feed longer next time.”
Before the Vampyre could pause to think about the implications of what he had just said and wonder why Julian hadn’t yet regained consciousness, she asked quickly, “Did you bring me a chicken sandwich?”
Long seconds trickled past, and she held her breath. Then Anthony’s attention turned to her. Unexpectedly, he trained his light full on her, catching her in the eyes. “Yes, I did,” he said from behind the light. “A really nice one. And some more chocolate too.”
Blinded, she threw up one hand to shield her gaze, while part of her took note that he sounded a little odd. Like maybe he was being thoughtful, or deliberating something.
Or something?
“Thank you,” she told him. “Look, do you mind pointing your flashlight away? I can’t see when you’re pointing it at me.”
There was a pause that went on too long. “Sure,” he said. He directed the light away.
Toward her little nest, and the cot.
Well, damn it. That wasn’t much of an improvement.
“How’s the mattress on that?” Anthony asked. “Any good?”
He was definitely acting oddly. Her people-reading meter swung to point at an orange caution sign, while she made herself give a casual shrug. “Tell you the truth, I’ve been too stressed to really lie down on it. I’ve taken some catnaps, sitting up and leaning against the wall.”
Anthony told her, “Why don’t you try it out right now?”
At first she didn’t understand what she had heard. When she did, her stomach tied itself into tighter knots. Quietly, she asked, “What do you mean?”
Melly, Julian whispered. Be careful.
She didn’t have any room to respond. All her concentration stayed fixed on Anthony, who shrugged. “I was the one who bought you the cot. I just wanted to know how nice the mattress was.”
This isn’t a fucking hotel, asshole, and you didn’t do me any favors. She wanted to say it so badly. Instead, she offered him a tentative smile. “Can I have my food and water now, please?”
Another pause that went on too long. It strung her nerves tight.
“Sure you can,” said Anthony. “I’ll be happy to give it to you, just as soon as you take off all your clothes and lie down on that mattress.”
Braced as she was for something — what, she didn’t know — that caught her completely off guard. Blinking, she said, “What did you just say to me?”