The bathroom filled with music and laughter as several women entered. Terri was aware of their chatter, but didn't really hear it as her mind whirled under what she had just learned. She waited where she was until they left and silence filled the room again; then she let her feet back down, straightened her clothes and let herself out of the stall. She moved to the sink and stared at her reflection as she washed her hands, but didn't really see herself at first. Her mind was caught up in memories of Ian. But now, when she recalled how Ian had lain moaning in bed at night, he had Bastien's face. When Ian begged her to end it all, it was Bastien speaking.
Movement drew her attention to her reflection, and Terri stared blankly at the tears running down her cheeks. She was crying, which seemed odd because she wasn't aware of feeling anything. In fact, her mind seemed rather numb. Yet there they were: tears leaking out of hollow eyes and coursing down her cheeks in little rivulets. She turned her attention to her face and noted that she was blanched of all color.
She couldn't go back to the wedding reception like this. She couldn't even allow anyone to see her this way. Turning the taps off, Terri contemplated the problem. She'd have to slip away. She felt bad about it, but it seemed the only option. She didn't want to ruin the day for her cousin and Lucern.
She dried her hands off, wiped the tears from her face, then moved to the door and slid out. Noise and color assaulted her at once. The reception was in full swing. No one noticed her standing by the bathroom door. Terri quickly judged the fastest and easiest route out of the hall, and then took it. Much to her amazement, she managed to escape without running into anyone who might have stopped her; and the few she passed whom she knew didn't seem to notice her.
Terri walked straight out of the reception hall and to the escalators rather than risk having to wait for the elevators. The moving stairs had been turned off for the night, but she walked down them quickly, crossed into and out of the lobby, and rushed straight out the front door of the hotel.
"Taxi, miss?"the doorman asked. Terri nodded. He blew his whistle, bringing the first waiting cab squealing into the driveway. It came to a halt in front of her, and the doorman opened the door. Terri murmured a thank you as she got in.
"Where to, miss?»
Terri gave Kate's address and sat silent in the backseat, her mind blank. It stayed that way for the entire ride. It wasn't until the taxi pulled up in front of Kate's apartment building that Terri realized she didn't have a purse. It hadn't been necessary. Transportation had all been taken care of for the wedding, the meal was paid for, so there had been no cause for her purse. Terri stared at the cabbie with a sort of horror as he turned to tell her the fare, then she suddenly went calm. "Can you drive me from here to the airport after I grab a bag?»
The cabbie looked surprised, then suspicious, then pleased at the large fare to come. He nodded. "Sure, lady.»
"Wait for me. I'll just be a minute."She slipped out of the taxi before he could protest. Terri half expected him to jump out of the car and chase her to insist she pay for the fare, but some angel must have been looking out for her-the cabbie remained in his cab as she lifted her skirt and jogged lightly up the steps to the front of Kate's apartment building.
Terri didn't have the key, though. Bastien had it, because he had a pocket in his suit, whereas she didn't have a pocket anywhere on her outfit. The plan had been that, once the reception was over, they would come collect her things, and she would stay with him for this, her last night in New York. He had said they needed to talk, and that he had something to ask her once the wedding was over. Terri, in her heart of hearts, had hoped that talk had something to do with love and their future together. Now she knew it was about death and dying.
With nothing else for it, she buzzed the landlord's apartment, now grateful that Kate had introduced her to the couple. It was the wife who answered, and Terri quickly explained that she had rushed back to the apartment to get something she'd left behind, but had thoughtlessly left her key at the wedding reception. The woman said she'd be right down to let her in. Terri knew the landlady could have buzzed her in from her apartment, but she supposed the old woman wanted to be sure it was her. Whatever the case, Terri resigned herself to waiting impatiently.
"There he is.»
Bastien followed his mother's gesture to a booth in the back of the bar. Vincent and Lady Barrow sat, heads together, talking.
"Hmm. I wonder if we made it in time,"Bastien muttered.
"There's only one way to find out."Marguerite Argeneau strode forward, leaving her sons to follow as she wove through the crowded bar.
