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.“If I let go he’s just going to slide back in!”“Well, somebody has to shoot him!” Vayl growled.The thunder of Cole’s gun drowned out my reply.The legs in my hands went limp.I turned to look.Cole’s shot had been right on target.The reaver died where he laid, his fingers still curled around the edge of the door.And out of that blasted third eye emerged a lovely magenta soul that flew off into the night like a comet.Vayl and I both moved back.I trained Grief on the spot where the reaver gang had holed up, but the ones who’d survived had scattered as soon as Yale passed.The clawed hands continued to pull Yale’s body through the doorway, and as his feet crossed the threshold the entire door disappeared with the boom of overhead thunder.CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENCassandra and Bergman met us at the RV door.“You’re back to yourself!” Bergman said the second Vayl pulled his helmet off.Vayl nodded wanly.“Apparently I simply needed some quiet time in the aftermath of the battle.”“Also a towel would’ve been nice,” I added.Although Vayl thought he’d reabsorbed a great deal of the armor, he’d still ended up wringing wet.And since I’d driven us home, that meant I now looked as if a football team had tried to douse me with the Gatorade cooler and only done half the job.The back half.We’d said our thank-yous and goodbyes to Jericho and the guys at the site, with a promise to return a cleaner, shinier Ninja to Jericho in the morning.The SWAT guys had volunteered to supervise the cleanup since we’d sort of saved the day with the festival.An unusually quiet, introspective Cole had stayed with them.As if reading my mind—and who knows, maybe she was— Cassandra said, “Where’s Cole?”“He’ll be back soon,” I said.“He’s with Jericho right now.”“And?”“I’m worried about him.He killed a couple of humans and the reaver today.He definitely wasn’t acting like himself when we left.”“He will be fine,” Vayl said irritably.He sounded almost.jealous.His next words confirmed my suspicions.“Why do you never concern yourself for me? The change I underwent has left me exhausted.”“Dude, you’re immortal.It’s not like you won’t get a second to catch up on your sleep.” Plus, I was feeling deeply drained myself, which left no room for commiseration in my book.Especially not with the vampire who’d sucked Cole into our business in the first place.Even though I wanted to roll into the RV and hit the bedroom so bad my bones actually ached, I dismounted Jericho’s Ninja with reluctance.I was in love with another man’s bike.It felt like a sin.Unfortunately Cassandra blocked my way inside.Which was when I finally registered the guilty look she shared with Bergman.He began.“We thought, you know, before you tear us a new one? We wanted to say we’re sorry.”“Yes,” Cassandra agreed.“It was our fault.”“Naturally,” I said, though I was at least a chapter behind them.Cassandra said, “I should have told you that spelled items can inhibit natural Sensitivities, like being able to see the weaknesses in the reaver’s shield.I knew that.But I said nothing because I thought Bergman would make some snide remark about magic.And because of my omission you.you could have died.” Tears sprang into her eyes.“And I should never have let my fears turn me into such an asshole.I.don’t want to cut our ties completely.You’re so damn interesting.” Plus, I was one of the only friends he had left.But being a guy, he wasn’t going to go there.“I just, it got so intense.But I’m sorry I let you down.” He looked at Cassandra and she nodded.“We both are.”It’s so true that the people most likely to kill you are those closest to you.I crossed my arms over my chest so I wouldn’t be tempted to shake them or maybe bang their heads together.I nearly told them if they wanted to hang out with me they’d better start acting like grown-ups instead of a couple of two-year-olds fighting over the good toys at the day care center.But then my arms started to ache.So did my hands and legs for that matter.I remembered Cassandra’s face when she took me to the hospital, and Bergman’s expression when they found me standing in the bay with the gun he’d built for me pressed against my temple.I took a deep breath.“I know this mission wasn’t easy for either one of you.You’re both so great at what you do.I mean, you have that passion that is really integral to being exceptional, and so of course you’re going to clash.And yet here you are, doing the hardest part of the work and making a damn good team.” I shrugged.“I forgive you.”Cassandra clapped her hands once, hard, the way she does when she’s delighted.And Bergman’s eyes shone so bright he had to take off his glasses to keep from blinding himself.They gave each other high fives, which Bergman found painful from the way he rubbed his hand down his thigh afterward, and trooped back into the RV.Within seconds Bergman came back outside with our safe phone.“It’s for you,” he said, handing the cell to Vayl.“Yes?” Vayl listened for maybe twenty seconds, his eyes darkening as the news filtered through his emotions.“Of course we want this.We will be there in twenty minutes.” He snapped the phone shut.“You had better get changed.”“Yeah?”“That was Pete.He said they found the men’s clothing shop you mentioned.The one that had served both Shunyuan Fa and Desmond Yale?”“Frierman’s? In Reno?”He nodded.“After about an hour of rather intense interrogation the tailor admitted that Edward Samos has many of his meetings in his shop and that one is scheduled for tonight.Pete has chartered us a plane.We have”—he checked his watch—“eighteen minutes to make it to the airport.”I went for the door.“Jasmine?”I turned back.“Remember to load your gun.”CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTI slept on the plane.The best kind.The healing kind.Deep.Without dreams.Definitely without sleepwalking.Where, when you wake up, you don’t even care if you snored.Pete had a car waiting for us, one driven by a bright-eyed young pup wearing a black knit hat and matching jogging suit.He offered us both coffee, opened the doors for us, and kept quiet while he sped us through the neon-lit streets of Reno.We parked on the street.Frierman’s was small, but it still managed a luxurious feel.I attributed it mostly to the black tuxedos hanging in the windows, backed by red velvet curtains and lit by sparkling chandeliers.“You’re cleared to go in,” the driver volunteered, holding up the paperwork so we could see.I could’ve said, “Sweetie, my boss would never go to the expense of flying us anywhere if he wasn’t sure we could make it through the door once we landed.” Instead I nodded and followed Vayl out of the car.The driver went around back, ostensibly to block the exit should anybody at the meeting decide to make a break for it.But as soon as we stepped into the alcove created by the recessed doorway I had a feeling running wouldn’t be a problem.“I don’t sense any vampires in the vicinity besides you,” I whispered to Vayl as I worked the lock.It didn’t stop me long.I wore a necklace, compliments of Bergman, whose shark-tooth centerpiece could mold itself into any key, given a couple of seconds [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]