Angels of Darkness
temple when his hand extended to Marcâs. Ready to fire, if Brand attacked.
He clasped Marcâs hand, shook. Warm skin, not hot like a demonâs, not cold like a vampireâs.
Human.
Damn it. Marc glanced at Radha, and with a sigh, she backed down and returned to the position that her illusory double stood in.
Through wire-rimmed lenses, Brand studied Marcâs face. âYouâre not cold enough to be a vampire. What are you?â
If the man already knew about vampires, no harm in telling him the rest. Especially since Marc might have reason to work with him again in the future.
âA Guardian,â he said, and when Brand looked to Radha, she formed her wings and added, âMe, too.â
âGuardian,â Brand repeated softly, his gaze tracing the arch of her wings before she vanished them again. âMy grandfather always said you were out there. I wasnât sure whether to believe him.â
âYour grandfather?â Marc asked.
âAbram Bronner.â The man must have seen Marcâs surprise. âHe didnât tell you.â
Some of the lines on the manâs face werenât just age, Marc realized, but grief and exhaustion. âHe said you took a payout.â
âAh, well.â Turning, Brand preceded them inside and down a short corridor, hard-soled shoes slapping against the concrete floor. âHe probably said that to protect the family, so that no vampire could use us against him if they decided to challenge his leadership. We always protected him in returnâa Brand tradition, with one of us always in position to help keep the community hidden. My granddaughter would have been next, to her dismay. After tales of Guardians, she was more interested in becoming one of you . . . and especially when she heard that one came to town a few months ago. That was you? My grandfather said you killed the demon.â
Heâd slain a demon shortly afterward. He wasnât convinced it was the demon whoâd murdered Jason Ward.
âI was here for a bit,â Marc said. âI took a look into Jasonâs coffin, made certain he had been a vampire.â
Brand shook his head. âIâll admit, the one time I ever really became angry at Jess was when I found out sheâd been telling the Ward girl that her brother had been transformed. Teasing her with it, I think, knowing the girl wouldnât believe her.â
Jess . . . ? Marc put it together. âJessicaâsheâs in high school and drives a Cherokee? Sheâs your granddaughter?â
âMikliaâs friend?â Radhaâs surprise echoed his.
âThatâs her,â Brand said. âAnd I was angry at first, but after Jason was killed, I kept the truth from the Wards. By then, though, Miklia knew what he was . . . there was no one else for her to go to but Jess. And Jess was shocked by it, too, needed some reassurance of her own.â
And now his granddaughter was more interested in becoming a Guardian. That explained the training, then, and the books theyâd been reading at Perkâs Palaceâand how Miklia had become friends with the girls sheâd once called the Brainless Bitches. Jessica must have shared the truth with Ines and Lynn, too.
âNot that it matters now,â Brand continued. âTheyâve both lost any connection to the communityâMiklia to her brother, and Jess to . . .â The lines in the old manâs face deepened. âYou saw the remains? Youâre sure it was him?â
âWe found his ring.â
At Marcâs mention of it, Radha called Bronnerâs ring and his partnerâs jewelry into her palm from her cache. She carefully wiped them free of ash before showing them to Brand.
With watery eyes, the man nodded. âThatâs his. So letâs try to find out who did this.â
He led them into a small examination room. Concrete floors, a long metal table, instruments, and recorders. Paperwork covered a small desk. Brand must have already finished his examination. All that remained was the smell of blood, death, and disinfectant.
âWere you able to identify the woman?â
Brand nodded. âMarnie Weaver. Sheâs a local. My grandfather paid her to come in twice a week, and she has been for the past twenty years. Nice girlâwoman now. Iâve known her since she was just a young one. She never asked questions, but I donât know. Maybe sheâd
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