Mozart's Blood by Louise Marley

Author:Louise Marley
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Historical fiction, Horror, Paranormal, Fiction, Fantasy, Historical, General, Sopranos (Singers), Vampires
ISBN: 9780758242129
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2010-06-29T00:58:41+00:00

The holding cell was spotlessly clean, with a neatly made cot and shining toilet fixtures against the wall. It didn’t get much use, Ugo suspected. Aspin-en-Lavedan probably had no need for a proper jail.

From its small barred window Ugo could see the Pic du Jer, which Hubert kindly pointed out to him when he led him in and locked the door behind him. “Wait till it gets dark,” the policeman said. “You’ll see the cross then, when it lights up at night. It will give you something to think about.”

“What am I being arrested for?” Ugo asked.

“You’re not being arrested. You’re being held for your own protection.”

“Thank you, but I don’t need protection, monsieur.”

Hubert raised his brows. “My mother tells me you’re covered in bloody scars. Someone did a thorough job of beating you up.”

“But they’re—they’re far away now. They brought me here, somehow, and dumped me.”

“Well. You’re safe in this place.”

“But why keep me here all night? Don’t you need a—a warrant, or something?”

“I have my mother’s word that you shouldn’t be allowed to run off.”

“That’s reason enough?”

Hubert laughed. “Oh, yes. In this commune, that’s enough. Laurette has a nose for trouble, and with the tourists we get every year, it’s most useful.”

“Could I have a phone to call—to call my parents?”

“Tomorrow. You can call them from Pontalie. Which, by the way, I’m not able to find on a map.” Hubert gave Ugo a narrow-eyed look. His eyes were the same pale blue as Laurette’s, and like her, he was tall and rangy. His thick hair was a neutral brown, and one day it would no doubt be as white as his mother’s. It felt odd to Ugo to be wearing this man’s cast-off clothes.

Hubert said, “You know, mon ami, you don’t look so young to me.”

“I’m eighteen,” Ugo said.

“So you told my mother. But with no proof, and no papers—”

“I told her what happened!”

“She says you told her a tale. She’s not sure she believes it.”

“But she—she must have. She gave me some of her own money.” Ugo shook his head in frustration. He should have known the kindness didn’t feel right.

“Yes, for the train. I’ll keep it safe for you till morning, and then I’ll put you on the train to Rennes.” Hubert turned smartly about, a satisfied look on his face, and moved toward the door. As he opened it, he smiled back at Ugo. “Oh, and I’ll go along with you. Just to make sure you arrive safely.” His grin widened. “Bonne nuit, my young friend. Sleep well.” The lock snicked shut behind him, and Ugo sagged against the nearest wall.

He had caught a look at a calendar over the desk when Hubert brought him in. It had been ten days since he left Octavia to see the strega. That meant twelve since her infusion in New York. And nine since he had taken the strega’s herb.

That explained awakening in this odd place. The wolf had been seeking its usual destination, no doubt, but had

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