All the more fool he.
When she drew near enough and nearly fell at his feet, sliding against the cold, rough wall next to him, he gave a short chuckle. He’d barely wheezed his breath back in when she surged to her feet, stake in hand.
He had enough time to raise his arm and open his mouth in surprise before the lethal weapon drove into his chest. The stake was a slender thing, but powerful enough to force through the heavy shirt he wore.
His ruby eyes froze wide before he shattered into ash and dust.
Victoria stealthily tried the door—who knew what or who was on the other side—but it didn’t move. She dared not try to force it, for there could be too many to fight on the other side—Lilith included.
Besides, she had another plan.
She rushed toward the throne, moving quickly for fear that someone would return before she was able to hide away. Quickly, she unbolted it from the floor and moved it out of the way to reveal the hidden door behind it—a door that she was certain Lilith knew nothing about . . . for she would have retrieved her copper ring if she had.
Unsure what lay behind the door, Victoria hoped she could at least hide there, giving the impression of an escape . . . and, perhaps if she were lucky, there would be another way out.
As she worked, Lilith’s taunts echoed in her mind . . . almost as if they were attempting to slow her movements and distract her mind.
You already feel the tug of consciencelessness. The seed of everything evil begins with self.
When one places oneself before every and all, evil spreads.
Already, you’ve done so, even when you knew it was wrong . . . have you not?
Involuntarily, as she climbed through the hidden door, Victoria thought of leaving Bemis Goodwin to the vampires —so that she could be free of the disruption he caused; of drugging Max—so that she didn’t need to worry over him or protect him; of early on in her visit to London, speaking with Gwendolyn in her private parlor, and the fury that bubbled deep inside . . . and how she didn’t care to listen or hear about her friend’s plans.
But . . . those events didn’t mean that she was turning evil. Did they?
Leaving Bemis Goodwin and his companion to die . . . perhaps. Incapacitating Max? Not evil, no . . . how could it be evil to protect someone else?
Even when she knew it would destroy him.
Because it would be easier for her.
Forcing those dark thoughts away, she huddled in the small space and looked out at the dislodged chair. She had to pull it back into place or her hideaway would be revealed immediately. Then her eyes fell on a metal rod near the door. It had a hook on the end, like a shepherd’s crook. In the narrow slit of light from the room, she also saw a piece of marble; it looked just like the top of the ornate bolt that fastened the throne to the floor. Only, there was no bolt. It would easily sit atop the claw-foot of the chair so that once she pulled it back into position, it would look as though it were bolted down.
Apparently this door had been used as a hiding place more than once, and the tools were there to assist. The fake bolt in its spot, Victoria squeezed back into the small doorway and used the metal rod to tug the chair back into place. As it moved, the door was forced closed until only a narrow opening was left—just enough to draw the hook back into the room.
Satisfied that the room would appear untouched, she closed the door and turned to feel her way around the pitch-black area. Working her way along the wall, she was forced to duck to keep from banging her head—a tactic she discovered after having scraped against rough stone above. She quickly discovered that the chamber was not a chamber, but a passageway.
And one that, from the faint brush of cool air, she believed would lead to freedom.
Nineteen
Wherein the Marquess Receives a Visitor
The passage did indeed lead to freedom, and Victoria was able to find her way out of the sewers without confronting any other undead . . . but for one, whom she surprised when he (or she; she didn’t even have the chance to see) came around a bend in the underground tunnel. She staked the vampire and continued on, realizing, to her consternation, that she was able to see better than she should be able to in the darkness.
A chill that had nothing to do with the portent of an undead crept over her shoulders and trailed down her spine. Vampires could see very well in the dark.
She slogged through the stream of waste as quickly and silently as possible, and soon found her way to the surface. The dawn was just breaking, which would explain why she’d met a vampire on his way back to the place they obviously gathered. It was a miracle she hadn’t met any others.
Once out of the sewers, she hurried through the streets, looking for a familiar landmark. As she wandered, she realizedthat she had no idea how long she’d been gone. Was this the dawn that had come after the carriage ride in the park . . . or the next one? Or the next?
Victoria arrived at her town house when the bottom edge of the sun rested on the horizon. She raised her fist to knock on the door, but it was drawn wide before she had the chance.
“Kritanu,” she said in relief. He was alive and well.
“Victoria!” He was as pleased to see her, if the wide spread of white teeth was any indication. But his delight faded almost immediately.