Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

the people he thought he did?” I asked.
    â€œA witch who was also a vampire might be able to implant memories, but he couldn’t have made Daniel kill. A sorcerer…” Stefan spread his hands. “A sorcerer could do many things. I consider myself lucky that he was so eager to make the kill himself that he did not use the bloodlust he’d summoned in me to make me kill the maid—as I was half-convinced he had. I have become arrogant over the years, Mercedes. I hadn’t really believed he could do anything to me. Daniel, after all, is very new. You were supposed to be a safeguard, but I didn’t expect to need you.”
    â€œLittleton was a sorcerer,” I said. “And some idiot vampire chose to turn him. Who did it? Was it someone from around here? And if not, why is he here?”
    Stefan smiled again. “Those are questions I shall pose to my mistress. The turning might have been a mistake—like our fair Lilly.”
    I’d met Lilly. She’d been crazy when she’d been human, and being a vampire hadn’t changed that. She was also an incredible pianist. Her maker had been so caught up by her music he hadn’t taken the time to notice anything else about her. Like the werewolves, vampires tend to rid themselves of someone who might draw unwanted attention to them. Lilly’s extraordinary gift had protected her, though her maker had been killed for being so careless.
    â€œHow could it have been a mistake?” I asked. “I saw your reaction. You smelled the demon before we went into the hotel.”
    He shook his head. “Demons are hardly commonplace these days. The demon-possessed are caged quickly in mental institutions where they are subdued by drugs. Most younger vampires have never run into a sorcerer—you said yourself that you didn’t know what you had scented until I told you.”
    â€œWhy didn’t the demon stop this sorcerer from falling victim to the vampire?” asked Samuel. “They usually protect their symbionts until they’re finished with them.”
    â€œWhy would it?” I said, mentally dusting off all I’d ever heard about sorcery, which wasn’t much. “The demons’ only desire is to create as much destruction as they can. All vampirism would do is increase Littleton’s ability to create mayhem.”
    â€œDo you know something of demons, Samuel Cornick?” asked Stefan.
    Samuel shook his head. “Not enough to be of help. But I’ll call my father. If he doesn’t, he’ll know someone who does.”
    â€œIt is vampire business.”
    Samuel’s eyebrows shot up. “Not if this sorcerer is leaving bloody messes behind.”
    â€œWe’ll see to him— and to his messes.” Stefan turned to me. “I have two more favors to ask you—though you owe me nothing more.”
    â€œWhat do you need?” I hoped it wasn’t anything immediate. I was tired and more than ready to clean the blood off my hands, both figuratively and literally, though I was afraid the former was going to be difficult.
    â€œWould you come before my mistress and tell her what you have told me about the happenings of this night? She will not want to believe that a new-made vampire could do what he has done. No more will any of the seethe welcome the news of a sorcerer among us.”
    I had no particular desire to meet Marsilia again. He must have seen that on my face, because he continued, “He needs to be stopped, Mercy.” He took another deep breath, deeper than he needed if all he were using the air for was to talk. “I will be asked about this night in full court. I will tell them what I have seen and heard—and they will know if what I tell them is true or false. I can tell them the events you say happened, but they cannot know they are true unless you, yourself, will speak for me. Without you there, they will take my memory of the maid’s death as fact and your words to me as hearsay.”
    â€œWhat will they do to you if they don’t believe you?” I asked.
    â€œI am not a new vampire, Mercedes. If they decide that I have risked our kind by killing this woman, they will destroy me—just as your pack leader would have to destroy one wolf to protect the rest.”
    â€œAll right,” I agreed slowly.
    â€œOnly if I can come with her,” Samuel amended.
    â€œAn escort of her choice,” Stefan