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  ‘I suppose you didn’t need to,’ I said. ‘You probably never had any intention of selling it, ever.’

  Gold glanced down at the papers. ‘It’s too late now for me to hack into the system and fix this, my Lord. I can’t do historical documents. They would be paper. I’m afraid you can’t sell this house right now. It will take me a long time to fix this for you, there will be legal implications.’

  ‘I’ll spare some tame demons from somewhere,’ John said. He sighed. ‘Oh well, I don’t have to sell the car now either.’

  ‘You still owe me a drive in that car,’ I said.

  ‘I promised my nanny a ride in the car. I didn’t promise my Lady anything.’

  I smiled grimly. ‘That’s because the Lady’s driving.’

  ‘By your leave, my Lord,’ Gold said, and John waved him away with one hand, still glaring at me. Gold shook his head and grinned as he disappeared.

  Then we heard shouting downstairs. It was Michael and Bai Hu, shouting at each other very loudly. I heard some of the language and winced.

  John rose and went to the door.

  ‘We should stay out of it,’ I said. ‘This is between father and son.’

  ‘They are both my Retainers,’ he said, his voice calm and firm. ‘And as their Lord I have the right to intervene. I think we had better get down there.’ He cocked his head and listened, then his voice became more urgent. ‘Before they come to blowsY

  He threw the door open and rushed downstairs. I ran to follow him, he was right.

  ‘…why I should go with a fucking bastard like you after what you’ve done, when Lord Xuan and Lady Emma have taken me into their home and treated me like a son!’ Michael was yelling as we went down the stairs.

  ‘You’re my son and you’ll fucking do what you’re told!’ Bai Hu bellowed back. ‘You’ll come with me, boy, and that’s an order! Now stop giving me this shit and get over here!’

  ‘Don’t worry about Simone, she’s upstairs with Leo in the nursery,’ John said to me. ‘He saw this coming a mile off.’

  ‘Leo has the most brains of all of us,’ I said.

  ‘Oh, I don’t know. Look what he puts up with.’

  I shrugged in reply. He was right.

  We went across the black and white tiled entry hall to the living room. James hesitated at the kitchen door, and John waved him inside.

  Bai Hu and Michael had gone quiet. They faced off in the living room. Michael was rigid with fury and panting. Bai Hu was in human form and just as rigid. When they saw us enter they both saluted. Bai Hu just shook his hands up in front of his face; he was too distraught to salute properly. Michael, on the other hand, dropped to one knee and took his time, saluting John and then me very carefully.

  When Michael was back on his feet he bowed slightly to us so that he could have the first word. ‘My Lord, my Lady, please inform Lord Bai Hu that I wish to remain in your service and do not wish to leave.’

  ‘He should go with me to the West, Ah Wu,’ the Tiger growled. ‘He is too young for this. This is getting really heavy. He doesn’t have the experience to handle it.’

  ‘Come. Sit.’ John gestured to the comfortable fabriccovered sofas in the living room. It had been decorated in a delightfully relaxed cottage style. Large windows overlooked the quiet leafy Kensington street.

  They sat on the sofas as far apart as they could. John and I took one each. I sat next to Michael. John sat next to Bai Hu.

  ‘Now that the Demon King is out of this, Ah Bai,’ John said, ‘we will not be attacked by anything bigger than about level fifty. Emma and Leo can handle nearly up to that level alone. Michael will be there soon.’

  ‘I want to stay!’ Michael said loudly. ‘What about that fucking bastard One Two Two?’ the Tiger said.

  John stiffened and his face became fierce. ‘You mind your mouth in front of my Lady, or your tail will be in serious trouble.’

  I nearly smiled. Weren’t no ladies here, just us demon-killing bitches with swords that made dogs howl with terror.

  Bai Hu threw himself up out of the sofa, quickly went to the middle of the rug next to the coffee table, and knelt. He saluted. ‘Please accept my earnest apology, my Lady.’

  ‘Rise,’ I said wearily.

  The Tiger nodded, rose, strode over to the sofa and threw himself back onto it next to John. He flung his arm over the edge and stretched his long legs out in front of him. He grinned at me ruefully. ‘Sorry.’

  Michael had remained perfectly still during this entire exchange. All he wanted was to stay with us. He didn’t care about anything else that happened.

