eyed sorcerer.
Whatever worked.
Ironic, I guess, that I was heading back to the House of a green-eyed vampire, although definitely not—to his chagrin—his waiting arms.
I was nearly back in that vampire’s territory when my phone rang again.
“Merit,” I answered.
“Something’s going on tonight,” Jonah said.
“A rave?”
“Might start out that way. But if these things really are as violent as you’re hearing . . .”
He didn’t need to finish the sentence, unfortunately. The implication was obvious—and bad.
“How did you find out?”
“Text message. A flashmob, just like the others.”
“And this time we got in early enough?” I wondered aloud.
“This time we got lucky and found the phone,” Jonah said. “Someone left it at Benson’s.”
“Benson’s, as in across-the-street-from-Wrigley-Field Benson’s?”
“Yeah. That’s the Grey House bar.”
One of the many bars around the stadium that had installed bleachers on its roof, Benson’s was, in my opinion, the best spot in town to get a view of Wrigley Field without a ticket.
“Kudos on that one,” I said. “I’ve spent many a fine evening in Benson’s.”
“And so you were in the company of vampires before you were even aware of them,” he said.
“How ironic.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. He might be pretentious, but Jonah apparently had a sense of humor, as well.
“Anyway, I had the phone in my office, and we didn’t think much of it until we got the text.
Same format, same message as the others.”
“Is the phone useful? Can we trace the number or something?”
“The phone was a disposable, and it hadn’t been in use long. The outgoing calls were all to businesses that don’t keep track of customer calls. The only incoming was the text. We called that number back, and it’s already been disconnected. We haven’t been able to find any other information.”
Ah, but they didn’t have a Jeff Christopher.
“Can you give me the number? I’ve got a friend with some computer skills. Wouldn’t hurt to have him look at it.”
Jonah read me the digits; I grabbed an envelope and a pen from the glove box and wrote it down, making a mental note to send it to Jeff later.
“So where’s the rave?”
“A penthouse in Streeterville.”
Streeterville was the part of downtown Chicago that stretched from Michigan Avenue to the lake. Lots of skyscrapers, lots of money, and lots of tourists.
“I am not crazy about the idea of raving vampires in Streeterville.”
“Although that would make a good horror-flick title. ‘Vampires in Streeterville,’ I mean.”
A second joke in a matter of minutes. “I’m glad to know you have a sense of humor.”
“I’m a vampire, not a zombie.”
“Good to know.”
“If you’re in, meet me at the water tower. Two o’clock.”
I checked the dashboard clock—it was barely past midnight, which gave me just enough time to get back to the House, change clothes, and head out again. “I’ll be there,” I assured him.
“Weapon-wise, what should I bring? Sword or hidden dagger?”
“I’m surprised at you, Sentinel. Vampires generally don’t use hidden blades.”
He was right. Hidden blades were considered a dishonorable way to fight. I heard the question in his voice:
Admittedly, carrying a hidden blade didn’t pass the smell test I’d just told Mallory to use, but what could I do?
“The hidden-blade taboo was made before Celina got a wild hair and decided to out us to the world. I can fight without steel if necessary, but I’d prefer to have backup.” I think I’d proven that point pretty well last night. And to think—only a few months ago, I’d been a graduate student in English lit. Go figure.
“Well put.”
A thought occurred to me. “I can’t tell Ethan I’m visiting a rave alone, and I certainly can’t tell him I’m going with you if you want to keep your RG membership a secret.”
“Maybe you should substitute Noah in the version you tell Ethan.”
Since Noah was the de facto leader of Chicago’s Rogue vampires, that made sense. Of course, I’d still have to lie to Ethan. I wasn’t crazy about that idea, but it wasn’t fair to rely on Jonah and his intel and then out his RG membership.
“Probably a good idea,” I concluded.
“I’ll give Noah a call and fill him in,” Jonah said. “I’ll see you tonight. Call me if you need anything.”
I said my temporary goodbyes, sincerely hoping I could make it through the next few hours before meeting Jonah without having to call him for help.
Of course, even if I wasn’t calling a vampire for help, I still had to ask a vampire for permission.
The food truck was gone when I returned to the House, and the humans looked tired again.
Ethan probably hadn’t counted on the truck’s second benefit—the post-hot-beef food coma.
I walked past the protesters with a friendly smile and wave, then trotted into the House and headed for Ethan’s first-floor office. I found the door open, the office abuzz with activity.
Helen, the House liaison for newbie vamps, stood in the middle of the room, pink binder in hand, directing the flow of sleek new furniture into Ethan’s office. The room had been mostly emptied after the attack, the bulk of his furniture reduced to matchsticks. But that was being remedied by the men and women—presumably vampires, given Tate’s human-free-House policy—who were carrying in pieces of a gigantic new conference table.
Another vampire I didn’t recognize flitted around, offering suggestions to the movers about furniture placement. Since she wore a nubby pink suit that exactly matched Helen’s, I assumed she was Helen’s assistant.
Ethan sat behind a new desk, his chair pushed back, one ankle crossed over one knee, his gaze on Helen. He watched the two of them work with a mix of amusement and irritation in his expression.
I walked over and noticed the spread of glossy paper on his desk—home-decor catalogs, catering menus, lighting plans. “What’s going on?”
“We’re preparing.”
Hands behind my back, I glanced down at one of the catering menus. “For senior prom? Let me guess—‘A Night Under the Stars’ is your theme.”
Ethan glanced up at me, a line between his eyes. “For the imminent arrival of Darius West.”
That floored me. Darius West was the head of the Greenwich Presidium. Since the GP was headquartered near London, I couldn’t imagine Darius’s arrival in Chicago portended anything good.
That took care of convincing Ethan not to join me and Jonah at the rave tonight. Darius gave me a perfect excuse to keep Jonah in the closet.
But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t take the opportunity to tweak Ethan. “Yet another surprise visit to Cadogan House?”
He kept his voice low. ”As we’ve discussed, Lacey’s visit wasn’t a surprise, although it was somewhat accelerated.” He looked up at me.
“And as we’ve also discussed, you’re the only one I’m interested in.”
I wasn’t up for this conversation in an empty room, much less a room full of vampires, so I changed the
