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Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

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looked as though he’d just been liberated from a Nazi death camp. His head had been shaved, and dark stubble turned the pale skin of his scalp blue. It made me wonder if vampires could grow hair.
    Daniel’s cheeks were so sunken I could almost see his teeth through them. His eyes looked blind, with irises that were startlingly white, and no pupils at all. It was difficult to judge the age at which he’d died accurately, but he couldn’t have been older than twenty.
    The man in the striped waistcoat, Bernard, stood up—and finally Marsilia quit staring at Warren, and turned her attention to the matters at hand.
    Bernard cleared his throat then, in an appropriately businesslike tone, said, “We are here because early this morning Stefan called us to clean up his mess at a motel in Pasco. Five humans are dead, and there was considerable property damage. We were forced to call in Elizaveta Arkadyevna”—I hadn’t known Elizaveta worked for the seethe as well as Adam’s pack, but I suppose it made sense. The old Russian witch was the most powerful practitioner in the Pacific Northwest—“because we could see no scenario in which the police would not be called in. The local authorities have accepted the story we manufactured and, according to our contacts, there will be no further inquiry into the case. Other than the monetary cost of employing the witch, no permanent harm has been done to the seethe.” He bit off the last part a little too sharply, as if he wanted to disagree with his statement.
    â€œStefan,” Marsilia said. “You put the seethe in danger. How do you answer this?”
    Stefan took a step forward, then hesitated, looking at the vampire he held in his arms.
    â€œI can hold him,” Warren offered.
    Stefan shook his head. “Daniel has not fed in too long, he would be a danger to you. Andre?”
    Andre frowned, but got up to take the starving vampire into his arms so that Stefan could go stand before the others. I expected Stefan to stand where Bernard had, but he sat in the wooden chair, instead. He slid until he was pressed against the back then grasped each of the brass-studded gracefully curved arms, closing his hands around the ends as if he hadn’t seen the brass thorns sticking up.
    Or maybe he had. The thrum of magic I’d been feeling stepped up in tempo and strength, making my rib cage buzz with power. I tried to swallow my gasp, but Marsilia turned to look at me as if I’d done something interesting.
    Her regard didn’t last more than an instant before she turned her attention to Stefan. “You choose to offer Truth willingly?”
    â€œI do.”
    The chair reacted to his statement somehow. But before I could decide what the flare of energy had meant, the young looking vampire, the one who was still swaying to my heartbeat, said, “Truth.”
    Most werewolves could tell when someone lied, but it was based on the smell of perspiration and heartbeat—neither of which the vampires had. I knew that there were magical ways of telling if someone lied, too. It was appropriate that the vampire’s truth spells would demand blood.
    â€œSpeak.” I couldn’t tell from Marsilia’s voice whether she hoped he’d be able to excuse himself from the bloodbath at the hotel or not.
    Stefan started with his suspicions that there was something odd in Daniel’s tale of bloodlust. He explained that when the vampire Daniel had been supposed to contact had returned, he’d seen it as an opportunity to learn more.
    â€œIt occurred to me,” he said in an unhurried storytelling kind of voice, “that if I was correct in my suspicions I was about to confront a vampire capable of enthralling one of our own kind—though Daniel is very young. I thought at the time that the vampire might have been a witch before he was brought over.”
    â€œSo dangerous you brought her with you rather than another vampire?” Bernard’s tone was heavy with contempt.
    Stefan shrugged. “As I said, I thought Littleton was a witch. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. I did not really think I would be facing anything I could not handle. Mercedes was my insurance, but I did not think she would be necessary.”
    â€œYes,” said Marsilia sharply. “Let us tell the room why it is that Mercedes Thompson would be someone you would go to for help.” Her eyes were narrowed

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