All the players are here, but they don’t show their colors, not yet. Night Watchmen blend in with the shadows, their shrouded features in contrast to their intricate pendants. Michael is probably among them. I try not to worry.
With the Night Watchmen are Anita and her crew of loyal Lessers. They are dressed as Night Watchmen so no one is mistaken as the enemy.
I see a car pull up, black and familiar. It’s the car that used to drive me to the Agency to give my reports.
Jeff gets out. He’s traded in his normal suit and tie for something much more tactical: his old military outfit, complete with neck guard and stakes. I’ve never seen him wear it, but it looks completely natural, as though it were always just under his suit, just over his skin.
He looks around, and everyone moves to their positions. It’s like watching a beautiful ballet that no one else can see. He then slams the car door shut as loud as possible, his signal for all hell to break loose.
I’ve had a lot of intense moments in my life: facing down Valentine, riding in a carriage with Sin to destinations unknown, waiting for my friends to rescue me from Eris. All of them I’ll remember forever, and the emotions that they brought. This moment will definitely join the others on the top shelf of my memories.
I clasp Victor’s hand the entire time. Doors are kicked in, windows broken, human and vampire screams echoing through the house and outside into the neighborhood, where lights are quickly turned on, neighbors exiting their front doors before rapidly retreating back inside. Every time a shriek fills the air, I squeeze Victor’s hand tighter, unsure whether it’s coming from the mouth of a friend or foe.
The takedown lasts only a few minutes, and I recheck my watch to make sure I got it right. It seems like a time warp, every second stretching into minutes, weighed down by all the lives at risk, not just inside the house but inside this entire city, maybe every city that stares up at the night sky and is afraid.
But eventually, Jeff and Anita walk out the door, Roland Hursch between them in handcuffs. And following them are the Night Watchmen and the Lessers, stakes in hand. I study them carefully, grateful when I recognize a familiar stride. Michael is okay.
Then my attention is riveted by the screeches of a girl who is very, very pissed off. A Night Watchman appears holding Hursch’s squirming daughter.
“Let me go!” Lila shouts.
Lila and I have never been close. After I became the delegate, she went out of her way to make my life miserable at school: painting my locker red, starting rumors that I was sleeping with vampires, making me out to be the enemy. Ironic that her father was the true enemy.
I don’t know if she was in on Daddy’s little secret; it’s hard to imagine she wasn’t.
“Do you know who I am?” she cries.
But the Night Watchman doesn’t speak, simply moves her toward another waiting car and throws her into the back with a little excessive force. Lila scrambles to the door, but it shuts in her face. And I can’t help but notice that the Night Watchman who put Lila in her place is wearing red, six-inch heels.
But as much as I’d love to watch Lila be taken off to the Agency, something amazing catches my eye. The unthinkable, and the thing I’d always hoped for, the thing my parents dreamed of: the vampires and humans begin shaking hands, begin laughing, begin patting each other’s backs. A job well done.
And it was.
I get the mission report from Jeff: twenty-four Day Walkers slain. On our side: four killed.
“Vampire or human?” I ask.
“What does it matter?” Jeff responds. He’s right, what does it matter? They fought together, they wielded stakes against the enemy just the same, they protected one another. What does it matter whether they bore fangs or not?
“Go get some rest,” Jeff says. “Tomorrow night, we tell everyone, and they better be prepared.”
I don’t take Jeff’s advice. I’m too excited to rest, not to mention there’s a party. It feels weird rejoicing, as we’re celebrating a victory hard won, but we’re also celebrating the end to the attacks on Denver.
The party takes place in a safe house for Night Watchmen—an old, abandoned apartment building. At least, that’s what it looks like from the outside. But inside, things take a strange turn once we find the right door on the fifth floor. Labeled 504, it opens with a secret knock, and inside I can see the renovation work that’s been done.
All the adjacent apartments are connected, the walls between them knocked down long ago, creating a continuous ten-bedroom, ten-kitchen, ten-bathroom apartment. Much of the space has been refurbished, designed for storage of equipment and giant maps of the city, where the Night Watchmen can plan their surgical strikes. And of course all the windows are boarded up tight, all the doors except for one nailed shut and renailed again.
“You guys made it,” says a Night Watchman, shrouded in his black balaclava. He waves us in and shuts the door behind us.
“Great job tonight,” Victor says immediately, shaking the man’s hand.
“It couldn’t have been done without that intelligence,” the Watchman admits.
I stare at the two hands in a firm grip. I see so much possibility within that bond. Does anyone else? Is this just a party or the beginning of something, a Greater World Order that counters Sin’s perverse dreams?
In the mega-apartment are about thirty people, half Watchmen, half vampires. The Watchmen are in their customary outfits, their identities forever concealed, even from their friends and allies. But their masks are lifted partway up so that they can sip cold beers. The Lessers are dressed in black jeans and T-shirts, but their faces are uncovered. They talk with the Night Watchmen, both groups perfectly intermingling. I get goose bumps watching them laughing and raising glasses, giving cheers.
“Dawn, over here.”
I look at the corner of the room and see a Night Watchman, mask entirely covering his face, leaning against the wall. Even if I didn’t recognize Michael’s voice and stance, I’d know it was him because of the person standing beside him.
“Tegan!”
She grins. “Surprise.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
She holds up her hands. “Don’t worry. I don’t know where
“Figured you’d want to see her,” he says, giving me a very quick hug that seems to solidify what we are now. Friends. He then shakes Victor’s hand. “Thanks for the intelligence tonight. This was a real big grab for us.”
“You’re very welcome,” Victor says. “Though I had little to do with it. Dawn was the one who broke Eris.”
“Really?”
“Surprised?” I ask.
“No,” Michael says, and I see the corners of his mask move as he smiles. “I’m not surprised at all.”
The room begins to grow quiet. The vampires have realized who is in their midst—their lord. They move silently toward him, surround him, giving a clear message that they will protect him at any cost.
The group is divided again. The vampires in the center, the Night Watchmen around its edge. The camaraderie I witnessed at Hursch’s was just an illusion, a moment of victory that wasn’t as grand as I thought.
“I appreciate the loyalty, but I don’t need protection here, Anita,” Victor says. “As a matter of fact—”
He moves beyond the circle, then turns and holds his hand out to me. I place mine in it and step up to stand beside him.
“Night Watchmen,” he begins, “you hide your faces, you keep your identities secret because you fear retaliation from vampires. But Dawn Montgomery has always dreamed of a world where vampires and humans live together. Tonight is the start.
“Just as I don’t need protection from you, so you no longer need protection from us. Remove your masks, walk proudly among your citizens, let them see who guards their back, who watches over them. I am not my father. I will not hunt you for protecting the precious citizens of Denver from any who would hurt them. Those who