  ‘I will deal with the Prince in my own good time,’ John said evenly.

  Oh dear Lord. I knew exactly what he meant. No.

  John continued. ‘He can only rally small demons around him; Leo has already killed his Mother. It won’t be long before Michael is able to easily handle anything he throws at us.’

  Bai Hu leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees and spoke softly. ‘This kid is really talented, Ah Wu. I think when he reaches maturity he may be able to Transform. His mother is,’ he hesitated, ‘astonishing. A league of her own. The only one who’s ever left.’ His voice dropped. ‘I don’t want to lose this one.’

  ‘Don’t I have a say in this?’ Michael said loudly.

  ‘No!’ the Tiger shot back. ‘You do as you’re told, boy!’

  ‘Go to hell,’ Michael said.

  John and I were both hard pressed to conceal our amusement. Michael was more than a match for the Tiger.

  The Tiger went rigid with fury. He opened his mouth to let loose another tirade at Michael but John raised his hand. The Tiger subsided, still furious, and glared at Michael. Michael glared back.

  John studied Michael appraisingly. I knew what he was thinking.

  ‘Ah Bai,’ John said, ‘for the first time in I think about six hundred years I am pulling rank on you. The kid stays.’

  Bai Hu threw himself back into the sofa and flung his arm over the edge again. ‘Eight hundred years,’ he said softly. ‘I want this kid, Ah Wu. You can see the potential.’

  ‘That is why he would be better off with me,’ John said. ‘I am the best. You know that. Let me teach him. When I go, the pair of you can decide what to do. I would prefer he guard Simone. I can’t think of anybody better for the job, apart from yourself, and you don’t have the time. Tell me I don’t speak the truth.’

  The Tiger stayed very still for a long time. Then he shifted slightly. ‘One condition. He spends his time off with me. One day a week, Western Palace. He needs to learn the skills of a Horseman. I won’t have a son of mine unable to ride a horse.’

  ‘Until Lord Xuan leaves, Bai Hu, I think Michael can probably spend some of his school holidays in the West as well,’ I said. ‘How about that? Is that acceptable? Michael?’

  Bai Hu was about to say something but he thought better of it. He glowered at Michael.

  ‘Dak han le. Can do.’ Michael’s handsome face lit up. He smiled shyly at me. ‘Thanks, Lady Emma.’

  ‘Is he old enough to go to the Celestial Plane without his mother?’ I said.

  ‘Yes.’ Bai Hu shook his hands in front of his face without moving on the sofa. ‘My Lord. My Lady. By your leave.’ He disappeared.

  I sighed and relaxed. John and I shared a look. Another disaster averted. We smiled.

  ‘My Lord,’ Michael said, ‘he said that I may be able to Transform. Did he mean that I could turn into a tiger?’

  ‘It is a rare gift. Only about one in a hundred of his children inherits the ability. To answer your question: yes,’ John said. ‘Once you have reached adulthood and your powers are set. It will be interesting to see. You may also be able to manipulate metal.’

  ‘Way cool,’ Michael said under his breath. ‘I could be a were-tiger.’

  ‘Are you sure you’re all right to be spending your Sundays with him, Michael?’ I said.

  Michael grinned. ‘Child custody arrangements.’
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br />   I laughed softly at that. ‘You’re the product of a broken home.’

  His grin broadened. ‘Little pieces.’ He sobered. He looked from me to John. ‘I just want to say thanks. You are the best. Lord Xuan, thank you. I really appreciate this. I want to stay with you guys. Both of you.’

  ‘Just don’t get yourself killed, lad,’ John said, amused. ‘If you do I’ll never hear the end of it. From either of them.’ He pulled himself up. ‘I’m summoning Jade. She’ll have to help reorganise the demon staff. This will take a while.’

  ‘Take your time,’ I said to his back. I turned to Michael. ‘Up for a spar?’

  His whole face lit up. ‘Yes, please, ma’am.’

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  The weather the day of Charlie’s funeral was perfect: warm and mild without a single cloud in the seamless blue sky.

  We followed the hearse in a van, and took Charlie’s mother with us. Mrs Bradford was delightful; as wonderful as her daughter. She insisted on me calling her Elizabeth. She was over eighty years old, but still active and bright.

