lovely, sheltering den and to watch me discover two deliciously stunned men who practically begged me to drain their blood from them.â The detectiveâs eyes widened and Neferet sneered. âI donât know what is more unbelievable, that that simpering Zoey Redbird somehow deluded herself into thinking sheâd killed the men, and then rushed to give her pathetic self up to you, or that you actually believed the insipid child had the will to kill. Either way, the situation doesnât bode well for your skills of detection.â
Lynette saw that the uniformed officers, even Jamison, had all paled at Neferetâs flippant admissions of guilt, but Detective Marxâs face hardened into stubborn lines. His spoke with calm authority. âNeferet, I will allow you to make one phone call to your High Council, but you must give yourself up to me and prepare to pay the consequences for your actions.â
âThe High Council has even less jurisdiction over me than do you,â Neferet said. âI am no vampyreâI am Goddess of Darkness, Queen Tsi Sgiliâand I will never again bow to any authority. You, Tulsa, and even the world will worship me as is my divine right. Watch and learn. Mabel, come to me!â
The girl obeyed immediately. She walked through the front doors that Judson opened for her and went to Neferetâs side.
âMore hostages wonât help you get out of this, Neferet!â Detective Marx said.
âI said, watch and learn, humans! I have no hostages, only willing supplicants. Now gaze into your future!â Neferet opened her arms to the girl she called Mabel. Lynette had to step aside as Mabel hurried willingly into her embrace. âIf I am your Goddess, sacrifice yourself to me.â
Morbidly curious, Lynette watched, wondering what the girl was going to be compelled to do. She only had seconds to wonder.
âYou are my Goddess,â the girl said mechanically, and then Mabel began clawing at her own neck, gouging her flesh and causing blood to weep from the wounds.
âNow that is the behavior of a proper supplicant.â Neferet bent to drink from her offering. The girl gasped and trembled, but instead of trying to escape, she cried, âThank you, Goddess!â in a voice that was filled with ecstasy.
âHow sweet of you,â Neferet said, her lips inches from Mabelâs bloody neck. Before she began feeding from her, she commanded, âShield us!â
An instant later there was a deafening burst of gunfire. Lynette fell to the pavement, ducking into a ball and putting her arms up in a vain attempt to protect herself.
There was a cry of pain, and then the officers began shouting. Shaking violently, Lynette peeked up through her arms. Neferet was feeding on the girl, ignoring the chaos happening before them.
Apparently, the bullets meant for Neferetâand probably also Lynetteâhad bounced off whatever shield the vampyre had invoked and been deflected directly into the foul-mouthed pedophile officerâs body.
âOh my god,â Lynette whispered in a rush.
âDo you not mean oh my goddess ?â Neferet, lips scarlet from the girlâs blood, smiled down at Lynette.
âY-yes, I do,â Lynette said, feeling light-headed.
Neferet let loose the girl, and Mabel fell heavily to the concrete. Then she held out her hand to Lynette, who took it and stood shakily. âHave no fear. I wonât allow them to harm you. I wonât allow them to harm anyone who is loyal to me,â Neferet told her. She turned her attention back to the officers. They had dragged Jamisonâs bullet-ravaged body behind the cars, which is where the rest of the men were crouching. Lynette could hear their radios crackling as they called for an ambulance and backup.
âDo you understand now, Detective Marx? Have you learned your lesson?â
âWeâve learned that youâre a killer!â he shouted.