Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

night I first ran into Littleton. It had Ben for a few days—you, it’s been working on for weeks.”
    He stilled, thinking about it.
    â€œThe night you lost control after that accident with the baby,” I said. “It wasn’t you, it was the demon.”
    The arms of my chair creaked a protest under his hands. He took a deep breath of my scent and then pulled back a little so he could look me in the face. Very slowly, giving me plenty of time to pull away, he kissed me.
    I thought I might love Adam. Samuel had hurt me once before—very badly. I knew that he might only want me now for the same reason he had wanted me then. Even so, I couldn’t pull away.
    I had come so close to losing him.
    I returned his kiss with interest, leaning into his body and threading my fingers through his fine hair. It was Samuel who ended the kiss.
    â€œI’ll get you some cocoa,” he said, leaving me in my chair.
    â€œSam?” I said.
    He stopped at the door, his back to me and his head lowered. “I’ll be all right, Mercy. For tonight, just let me get us both some cocoa.”
    â€œDon’t forget the marshmallows,” I told him.

Chapter 14
    â€œHe’s not come to trial yet?”
    â€œNo,” Stefan sipped at his tea, which he had requested. I hadn’t known vampires could drink tea. “How’s the ankle?”
    I made a rude noise. “My ankle is fine.” Which wasn’t strictly true, but I wasn’t going to let him change the subject. “It took them only a day to bring you to trial and it’s been two weeks for Andre.”
    â€œWeeks that Andre spends in the cells beneath the seethe,” Stefan said mildly. “He’s not out vacationing. As for how long it is taking, I’m afraid that is my fault. I’ve been in Chicago to see what I can ferret out about Andre’s activities there. To make sure that Littleton was the only person he managed to turn.”
    â€œI thought Andre didn’t have enough control to turn his people into vampires.”
    Stefan set his tea on the table and gave me an interested look. “Rachel said you’d been over to visit. I hadn’t realized how much you learned.”
    I rolled my eyes at him. “I grew up with werewolves, Stefan, intimidation isn’t going to work. Tell me how Andre managed to turn a sorcerer when he can’t turn one of his minions.”
    His face lit up in one of his generous smiles. “I don’t know. I’ll tell you what I do know. Cory Littleton has been flirting with evil since he was a very young boy. His apartment in Chicago—which Andre has paid for up until next December—had a secret room I sniffed out. It was full of interesting things like black wax candles and books on ancient ceremonies that would have been best left uncatalogued. I burned them, and the notebooks he kept his journals in—written in mirror writing of all things. At least it wasn’t in Greek.”
    â€œDoes Andre know how Littleton became a sorcerer? Could he make more of them?” asked Samuel, his sleep-roughened voice emerging from the hallway.
    â€œHello, Samuel,” Stefan said. Medea came out of the hallway shadows first, meowing sharp little complaints as she trotted across the kitchen floor and hopped onto Stefan’s lap.
    Samuel followed, half dressed and sporting a day’s growth of beard. Samuel hadn’t been himself since Littleton captured him—or maybe since that night he told me about the baby his girlfriend had aborted. His temper was shorter and he was too serious—when I tried to bring up the subject of that kiss we’d shared, he wouldn’t discuss it. I worried about him.
    â€œDoes Andre know how to create a sorcerer?”
    Stefan nodded his head slowly. “According to Littleton’s journals he does. Littleton told him.”
    Samuel pulled out a chair and spun it around so he sat on it backwards. “Was it something about Littleton being a sorcerer that allowed him to survive being turned?”
    Medea batted Stefan’s hand and instead of picking up his cup, he rubbed her behind her ears. She purred and settled more firmly on his lap.
    â€œI don’t know,” Stefan answered finally. “I’m not certain even Andre knows. He fed off Littleton for several years before turning him. I don’t think that he has any more Littletons waiting in the wings, though.