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.The house stood as a solo bastion of cheer, battling valiantly against the London sky, which had undertaken its customary stance halfway between an indifferent gray and a malnourished drizzle.No one responded to Lady Maccon’s knock, nor to her tug on the bell rope, but the gilded front door had been left unlocked.Waving at the driver to wait, Alexia made her way cautiously inside, parasol up and at the ready.The rooms lay in unabashed splendor—fluffy carpets depicting romantically inclined shepherds, paired with arched ceilings playing host to equally amorous cherubs painted a la Roma.“Halloo.Anybody home?”The place was completely and utterly deserted, obviously in exceptional haste.Not only was there no Lord Akeldama, but there was no Biffy, nor any other drone.Lord Akeldama’s abode was normally a carnival of delights: discarded top hats and piles of playbills, the scent of expensive cigars and French cologne, and it boasted a background hum of chatter and hilarity.The silence and stillness were all the more noticeable by comparison.Alexia made her way slowly through the empty rooms, as though she were an archaeologist visiting an abandoned tomb.All she found was evidence of departure, certain items of importance taken down from places of honor.The gold pipe was missing, the one that normally sat atop the mantelpiece in the drawing room like some revered item of plumbing but that—Alexia knew from personal experience—hid two curved blades.The fact that Lord Akeldama saw fit to take that particular item with him did not bode well for the reason behind his departure.The only living thing on the premises, aside from Alexia, appeared to be the resident cat.The feline in question was a fat calico that possessed the disposition of a placid narcoleptic and that roused only periodically to enact potent and vicious revenge upon the nearest tasseled throw pillow.Currently, the animal lay sprawled across a puffy hassock, the remains of three decapitated tassels nestled near her chin.Cats, as a general rule, were the only creatures that tolerated vampires.Most other animals had what the scientists termed a well-developed prey response behavior pattern.Felines, apparently, didn’t consider themselves vampire prey.This one, however, was so utterly indifferent to any non-tassel-related creature, she could probably have tolerated residency among a pack of werewolves.“Where has your master disappeared to, Fatty?” Alexia inquired of the creature.The cat had no definitive answer but graciously allowed herself to be scratched under the chin.She was sporting a most peculiar metal collar, and Lady Maccon was just bending down to examine it closer when she heard muffled footsteps in the hallway behind her.Lord Conall Maccon was drunk.He was not drunk in the halfhearted manner of most supernatural creatures, wherein twelve pints of bitter had finally turned the world slightly fuzzy.No, Lord Maccon was rip-roaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.It took an enormous quantity of alcohol to get a werewolf that inebriated.And, reflected Professor Lyall as he steered his Alpha around the side of an inconvenient potshed, it was almost as miraculous a feat to attain such quantities as it was to ingest them.How had Lord Maccon finagled such an arrangement? Not only that, how had he managed to acquire said booze so consistently over the past three days without visiting London or tapping into Woolsey Castle’s well-stocked cellar? Really, thought the Beta in annoyance, such powers of alcoholism could almost be thought supernatural.Lord Maccon lurched heavily into the side of the potshed.The meat of his left shoulder and upper arm crashed against the oak siding.The entire building swayed on its foundation.“Pardon,” apologized the earl with a small hiccough, “didna see ya there.”“For Pete’s sake, Conall,” said his Beta in tones of the deeply put-upon, “how did you manage to get so corned?” He tugged his Alpha away from the abused shed.“Na drunk,” insisted his lordship, throwing one substantial arm across his Beta’s shoulders and leaning heavily upon it.“Jush a tiny little slightly small bit’a squiffy [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]