Aunt Eustacia drew in her breath as though to speak, but Victoria stepped on her words, not wishing to be reprimanded, particularly in front of Sebastian. "I will, however, acknowledge that I should have prepared for the possibility that things were not as they had seemed. Without Max, I had to act on my own; there was no one else who could have followed along and been able to assist me had things gone awry. Which, of course, things did go wrong. As it was, I was fortunate enough to make my own escape, and to come upon Verbena and Oliver, who were able to take me home. It is not"—she nodded at Kritanu and her aunt—"an experience that I would wish to repeat."
"You did not arrange for your maid to follow you, then," Aunt Eustacia said in a carefully modulated voice, which told Victoria that she was annoyed or angry.
"I did not. She did that on her own."
"You did not send a message asking for Kritanu to come with you. He could have followed you as well."
"I did not have the luxury of time to send to you; for I received the message from Alvisi less than a half hour before he was to pick me up."
"A conscious decision on his part. He has long been trying find his way into the inner workings of the Tutela," Sebastian added.
"You seem to be exceedingly well versed in the Tutela yourself, Monsieur Vioget," Victoria responded archly.
His smile was bland. "I am very pleased to be of service to you and all of the other Venators. Now, if you will permit me, I will be more than happy to assist in connecting you with the appropriate people in Roma"—he rolled his R with an authentic Italian purr—"so that you can continue your quest to find Nedas."
Victoria looked at Aunt Eustacia. She nodded. "Si, we shall all make our way to Roma. By ship. It will be safer than by land, where the Tutela might spot us or follow us."
Chapter 12
In Which Monsieur Vioget Calls a Bluff
"Enjoying the moonlight, or patrolling the ship for nasty vampires in order to save the rest of us mere mortals?"Victoria was not startled; she'd sensed Sebastian's presence as he came up behind her on the ship's deck. She turned easily to face him, leaving one arm propped on the corner of the ship's railing. "No worries, Sebastian, darling. There's not a vampire to be found on this vessel."
"Did you just call me darling, or was I dreaming?" He selected a spot to stand next to her, far enough away that her skirts, lifting and shifting in the breeze of the Adriatic Sea, did not brush his trousers. "Perhaps I am making progress."
She just looked at him, ignoring the curls that fluttered like pennants around her temples. When he appeared content to stare out over the glittering sea, colored black and midnight and gray by the moon and stars, she commented, "I didn't think it would take long for you to seek me out." She hated to admit it, but she was glad he had.
"I hope I am not too terribly tardy."
"Not so very."
"But late enough that you were getting impatient, true?" He turned his face to look at her, his elbows remaining on the railing. "Perhaps I don't wish to be predictable either."
"The only thing predictable about you is that you consistently appear when you suppose I least expect it. Perhaps that will be your undoing; for now I shall expect to see you every time I turn around."
"You were very foolish to go to the Tutela meeting on your own. You nearly died, Victoria. They nearly tore you to shreds."
"Do you think I do not know that?" She looked away from his face, which had turned to stare out to sea, and followed his gaze. "I had no choice."
"You always have a choice."
"I don't. I'll see this through until the end, and on the way I'll take as many of them with me as I can. I owe it to Phillip."
"You speak about violence so matter-of-factly, Victoria. Will that always be your life? Your focus?"
"It can be no other. You don't understand; you cannot know what it's like, Sebastian. I'm a Venator, and that will never change."
He was silent for a long time. She glanced at him once, saw the shift of his jaw bringing his cheek into shadow and back out of it again. "When I saw you in Venice, all those bites and scars, I… well, I realized it would be quite a loss if the worst had happened to you."
"Don't worry, Sebastian. There are other Venators to protect you. Or is it the balance on my debt that you are more concerned about?"
He chuckled, but there was an edge to it. "I know where the Tutela meets in Rome. You won't have to go alone."
"So you've said, but I cannot help but wonder why you would endanger yourself so, O man of no violence."
"Why are you angry with me?"
"With you? Don't flatter yourself, Sebastian. It is anger at this whole life of mine that digs into me right now. I carry this responsibility that, despite your naive assumptions that there is a choice, I cannot choose to shirk. I am lonely and see no end to it. I am widowed and can see no other future for myself. I could have died two nights ago, and yet I willingly go back for more. Sometimes…" Here her voice broke at last. "Sometimes it becomes too much, and it turns into anger. And other times… other times, it is the only me I can be. The true Victoria."
