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  The private apartments were opulent; each furnished according to the Council member’s individual taste. They had all the modern conveniences, including whirlpool tubs, Internet, big-screen televisions, music systems, saunas—anything and everything they desired. Hector’s apartment was on the first basement level; the elevator opened onto a richly appointed foyer, decorated with antique furniture probably bought directly from the maker, or plundered from a palace. Luca had never been much on furniture, so he didn’t know a Louis of any number from a Hepplewhite or a Brandenburg or whatever the hell those guys’ names were; he was much more of a weapons collector. From a hatchet to a fine Toledo blade to a Browning shotgun to a Sig Sauer nine millimeter, he knew his killing instruments.

  He paused, but even with his sensitive hearing he heard nothing. If any of the Council members were awake, they weren’t moving around or talking. There was something else, though … he stopped, the hair on the back of his neck rising in response to the presence of something with which he was well acquainted: his old friend, Death. The lingering violence wafted through these silent, luxurious halls like something he could almost smell, almost touch. Through all the hundreds upon hundreds of years that he’d lived, he’d become so intimate with violence that he could often read details in the echoes of energy that remained behind.

  “I’m going into Hector’s apartment,” he said brusquely, striding down the hallway with Enoch a half-step behind. He kept all his senses at a high pitch, so acute that he could even hear the rapid thumping of Enoch’s heart.

  “But—”

  Luca didn’t pause, and Enoch bit back whatever objection he’d been about to make. Hector’s apartment was on the left, at the end of the hallway. Luca gave one sharp knock and the door swung open beneath the force of the blow. Looking down, he saw where the heavy wood had been splintered, the metal of the lock twisted. Even though both the door and the lock had been industrial strength, they couldn’t withstand the sheer force of a strong vampire.

  He stepped inside, Enoch right behind him. “Hector!” Enoch called, his tone edgy with tension. “Hector, are you here?”

  In a way, Luca thought, but kept the idea to himself. Hector had been right … but then he almost always was. Death had been coming for him.

  Rapidly he gathered what impressions he could from the swirling miasma of leftover violence and the thoughts Hector had hurled out, not as weapons with which he could protect himself, but a means perhaps by which his murderer could be found. He would need more time to sort through all the impressions and thoughts, the essence of Hector’s life that he’d left behind, but that time wasn’t now. There would be no other opportunity for him to read the initial reactions of the other Council members to Hector’s death, which meant he had to move now, before they could be forewarned.

  “Wake the Council members,” he ordered, retreating from Hector’s quarters and drawing Enoch with him. He kept his expression cold and blank, to keep from giving away anything. For now, he needed to keep what he’d sensed to himself. “Don’t tell them why. Just say it’s an emergency, and they’re needed in the Council chamber.”

  Enoch looked as if he wanted to spew objections and questions, but Luca turned his pale, glittering gaze on him and despite himself Enoch looked away. Luca was the only one who knew the extent of his powers—and, conversely, his own limitations. Other vampires whispered and wondered, but the ones who had dared try him had all gone to dust at his hands.

  “Yes, sir,” Enoch finally said, and went to the nearest house phone to begin rousing the sleeping Council members. Luca stood beside him, making certain none of the members were given a heads-up about the situation. Enoch followed his instructions to the letter, despite the complaints Luca could hear coming loud and clear from eight powerful and very unhappy vampires. After making those eight calls Enoch looked very unhappy himself. There had to be someone, or several someones, on the Council whom he would have liked to warn, but with Luca standing right there he couldn’t disobey his instructions.

  In a remarkably short time, considering how fractious and uncooperative the Council members could be when they weren’t happy, Luca stood in the primary Council chamber and stared grim-faced at the eight seated members. Women had always outnumbered men on the Council, whether because they were more cunning or paid more attention to surviving rather than dominating; currently there were five women—Alma, Marie, Nadia, Eleanor, and Darnell—and three men—Theodore, Pablo, and Benedict. Of the eight of them, Luca couldn’t think of a single one he’d trust with his life. But which one of them would undermine the Council’s chosen path, and murder Hector to prevent him from interfering?

  “If you’re as smart as you think you are, you’ll have a very good explanation for this,” Theodore growled, his thick black brows drawing together. He sat down with a thump, drawing his extravagant ceremonial robe around him. He was the only one who had taken the time to put on the Council robe; the others were dressed in whatever had been at hand. Granted, with vampire speed they could have found anything they wanted and been dressed in it in almost the same length of time, but Theodore was the only one who had bothered. Being on the Council was a huge ego stroke to him, and he always dressed the part.

  From the scowl on his face, it was obvious Theodore didn’t like that Luca had arrived without his knowledge; as the one tasked with giving Luca his assignments he looked on himself as Luca’s supervisor. Much as the humans had comforted themselves with completely useless bits of folklore about what worked to repel vampires, some on the Council, and especially Theodore, had convinced themselves, or were trying very hard to, that Luca was their tool, their employee, and subject to their orders.

  Luca, on the other hand, regarded Theodore as nothing more than a pain in the ass and had made his opinion plain on several occasions. What was the Council going to do? Fire him? They could certainly stop giving him assignments, as well as the very nice payment that went with those assignments, but in the larger picture Luca would scarcely miss the income—and they would have to find someone else capable of doing what he did.

  His reasons for taking the jobs weren’t complicated; he saw a need for what he did, and he liked to fight. He was at heart a creature of war, and if living over two thousand years had taught him anything, it was to keep things simple and uncomplicated inside himself, no matter how tangled and problematic life on the outside might become. So long as pursuing rogue vampires gave him an outlet for his battle skills, he’d keep doing it.

  On yet another side of the equation, the Council members looked to him for protection, if need be, and none of them would like it if he were no longer available, so while Theodore might posture and growl, he certainly didn’t want to push Luca into quitting. He’d do just enough to satisfy his own ego that he hadn’t been a wuss. The mere knowledge that Luca stood ready to meet any threat had undoubtedly, over the years, dissuaded many hotheaded, ambitious vampires from hostile acts.

  The Council members were powerful in their own right, but having Luca as a deterrent was definitely a bonus even though that meant they then had to deal with him. Luca had played nice over the years, taking their assignments and not giving them cause to worry about him, but each and every one of them was aware that playing nice had always been his choice, not theirs, and he could change his mind at any moment.

  Mutual distrust made for an interesting working relationship. To Luca’s way of thinking, it kept him on his toes, kept him aware, on edge—and alive.

  “Hector’s been murdered,” he finally said, ignoring Theodore’s bluster and watching the faces before him. Vampires weren’t known for their lively expressions, merely because of all those years of practicing self-control, but there were still small flinches and gasps, and not even a vampire could control whether or not his or her pupils dilated.

  Darnell blinked her eyes once, slowly. “How do you know? Did you find his dust?” No one except she knew what name she’d been born with, in what was now Ethiopia, or why s