  Simone and Michael were perfectly behaved throughout the entire proceedings, quiet and respectful. It wasn’t obvious how much of it Simone understood, though.

  The Chen family plot was in a cemetery on the outskirts of London. It was in the centre of a wide expanse of lawn with towering ancient oak trees not far away. There was a small iron fence around the area. Some of the graves were obviously very old, but the plot was immaculately cared for with small hedges and a few rose bushes.

  The sun shone brightly on us as Charlie received an old-fashioned farewell. I was introduced to a large number of nieces and nephews by her sister and brother, who were all as lovely as she and her mother were.

  Afterwards, John took Charlie’s mother over to a park bench and sat beside her. He held her hand and spoke to her for a long time. She wept, but she smiled and nodded through the tears at some of the things he said.

  ‘Stop,’ John told the driver as we drove towards the exit of the cemetery. We stopped at a small, ancient, ivycovered stone cottage next to the cemetery gate. It looked like a medieval garden shed. It had a microscopic, fastidiously neat garden around it and a picket fence.

  ‘Emma, there’s someone here you have to meet. Leo, Michael, Simone, you stay here in the car and wait. This won’t take long.’

  As soon as we approached the cottage door a tiny middle-aged European man with a shock of black hair and very pale skin dashed out with a huge grin on his face. He bobbed obsequiously a few times to John, smiling with delight. Then he pointed the grin at me and I felt it.

  I couldn’t pick him. He wasn’t a demon, although he did have something demonic about him. He also wasn’t a normal human being. He was definitely some sort of supernatural creature, but I hadn’t seen his like before. I inwardly compared him to Jade; nope, not a dragon. Not a stone, either.

  He noticed my regard and his grin widened. John waited patiently for me to work it out, amused.

  I opened my Inner Eye to examine the creature internally and he froze. His face became a mask of horror.

  ‘That is extremely bad manners, Emma,’ John said quietly. ‘You can destroy lesser creatures by doing that to them. Unless the creature attacks you, turning your Inner Eye on them really shouldn’t be necessary.’

  ‘Sorry,’ I said to the creature. ‘I didn’t know.’

  John gestured towards the little man. ‘Apologies, Franklin. That was only the second time my Lady has done that, and I didn’t know she could do it with such ease. I don’t think she’ll do it again.’

  The little man bowed crisply and smiled again. ‘Have you worked me out yet, my Lady?’ he said. ‘The Dark Lord says that you have not been in Europe for any length of time, and so would not have encountered anything like me before.’ He studied me carefully, his eyes sparkling. ‘So this is her, eh?’ His voice gained a hungry edge. ‘Powerful. Sweet. Delicious.’ He turned and gestured. ‘Come inside, I have tea.’

  ‘You vowed to stay off the hard stuff, Franklin,’ John said as we went through the tiny picket gate to the little cottage.

  ‘I have not had a drop of anything stronger than bull in over twenty-five years, my Lord,’ the little man said. ‘I swear.’

  ‘I can smell white bull on you,’ John said meaningfully. ‘Are you sure?’

  ‘All bought and paid for, I assure you, my Lord,’ the little man said with glee. ‘I have been exceptionally good.’ He turned and held out his hands. ‘Look at me! In the sunshine.’

  ‘I suppose that speaks for itself,’ John said. ‘Come on in, Emma, and meet Franklin. He has been looking after the Chen family plot for…’ He hesitated. ‘How long, Franklin?’

  ‘About two hundred and thirty years now, my Lord,’ Franklin said with satisfaction. ‘I can remember when this was far out on the edge of the city.’

  We entered the cottage. Franklin obviously lived in it. It had a tiny bed, a little table and a stove. A door led out the back of the cottage. It was Spartan but spotlessly clean. A checked tablecloth covered the table, with a small vase of daisies in the middle.

  ‘Please, my Lord, my Lady, sit,’ Franklin said, gesturing to a couple of chairs at the table. ‘So sorry to hear about the Retainer, my Lord. Circumstances are very difficult right now, aren’t they.’

  John didn’t say anything, he just motioned for me to sit. Franklin turned and filled the kettle, then put it on his tiny stove.

  ‘All right, I give up,’ I said. ‘What are you?’