"There are very few of us who know what sacrifices you and the other Venators make. How your lives are not your own, though you might wish them to be. But without you and your kind, how different would the world be."
Victoria was silent again. The anger she'd exposed roiled, then ebbed away, leading into an excruciating awareness of the scent of cloves mingled with salty sea, and a long-fingered hand clasping the railing next to hers. She became conscious of the night, and the fact that they stood at the corner of the ship's stern, shadowed by mast, sail, and the poop deck, for all intents and purposes, alone. She heard the soft flap of the sails and the distant shout from one of the sailors.
"How odd." She didn't realize she'd spoken aloud until she felt Sebastian move next to her; not to look down at her, but to adjust the lapel of his jacket.
"What is that?"
"To stand outside in the night, alone with a man, and not to have to fear for my reputation. I could not help but think of all the times during the Season when I was coming out how careful one had to be not to be found alone with a gentleman, even when I was in no danger of having to protect my virtue. And now that I am a widow, it is no longer such a concern."
"Indeed." He sounded bemused. "I'm wondering if I should be distressed at being considered no danger to your virtue."
"If you were a danger to me, you would have stopped with the gentlemanly repartee regarding compensations. And I would have cut you off at the knees, just as I did some other gentlemen who thought that suggesting a walk outside on a terrace would give them the opportunity to be free with their hands. Among other things. However, I am sure you would not be so foolish, knowing that I am no ordinary chit."
"I am not. And don't believe for one moment that I will be led, Victoria. You are much smarter than that, and so am I."
"I am not interested in leading you anywhere."
He laughed then. Not as though he'd heard something uproarious, but a low, rolling, knowing laugh that made Victoria more than a bit uncomfortable. "I could play along, ma chère. In fact, I am tempted to do so. Very tempted."
He moved quickly, smooth as a scarf of silk, and suddenly she was caught between the rail and Sebastian, one of his hands on either side of hers, wrapping around the rail. Long arms settled along her own, keeping her centered between them.
His breath was warm at the back of her neck, where her upswept hair left her skin bare and vulnerable. "It would be very easy to allow you to provoke me into doing what you are too cowardly to do yourself." The words prickled there, sending echoes all the way down her back.
"And what, in your warped mind, can you imagine I am too cowardly to do?" She was pleased that her voice remained steady and as easy as the sea breeze when she could feel his height behind her, his proximity, yet, disturbingly, no contact but for the bare touch of his hands alongside hers.
His mouth was at the top of her ear, just brushing the back of it when his lips moved. "As brave as you might be in facing down vampires and demons, you are too gutless to admit that you fancy finishing what we started in the carriage. You would prefer to provoke me with your arch comments, hoping that I will lose my head and ravage you… whereupon you will be convinced that it wouldn't be so horrible to succumb to your desires."
She drew in an angry breath, her shoulders shifting back and her breasts lifting, and he moved his hands closer together, tightening his arms around her. "I—"
But his voice, though lower and more even than her outraged syllable, overrode whatever she would have said. "And then you would have an excuse for putting aside your suspicions and mistrust of me, your reputation, and your fears. The truth is, Victoria, you want me as much as I want you. You just don't want to have to make the decision."
He moved, and now she felt him behind her, the unmistakable validation of his words pressing into the small of her back. He pushed her hips against the rail, holding her there from behind, as he placed a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin just behind her earlobe. His mouth opened, warm and sighing with breath, and feathered delicately over that same area, light and sensual, sending great, tickling shivers along the back of her shoulders.
"The truth is, Victoria, you don't have to trust me, or to feel any emotional obligation to this alliance in order to assuage your desires. You need not fear that I will be another Rockley and demand what you cannot or will not give."
She felt his chest rise and fall behind her as he drew in a deep breath and kissed along the tendon that jutted from the side of her neck; she'd tipped her head to the other side as if he were a vampire who'd caught her in his thrall.
Her knees wanted to buckle, but the railing was there to catch them and save her from that indignity. She'd had no idea—no idea—how much she'd missed this awakening, this enlivening of her body. Even his mention of Phillip did not allay the growing pleasure.