Chapter 355: Game Preparation
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It was not accidental. Not spoken. Just a small point of contact to remind herself he was there and that the night had not split them apart after all. He did not look at her for it, but he let his hand brush the back of her wrist briefly in answer before lowering it again.
That was enough for now.
The main hall they used for the internal war council was not the grand reception chamber. It was one of the deeper meeting rooms, large enough to hold command, small enough to keep the wrong ears out.
By the time Sekhmet entered, Elena had already set the room in motion through the speed only houses with trained maids could achieve. Lamps had been adjusted. The larger table was cleared. Seats arranged. Water and tea prepared. Doors sealed. A pair of maids took outer positions in the corridor. No one would wander in by accident tonight.
Mira arrived first. Of course she did.
Her hair had been retied after the late work at the auction house, but a few strands had slipped loose near her temple. She still looked more composed than most women looked at noon after ten hours of peace.
Her eyes moved over the room once, taking in Lily, Bat Bat, Kess, the maids, Elena, and then finally Sekhmet at the center. She understood from the arrangement alone that this was not merely ’a discussion.’ This was the structure being placed.
Raka appeared next through the linked communication passage they had established for urgent movement between his lower routes and the house. He was not physically there in the way the others were, but the projection stone linked to his chaos energy responded strongly enough that his image appeared above one edge of the table, half-light and shadow wrapped in the shape of his broad shoulders and rough face.
The bruising the first lesser vampire had gifted him days ago was long gone now. His rank-three lesser vampire state had sharpened him further. His eyes, once merely hard, now held the red edge of a true subordinate bloodline creature. Good for him.
Vera and Vela entered together.
Always together.
It had become impossible to imagine one fully without the other, even when they moved apart in battle. Tonight they wore dark fitted house clothes suited more for killing than for tea, though to outsiders it would still read as elegant maid discipline. Both women looked to Sekhmet first. Then to Lily. Then to the room.
Bat Bat came in last because she had stopped midway in the corridor to interrogate a passing servant about whether ’war councils’ included blood snacks. The answer had been unsatisfactory, and she entered carrying the expression of one who had endured grave injustice for the sake of the greater cause.
Kess stood near the rear side of the room at first out of old servant habit, uncertain where his new place truly lay.
Sekhmet noticed and said, "Sit."
Kess looked up.
"Here," Sekhmet added, nodding toward the table. "Not behind the wall."
That hit harder than it should have.
Kess bowed his head. "Yes, Master."
Mira’s eyes shifted briefly to him at the title. No reaction beyond that. She had already accepted stranger things in the last several days.
Once everyone was in place, Elena sealed the room fully. A low shift in the air passed around the walls. Not enough to feel oppressive. Enough to close the loose sound.
Sekhmet remained standing for the first minute. He preferred it that way when a room needed to remember where the center sat.
"Mihos’s game starts in three days," he said.
No one interrupted. He just explained it in short for everyone to understand.
"He will support Iron House. With Money. With Men. With Materials. With Tools. Also with information if it suits him. He will not step in directly. Stephen and Elena are the judges. Lady Seraphiel is gone. Anything above Chaos Rank Five stays out."
Raka’s projected form gave one short nod. Mira folded her hands on the table. Vera and Vela became even stiller than before.
Sekhmet continued.
"There are three stages. Territory breaking. Blood debt paid. One house vanishing from the city."
Bat Bat whispered to Lily, "That sounds excellent and terrible."
Lily whispered back, "It is mostly terrible."
Bat Bat considered that and conceded with a tiny nod.
Sekhmet looked at Mira first. "Tell me what matters most in the first stage."
Mira did not need time.
"Routes," she said. "We need workers. Records. Partner confidence. Quiet replacement labor. If they break our rhythm, they do not need to burn every building. They only need to make every day more expensive."
She understood.
Sekhmet looked at Kess. "And Mihos."
Kess answered carefully but without the hesitation of earlier. The blood puppet bond had not removed his intelligence. It had only given that intelligence a center line now.
"He will want pressure before slaughter," Kess said. "If he chose the game, then he wants to watch the shape before blood. He will support Iron House in ways that make them feel clever." Kess’s mouth tightened faintly. "He likes seeing what others become under irritation."
"That sounds like him," Bat Bat muttered.
No one disagreed.
Raka spoke next. "I just got a report that the underground market hears Iron House is already buying hands."
"Criminal or power hungry?" Mira asked.
Raka replied, "Both."
She asked, "Which is cheaper?"
"Power hungry people are cheap," Raka said. "Criminals want money and violence."
Mira nodded once. "Then we will cut them first. Crime follows fear. Power hungry people follow opportunity."
Sekhmet looked at Elena. "We need some house rules."
Elena answered immediately. "No outer servants unsupervised after dark. Every night movement is checked. Lily does not leave alone. Bat Bat does not leave at all unless I allow it."
Bat Bat’s outrage rose at once. "That was not part of the..."
Sekhmet looked at her. She closed her mouth.
Elena continued. "All windows on the lower guest side will be sealed after the second bell. The courtyard watcher doubled. The maids rotate inner and outer response. No one trusts unexplained deliveries. No one takes gifts. Or any kind of food." That last line was for Bat Bat.
Bat Bat looked offended again. "Who gives murder food. That is a very rude strategy."
"It is the method which is used often," Elena said.
Bat Bat looked briefly disappointed in the world.
Then Sekhmet turned to Lily. She met his eyes at once. He did not soften the question. "You."
Lily understood what he was asking beneath the single word.
How ready are you? How stable are you? Are you hungry?
How much of your new self do you own when the night becomes work instead of only feeling.