“True. But you will not choose death, huntress, and we both know it. Therefore, your guardian will remain and he will be tested.”
And things would attack. Undoubtedly nasty things. While I had no doubt Azriel would cope, that didn’t make me feel any better. I rubbed my forehead wearily, then said, “How do I know you won’t explode the place when I win?”
“You don’t,” he said. “That’s all part of the game.”
Some fucking game. “What address do I have to go to?”
“Ah, so eager to begin. The address will be sent to you, huntress. And do not bother to trace the phone, because it will not be anywhere near my person by the time you find it.”
“Fine. See you shortly, then.”
“I look forward to it.”
He hung up. I did the same, then threw the phone at the nearest wall. It hit with a satisfying thud, then clattered to the floor. It didn’t make me feel any better.
“That,” Azriel said calmly, “probably wasn’t wise given that you need the phone to receive the address.”
“I know. But I doubt I did any real damage—the cover is thick enough to protect it.”
As if to prove my point, the damn phone rang. This time I didn’t recognize the tone, so it wasn’t a call from anyone in my contacts list.
I climbed to my feet and walked over to retrieve the stupid thing. “Risa Jones.”
“Risa, it’s Jack from the Directorate,” he said, voice brusque. “I’m afraid there’s been a—”
“I know,” I interrupted. “I just got a call from our favorite psycho.”
“Rhoan’s still alive?”
“For now. I’m just waiting for his location to be sent to me.”
“Good.” There was relief in his gravelly tones. “We need to get you here—”
“No,” I interrupted again. “He wants a showdown on the astral plane—just him and me. And if you or anyone else gets involved, he’s going to blow our bodies to kingdom come.”
“He won’t even fucking see us coming, let alone get the chance to blow you both up.”
“Bright is an IT specialist. They’ll be watching from a distance, and they’ll detonate the same way.”
Jack was silent for a moment, then said, “Fine. We’ll play it his way, at least for the moment. The minute you get a location, you contact me. We’ll start scanning the area for rogue frequencies and start blocking. Once we have the place locked down, we can storm his location and kill the bastard.” He paused. “You’ll be all right until then, won’t you?”
“Yes.” I had to be. There was ne. He o other choice except death, and I wasn’t going there willingly. “But I very much doubt Taylor is going to be in the same location as me and Rhoan. He’s not that stupid.”
“Oh, I know that. But I doubt he’ll be far away from either the location or his lieutenant. He’d want the pleasure of watching Rhoan burn after the fight he undoubtedly thinks he’ll win.”
And Taylor wasn’t the only one who thought that the odds were on his side. As another bout of foreboding shivered down my spine, the phone indicated an incoming text. “Hang on, Jack—I think he just contacted me.”
I switched screens. It was the address from Taylor. “Okay,” I said, switching back to Jack. “His address is Twenty Keeshan Court, Altona.”
“We’ll begin the scanning process immediately. Take your time getting there, because the more time we have, the better it will be for you.” He paused, then added, “And be careful.”
“I will be.” Whether it would be enough was another matter entirely. “What about Aunt Riley? Shouldn’t she be involved? Or at least informed?”
“Riley contacted me a few minutes ago. I’ve told her the situation is in hand.”
I snorted softly. “I can imagine what she said to that.”
“Yeah, she may be older, but she certainly hasn’t mellowed.” His tone was wry. “Avoid contact with her. I can’t stop her from searching for her brother, but we need to get this done before she finds him. There’s already been enough people hurt today. I do not want her on the list as well.”
God, I hadn’t even given a thought to the men and women who would have been with Rhoan in that house. “I hope there weren’t any deaths.”
“Two, I’m afraid. We didn’t get them to the hospital in time. It’s only thanks to the comlinks that we knew they were in trouble.”
The comlinks were small disks inserted into the earlobes of all guardians, and they worked in a similar fashion to the earrings I wore—only the comlinks had a “panic” button that sent out a distress signal when things went bad. “Have an ambulance waiting nearby. If I can get Rhoan out before I step onto the astral plane, I will.”
“Do not jeopardize your life to save his,” Jack warned. “Rhoan would not appreciate it.”
No, he wouldn’t, even though he’d do exactly the same for me. I hung up, only to have the phone ring yet again. I glanced at it, but the number was blocked. Trepidation surged anew, but I hit the ANSWER button and said, “Hello?”
“Risa, it’s Markel. I overheard your conversation with Taylor from the astral field and have returned to flesh. I will be able to meet you at the location Taylor gave you.”
“You’ve cleared it with Hunter?”
“Yes. Neither she nor the council currently has any desire to lose your services, so I am to do whatever needs to be done.”
Considering he was a Cazador and could basically do anything he liked em>e donto get the job done, that was a pretty chilling statement. “The only thing I need you to do is to get Rhoan out of there.”
“I’m sure that is not what Hunter—”
“In this case, I don’t care what Hunter wants.”
He hesitated, then said, in a distinctly cooler voice, “If that is your wish.”
“It is.”
“I shall be there in fifteen minutes.”
“See you then.”
I hung up a second time, then met Azriel’s steady gaze. “I have a really bad feeling about all this.”
He half raised a hand, but let it drop before he ever touched me. And at that particular moment, I almost hated him. I certainly hated the reasons he was distancing himself almost as much as I hated the madman I’d soon have to face. Right now, I didn’t want distance and I certainly didn’t care that those reasons made perfect sense. I just wanted the comfort of his arms wrapped around me, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the tease of his lips against my ear as he whispered everything was going to be all right.
Even if we both knew it was a lie.
Something flicked in his eyes, but he didn’t move or otherwise react. “You are not unprotected on the plane, Risa. You have Amaya, and she will do all she can to keep you safe. As I will.”
“I know. It’s just that—” I hesitated, and rubbed my arms. “He’s not sane, Azriel. He’ll do the unexpected.”
“Undoubtedly.” He hesitated, and a flash of frustration ran across his otherwise impassive expression. “I wish I could do more, Risa. I really do.”
My gaze searched his for a moment, and I suddenly realized he wasn’t talking about fighting, but rather the desire to comfort me as I longed to be comforted. I clenched my fists against the increasingly familiar urge to rant and scream in the face of the unfairness of it all. There was no point in saying anything, let alone ranting. We’d hashed this all out a hundred times and there was nothing more to be said unless he changed his mind. And I couldn’t see that happening anytime soon.
“You’d better remain invisible until we get the lay of the house,” I said, somehow keeping my voice even. “I don’t want Taylor setting off a damn bomb because he spots you.”
“He will not.”
I thrust a somewhat shaky hand through my hair, then said, “I guess I’d better take the car. I don’t think it would be wise to let Taylor know I’m something more than a werewolf.”
“I agree,” Azriel said. “And him not knowing might also give you the advantage—especially if you travel near the umbra.”
