Thinking fast, I picked up the rest of the paper while tossing the note into the trash can beneath the desk, slick as a Vegas illusionist.
My heart pounding at the deception, I showed him the headline and photographs. Ethan walked forward, took the paper from me, flipped it open. His eyes tracked our story, then the one on the Reeds.
“Reed’s put in a ‘community safety center’ in a building across the street from Towerline.”
“What?”
Ethan glanced at me. “Too irate to read the article?”
“Towerline belongs to my father.”
“You’ll get no argument from me, Sentinel.” His eyes scanned the story. “Reed has also rehabbed a building across the street from Towerline that will serve as the headquarters for the renovation activities. He’s also announced it’s home to an enterprise dedicated to bringing law enforcement and business interests together to reduce crime in Chicago.”
“Reduce crime, my ass,” I muttered. “That will give Reed access to every law enforcement plan in the city. It won’t help reduce crime; he’ll just be able to plan around it.”
“Perhaps,” Ethan said, refolding the paper. “But then again, he is meticulous in keeping those aspects of his life separate.”
Instead of putting the paper back on the tray, Ethan tossed it into the trash beside the note that had accompanied it. Which was fine by me.
“As to the article about Wrigley, supernaturals are fodder for the press. There’s little reporters love more than seeding dissent: Are supernaturals really your friends? Are you sure? Did you see what they did this time? They love to paint us with the same broad strokes.”
“We are nothing like the vampire who murdered Caleb Franklin,” I said with a huff. “He had no honor.”
“No, he didn’t,” Ethan said. “Because if he’d had an excuse for the murder, some reason for it beyond self-interest or greed, he needn’t have run from us.”
“Yeah. Although that doesn’t really make me feel better.”
“I know something that would make you feel much better,” he said, his tone all wickedness.
I poked him on the arm, which did make me feel a little better.
He grabbed his arm, doubled over in mock pain. “It seems your arm is in working order.”
“Good enough to punch a vampire with a bad attitude.”
He slapped my butt. “Get dressed, Sentinel. Let us show the Tribune, and our doubters, what vampires have to offer the world.”
• • •
Thinking the night might call for action, I skipped the Cadogan uniform and pulled on my leathers. The black motorcycle-style jacket and pants were segmented just enough that I could fight if necessary. I wore a pale blue tank beneath the jacket, and black high-heeled boots beneath the pants. I added my Cadogan necklace, an inscribed silver teardrop, then pulled my long, dark hair into a high pony, straightening the bangs that fell across my forehead.
“Exactly what I had in mind, Sentinel.”
I met Ethan’s gaze in the mirror as I straightened out the ponytail. “I suspect there will be tension tonight. Seemed best to be prepared.”
“I don’t disagree,” he said. And he certainly looked his best. He wore the Cadogan uniform: a fitted black suit jacket over an immaculate white button-down, the top button open to reveal his own Cadogan medal. Fitted black suit pants, and he’d left his hair down, and it shone around his beautiful face like a gilded frame.
I sighed. “You are just too handsome.”
He arched a single eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”
I turned around to face him, leaned back against the bathroom’s marble counter. “It’s part compliment, and part jealousy,” I said with a smile. “Were your sisters as beautiful as you?”
Ethan had had three sisters, Elisa, Annika, and Berit, in Sweden before he nearly died in battle and was made a vampire. His expression softened as he remembered. “They were lovely. Elisa and Annika were twins. Both blond, with blue eyes and pale skin. Rosy cheeks. Berit was shorter and more playful. They’d all been of an age to discuss weddings when I was killed. But, of course, I didn’t go back.”
Because he’d imagined himself a monster. “You miss them.”
He glanced at me. “It is a curse and blessing of immortality that you remember those who are gone even long after they are gone.”
I took his hand, squeezed it. “They would have been so happy, Ethan, to know that you’re alive. That you weren’t killed in battle and are thriving centuries later and keeping their memories alive. Leading your vampires with honor, working for peace.”
He tugged my ponytail, pulling me toward him, then pressed his lips to mine. “Thank you for that, Merit.”
“It’s the truth. They’d probably also be pleased that you’re famous and rich and have a smokin’ girlfriend.”
He snorted. “And there, you’ve taken it just one step too far. I’m hardly rich,” he added with a wink. “I’ve got some business to address tonight, supplicants who’ve been waiting, and I’d like to get you to help Paige with the translation.”
I nodded. “I’d planned that after grabbing a bite. Oh, and my grandfather sent a message—said the vampire’s DNA isn’t in the system. So he’s an unknown.”
“Then we’ll need to get to work.” He held out a hand. “Let’s get you fed and watered and into the library.”