only meet once, and those who disobey that rule die a gruesome death.” The vampire waved his front limbs, fingers spread. “Woo-ooo. Frightening.”
“Do you have a point?”
“Those bearded, horn-helmeted bandits are conning you, Kate.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“There’s no need to feel bad about this. You’re a capable fighter, proficient with a blade, and you have intelligence and tenacity, but you don’t work with the undead. You have very little familiarity with the basic principles of necromancy, beyond its most practical applications. You lack the tools to recognize the hoax.”
The urge to grab the mind of the nearest vampire and use it to beat Ghastek’s vamp to a bloody pulp was overwhelming. Perhaps that was why Voron had insisted on steering me away from necromancy. He’d known there would be times that the temptation to show off would be too much.
“No worries. It’s a forgivable mistake,” Ghastek said. “However, it’ll cost us a day and the use of five vampires.”
“Humor me.”
“Oh, I intend to. I’ve had a stressful day and breaking this farce open will prove a wonderful way to vent the pressure.”
The vampire sauntered off.
“He doesn’t like to be wrong,” Tracy’s vamp said. I caught a hint of humor in her voice.
I couldn’t care less if he liked it. As long as his vampires stood between me and the draugr, it would buy me a couple of extra seconds to get away.
The old road led deeper and deeper into the forest. The trees grew taller and thicker, their long limbs thrusting at each other, as if trying to push their neighbors out of the way. Mist swirled between the trunks, first an ethereal haze shimmering along the ground, then a thicker blue fog that hugged the road, lying in wait. It swallowed the sounds: the hoofbeats of the horses, the creaking of the cart, and the occasional sigh from the deer in the back. All seemed muted.
Ahead a stone arch rose above the path, gray slabs of rocks tinted with moss. I halted The Dude. The cart rocked to a stop.
“There’s a path leading north just past the arch. We go on foot from here.” I hopped off the cart. “I need one of you to carry the deer.”
A purple bloodsucker crawled up on the cart. Sickle claws sliced at the rope securing the animal, and the vampire pulled the deer off and slung it over its shoulder.
“Which way will you be coming on the way back?” Curran asked.
“The glade is northeast from here.” I pointed to a tall oak to the left.
Curran pulled me close.
Ghastek’s vampire rolled his eyes.
“Remember the plan?” Curran said in my ear.
“Get in, get the information, and run like hell out of there.”
“See you in a few hours.”
I brushed his lips with mine. “See you.”
I grabbed my backpack and headed up the path.
The mist grew thicker. Moisture hung in the air, tinted with the odor of rotting vegetation and fresh soil. Somewhere in the distance a bird screamed. No movement troubled the still woods. No squirrels chattered in the canopy, no small game scurried away at our approach. Nothing stirred except for the vampires gliding alongside the path, their emaciated shapes flashing between the trees.
The path veered right and opened into a small glade. Tall pines framed it, the enormous dark trunks scratching at the sky. A carpet of dark pines needles sheathed the ground. Here and there rocks thrust from the forest floor.
“Put the deer right there.” I pointed to the center of the glade. The vampire unloaded the deer and hopped aside.
“I suppose we wait until the magic returns?” Ghastek inquired.
“You got it.” I sat on a fallen pine.
The vampire’s shoulders rose up and down. Ghastek must’ve sighed. “I suppose we might as well treat this seriously.” The vampire raised his left forelimb. A long yellow claw pointed at a tall birch on the left. “Observation Post there.” A claw moved to the right to a pine on the other side of the glade. “Another OP there. Give me a perimeter assessment.”
Two purple vampires scattered, took a running start, and scrambled up the indicated trees. The third dashed into the bushes. Only Ghastek and Tracy remained. His vampire sat on my right, her vampire sat on my left. Peachy.
A minute passed. Another.
Ghastek’s vamp lay down. “If half of the things said about draugar were true, it would revolutionize necromantic science. According to legend, they’re the spirits of warriors who rise from the grave to guard their buried possessions. They see the future, they control the elements, they shapeshift into animals. They turn into smoke and become giants.”
“Not at the same time,” I told him.
“What?”
“You said they turn into smoke and become giants. Not at the same time. They’re solid in giant form.”
“You’re still clinging to this fallacy?”
I leaned forward. “What would you have done if you had found a draugr in Norway, Ghastek?”
“I’d have tried to apprehend it, of course.”
“Suppose you live in a small village in Norway and you know a draugr is nearby. You bring him live game once in a while and you hope to God he leaves you the hell alone. Now some geeky hotshot foreigner shows up on your doorstep and explains to you how he’s going to go annoy this terrible creature for the sake of ‘necromantic science.’ You try to explain to him that it’s not a good idea, but he treats you as if you’re an idiot child.”
“I never treat people like infantile idiots,” Ghastek said.
I looked at him.
Tracy cleared her throat carefully.
“Go on,” he said.
“Would you take this foreigner to this undead monster and risk pissing it off, or would you steer him as far away from the draugr as possible and hope he’ll go away eventually?”
“That’s a sound theory, with one exception. I’m not that gullible.”
Fine. “Bet me.”
The vampire stared at me. “I’m sorry?”
“Bet me. If the draugr is a hoax, I’ll owe you a favor.”
“And if he’s real?”
“Then you will bring me a quart of vampire blood.”
“And why would you need vampire blood, Kate?”
Because I needed it to experiment with making armor out of it, that’s why. “I want to calibrate the lot of new m-scanners the Pack bought.” He didn’t need to know I was practicing to see how much of Roland’s talent had passed to me.
A hint of suspicion slid into Ghastek’s voice. “And you need a quart of blood for that?”
“Yep.”
The bloodsucker became utterly still as Ghastek mulled it over.
“If I win this silly game, you will tell me why Rowena came to see you after the Keepers affair.”
Sucker. “Deal.”
“Excellent.” He put emphasis on the “x” and the word came out slightly sibilant.
“You need a fluffy white cat. That way you can stroke it when you say things like that.”
Tracy’s vamp made a small noise that might have been a clearing of a throat or a choked-up laugh.
A purple vampire popped out of the bushes, dragging something behind it. The bloodsucker strained, tight