  Franklin busied himself pulling tea cups and a teapot out of the cupboard. He turned and put the cups and saucers on the table. He stopped and smiled at me over the checked tablecloth. ‘Old-fashioned Eastern European vampire, my Lady. Not surprised I’m the first one you’ve ever met,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Been given a second chance by the Dark Lord here, and doing my best.’

  John leaned back slightly and put his hand on the table. ‘Tell the truth, Franklin. You are neither old-fashioned, Eastern European, nor a vampire.’

  Franklin’s smile didn’t shift. ‘Uzbek is close enough, my Lord. My dietary habits…well, you know. And I’m very old now.’

  ‘When Marco Polo returned to Europe, there was some interest shown in his tales. The demons here in Europe knew that the ones in China existed, but hadn’t had much contact. Franklin here,’ John gestured across the table, ‘is one of the first products of experimentation.’

  ‘Last one of my type in existence, too,’ Franklin said without rancour. ‘Those were the days, eh, my Lord?’

  ‘That particular part of history was very unpleasant here in Europe and you know it,’ John said grimly.

  ‘Not for us.’ Franklin’s grin didn’t shift. ‘More of a golden era for us, my Lord.’

  ‘Experiments?’ I said.

  John’s face was still grim. ‘Demon Lords are constantly looking for ways to improve the stock produced by the Mothers. Some of their recent activities are rather disturbing. Franklin is one of the first products of interbreeding. Bad idea. The results were high maintenance, fragile, unable to hold their shape for very long, unable to tolerate bright light, and easy to destroy. Their metabolisms were so fast and their digestive systems so delicate that they could only ingest plasma.’

  ‘You actually have a digestive system?’ I asked Franklin. ‘What level are you?’

  ‘Oh, very good, madam,’ Franklin said. ‘You have been studying us. I am level seventy equivalent.’

  ‘Whoa! You don’t look that big. You’re huge!’

  ‘Big but weak,’ John said. ‘Interesting abilities, but easy to destroy. I don’t think they tried Eastern-Western hybrids again.’

  ‘Eastern-Western?’ I said.

  John nodded. ‘They don’t normally have much to do with each other. Professional rivalry. Western demons don’t have anything to do with me; I’m an Eastern Shen.’ He smiled slightly. ‘Your home has Southern Shen, very old, very powerful. Much older than me. Never met a
single one. We are strongest nearest to our centres; the demons are as well.’ He gestured towards Franklin again. ‘Interbreeding between the types is always a bad idea; the results are usually extremely weak.’

  ‘I am lucky to still be here,’ Franklin said as he passed a tea cup across the table to me.

  ‘Vampires,’ I said. Franklin nodded, but John looked impatient.

  ‘Demon hybrids,’ John said. ‘Most of them don’t survive. Some are disastrous malformed atrocities. Others emerge new and powerful. There have been some recent experiments where the results have been appalling.’

  ‘Experiments?’ I said as I picked up my tea cup and studied it suspiciously. Perfectly normal tea. I took a sip. Very good quality Ceylon too.

  ‘Experiments?’ Franklin echoed, his smile disappearing.

  ‘Not just animals can be engineered,’ John said, his voice very grim. ‘The King doesn’t approve. He’s a traditionalist. But there are some activities out there that are causing us a great deal of concern.’

  ‘That is very bad news, my Lord,’ Franklin said faintly. He flopped into a chair across the table from us. ‘Very bad news indeed.’

  ‘Vampires. So Western supernatural creatures are just as real,’ I said.

  ‘Of course,’ John said. ‘Each region has its own.’

  ‘Better give me some tips on the different types then,’ I said. ‘Just in case Simone wants to study overseas.’

  ‘Good idea,’ John said. ‘I don’t know how they’ll react to her.’ He leaned back. ‘The world is becoming a very small place. Five hundred years ago, contact between China and the West was rare and intermittent. Two hundred years ago, it would take months to travel from one place to another. Now, it only takes a matter of hours. We Shen are starting to travel around. More powerful Shen such as myself can even spend extended periods of time in different areas. The bigger demons do too. I think sometimes they materialise in the holds of aircraft and ride them from one place to another.’

  ‘Wouldn’t that take them too far from their centre?’ I said.

  Franklin broke in. ‘Sometimes being far from your centre is better than not existing at all, my Lady, when you have angered the one you serve.’