Eustacia looked at Max, then at Victoria. "You staked the Guardian who bit you? Sorprendente! Kritanu, the ointment. "
"Yes… they were both attacking me, but he pushed the woman away. Then when he…" She glanced at Max, who looked as disinterested as if she were describing a new gown. Nevertheless, she dropped her voice. She didn't want the depths of her weakness to be so… evident. "When he bent to bite me… I let him. He… hypnotized me, I think. I felt him pulling me—Yeow!" she squealed. And she didn't even think about how mortifying the sound was. It hurt.
The ointment wasn't merely cold and putrid-smelling… it stung as if it were drilling into her skin. It burned ten times worse than Max's salt water, and Victoria couldn't hold back the tears of pain.
"I know it's uncomfortable, my dear, but this will keep the scarring to a minimum and destroy most, if not all, of the Guardian poison. With any luck, it will look like no more than some faint blemishes. And along with the fact that you executed the vampire who did it… well, there should be no harmful effects. "
Victoria resisted the urge to look at Max, who had turned three more pages. He'd rebuttoned his collar and retied his cravat. But she remembered the scars on his neck. They were much more noticeable than a faint blemish. The man was fortunate that high starched collars were in style.
Eustacia turned away to clean her hands and Kritanu gently wrapped a cloth around Victoria's neck, covering the paste that still felt as if it were ravaging her skin. "Breathe deeply and slowly, in and out," he told her quietly. "In and out. It will help to ease the discomfort. "
Victoria did as he suggested, and it did, indeed, lessen the pain.
"You'll want to sleep here tonight," Eustacia told her. "I've sent word to the Dunsteads for your mother, so she won't be alarmed. I'll tell her I sent a coach for you myself, for if I know Melly, if she ever found out you'd ridden alone with Max, she would be quite beside herself. "
She took Victoria's hands. "You staked a Guardian vampire while he was biting you. If I had any reservation at all about your calling as a Venator, Victoria Gardella Grantworth, it would be gone now. As it is, I suspected from the beginning that you were special. Now I know you are. If anyone can stop Lilith, it will be you. "
Chapter Five
In Which Miss Grantworth Finds an Unexpected Ally
"My lady! You've been bit by a vampire!" Verbena's eyes goggled in the mirror over Victoria's shoulder. With her round face and abominably frizzy red-blond hair, the maid looked like a babe just awakened from her sleep. Before Victoria could think how to respond, let alone grasp that her maid had recognized the bite, Verbena bent to look closer. "It looks like it'll heal just fine," she said, nodding sagely. "Put salted holy water on it, did ye?"
"Verbena… how…" Victoria collected herself. "You aren't shocked at all. "
"No, my lady, and why would I be? With all the fuss about crosses, and stakes lying around, and that cross ye've got in your belly, what kind of maid would I be if I missed them clues? I've been waitin' for ye to ask me to find a way to hide garlic in your gloves!"
"That wouldn't smell very pleasant at all," Victoria replied slowly. She wanted to shake her head to clear it. But she didn't think that would help.
"And why you're not carrying your own salted holy water, I've been wondering meself. And how did ye manage to get bit anyway? I thought Ven'tors didn't get bit?"
"How did you know I was a Venator?" Tired of looking at her maid through the mirror, Victoria turned on her stool and faced her.
Verbena stabbed a finger toward her abdomen. "You carry the sign, of course, my lady. "
"How do you know about all of this? Vampires and Venators?"
Verbena shrugged. "Who doesn't know about 'em? Vampires, I mean. Most peoples do, just they choose not to believe they exist. Unless they get bit; then they believe—but by then it's too late, in most cases. Everyone knows you got to stab them in the heart with a wooden stake, and everyone knows about the cross and holy water. I know most peoples think vampires are ugly, fright'nin' people who claw up your chest, but that ain't so. I've seen a bit before in me lifetime, I have. Me cousin twice removed, Barth, he knows lots about vampires, and he's been telling me stories since I was a little one. And he sees 'em a lot, too, over to the places in St. Giles. He carries a big crucifix, he does. Holds it out in front of him when he walks on the street. Looks pretty funny to me eyes, but it's better walkin' safe than lookin' smart. "
It seemed once Verbena was given leave to talk, she took it. Greedily.
"Well, Verbena, I must say it is quite fortunate that you are so… er… well accustomed to the idea, as it will make things much easier for me. Because, of course, Lady Melly mustn't know anything about this at all. "
The maid bobbed. "Yes, my lady. Your mother would up and faint dead away, then ship you off to the country for good. And then where would we be? There ain't no vampires in the country that I know. An' I've already been thinking about other ways to dress your hair so we can put a stake in there, if need be, so's you can pull it out real easy if you need it.
"An' there's prob'ly a way to put in two, 'cause I'm sure it could happen when ye might lose the one, and then what would ye do? Fortunate ye are to have such thick, heavy hair, so we have lots to work with. And until that bite is healed… well, my lady, that's going to be a challenge with these low styles that show off your neck and bosom, but I have some ideas, and we'll manage it. You just let me worry about that. "
"Indeed. " Victoria turned back to her mirror. For, after all, what else was there to say?
"I can appreciate her devotion to her aunt, but if Victoria continues to disappear at inopportune moments, she will lose all chance of landing the marquess—or any other prudent marriage contract!" Lady Melisande was pacing the parlor of Grantworth House.
"Now, now, Melly, don't fuss," Petronilla urged. "Surely the fact that your foyer and sitting rooms are filled with flowers indicate that Victoria has intrigued more than one potential beau!"
"Indeed, but none of them are from the Marquess of Rockley! He did not call today, and I am fearful that Victoria's leaving the ball early last night has cooled his interest. "
Winifred reached for a ginger cookie, a large crucifix thunking against her chest as she sat back. "You said your aunt is ill?"
"I do not know—but she sent her friend Maximilian Pesaro to fetch Victoria to her side last night, claiming that she was. I do not wish to interfere, for my aunt has a vast fortune she will leave to us… and… well, she can be a bit frightening… but it could not have been a more inopportune moment for her to call Victoria away!"