"Aunt Marguerite!"Vincent got to his feet at once when she stopped at the table. "What are you do…"His voice trailed off and his mouth tightened as he spotted Bastien and Etienne.
"I think Lady Barrow has to go to the ladies' room,"Marguerite announced, focusing her penetrating silver-blue eyes on the woman.
Lady Barrow gave a laugh. "Actually, no, I don't.»
Marguerite blinked in surprise, then turned a glance on her sons. "Bastien»-she gestured to the woman-"fix it.»
Bastien was so surprised that his inestimable mother hadn't been able to control Lady Barrow's mind, as she had so obviously just tried to do, that it took him a minute before he tried to do so himself. And he found it impossible to even read her mind, let alone slip into it. After a moment, trying, as Lady Barrow watched them all with growing confusion, Bastien glanced to his mother and shook his head.
"Etienne?"Marguerite asked, and her youngest son tried as well, only to shake his head after a moment.
"You have an… interesting family, Vincent,"Lady Barrow said politely, and he abruptly stood.
"Please excuse me for a moment, Kathryn. I need a word with them."He excused himself, then took his aunt's arm and led her away from the table. Bastien and Etienne followed. Once they were far enough away to not be overheard, he turned on them with irritation. "I wasn't going to bite her. God, you people act like I'm some rabid dog, likely to go gnawing on every neck that goes by.»
"Well, we knew you had to feed, Vincent,"Marguerite said. Her tone had changed and become soothing.
"I did that at dinnertime. I came up to the bar for a quick bite, then nipped back."He grinned evilly; then winked.
"Well, then, what are you doing up here now?"Etienne asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"he asked in exasperation. "I'm talking to Kathryn. She's a fascinating woman.»
"You aren't going to bite her?"Bastien asked suspiciously.
"No, Bastien. I'm not going to bite her. I wouldn't go biting guests at Lucern's wedding.»
"Well, how were we to know that?"Bastien snapped. "You bit my housekeeper.»
"That was an emergency. I don't normally feed in my own home, or in the homes of relatives.»
"You bit Chris, too,"Bastien reminded him. "And that was after biting the housekeeper.»
"I had barely sunk my teeth into Mrs. Houlihan when you guys interrupted. I was still weak. I couldn't hunt weak,"he explained patiently. Then he added, "And, by the way, you're welcome.»
"For what?"Bastien asked.
"For taking care of the housekeeper,"he explained. "Meredith called upstairs one day, while you and Terri were off on one of your jaunts that first week, and I took the message. She had the address for where Houlihan was staying. I went and wiped her memory of what happened. And the memories of the two people she talked to. You won't have to worry about her anymore.»
"Did you?"Bastien asked with surprise, then realized the matter had completely slipped his mind. He hadn't been worried at all; he'd been too distracted with Terri. That could have been a bad thing. Details like that had to be kept track of and taken care of. It was a good thing Vincent had been on the ball. He was sincere when he said, "Thank you.»
His cousin shrugged. "I caused the problem, I took care of it. Now."He glared at them all meaningfully. "Can I get back to my guest? She really is a fascinating woman.»
"She certainly seems to have a strong mind,"Marguerite commented, glancing curiously over to where Lady Barrow sat.
"Yes, she does,"Vincent agreed. "And now that you know the guests are all safe from ol' rabid Vincent, will you go back and enjoy Lucern's wedding?»
"I thought you came for something that little Katie left behind,"the landlady said as Terri led the way into the apartment, collected her purse and already packed and waiting suitcase, then immediately turned around with them in hand.
"No."Terri paused in the hall as the woman locked the door behind them. "I'm sorry for the trouble. But I have to get to the airport, and I couldn't go back for the key.»
"Oh, it's no trouble, dear. I just misunderstood,"the woman assured her as they waited for the elevator. She looked Terri up and down. "Are you going to the airport dressed like that?»
Terri nodded silently.
"Are you all right?"The landlady was staring at her with concern now, and Terri was sure she must look terrible since crying her eyes out at the reception.
"I will be,"she assured the woman quietly, though she wasn't at all sure it was true.