Blood Bound by Patricia Briggs

commonplace these days. The demon-possessed are caged quickly in mental institutions where they are subdued by drugs. Most younger vampires have never run into a sorcerer—you said yourself that you didn’t know what you had scented until I told you.”
    â€œWhy didn’t the demon stop this sorcerer from falling victim to the vampire?” asked Samuel. “They usually protect their symbionts until they’re finished with them.”
    â€œWhy would it?” I said, mentally dusting off all I’d ever heard about sorcery, which wasn’t much. “The demons’ only desire is to create as much destruction as they can. All vampirism would do is increase Littleton’s ability to create mayhem.”
    â€œDo you know something of demons, Samuel Cornick?” asked Stefan.
    Samuel shook his head. “Not enough to be of help. But I’ll call my father. If he doesn’t, he’ll know someone who does.”
    â€œIt is vampire business.”
    Samuel’s eyebrows shot up. “Not if this sorcerer is leaving bloody messes behind.”
    â€œWe’ll see to him— and to his messes.” Stefan turned to me. “I have two more favors to ask you—though you owe me nothing more.”
    â€œWhat do you need?” I hoped it wasn’t anything immediate. I was tired and more than ready to clean the blood off my hands, both figuratively and literally, though I was afraid the former was going to be difficult.
    â€œWould you come before my mistress and tell her what you have told me about the happenings of this night? She will not want to believe that a new-made vampire could do what he has done. No more will any of the seethe welcome the news of a sorcerer among us.”
    I had no particular desire to meet Marsilia again. He must have seen that on my face, because he continued, “He needs to be stopped, Mercy.” He took another deep breath, deeper than he needed if all he were using the air for was to talk. “I will be asked about this night in full court. I will tell them what I have seen and heard—and they will know if what I tell them is true or false. I can tell them the events you say happened, but they cannot know they are true unless you, yourself, will speak for me. Without you there, they will take my memory of the maid’s death as fact and your words to me as hearsay.”
    â€œWhat will they do to you if they don’t believe you?” I asked.
    â€œI am not a new vampire, Mercedes. If they decide that I have risked our kind by killing this woman, they will destroy me—just as your pack leader would have to destroy one wolf to protect the rest.”
    â€œAll right,” I agreed slowly.
    â€œOnly if I can come with her,” Samuel amended.
    â€œAn escort of her choice,” Stefan agreed. “Perhaps Adam Hauptman or one of his wolves. Dr. Cornick, please don’t take offense, but I don’t think you should come. My mistress was taken with you last time, and self-control in such matters is not her strong suit.”
    â€œTell me when you need me,” I said before Samuel could begin arguing. “I’ll find an escort.”
    â€œThank you,” Stefan said, then hesitated. “It is dangerous for you to keep reminding the seethe what you are.”
    Walkers are not popular among the vampires. I’d gathered that when the vampires first came to this part of the New World, the walkers here had made themselves enough of a pest that the vampires had killed most of them off. Stefan wouldn’t tell me anything more detailed. Some things I’d figured out—like most vampire magic didn’t work on me. But I couldn’t see how I was any danger to them—unlike, say, a werewolf would be.
    Stefan had known what I was for years, but had kept it from his seethe until I’d gone to them for help. He’d gotten into trouble for it.
    â€œThey already know what I am,”