"I don't need to charm him," Brigid said, hand still on the young man's crotch. He closed his eyes and began rocking. "He stays because he wants to stay."
Cassandra thrust the young man toward Ronald. "Get him out of here."
Brigid grabbed Cassandra's arm. When Cassandra glared at her, she dropped it and stepped away, lips drawn back. She saw me and her eyes glimmered. I tensed, binding spell at the ready.
"You bring your human along and I can't bring mine?" Brigid said, eyes fixed on mine.
"She's not human, which you'll discover if you continue what you're doing."
Brigid's blue eyes gleamed brighter. Charming me, or trying to. The power rarely worked on other supernaturals, but to be sure, I took the opportunity to field-test yet another of my new spells: an anticharm incantation. Brigid yelped.
"Stings, doesn't it?" Cassandra said. "Leave the girl alone or she'll move onto something even less comfortable."
Brigid turned to Cassandra. "What do you want, bitch?"
Cassandra smiled. "Undisguised hate. We're making progress. I want John."
"He's not here."
"That's not what your bouncer said."
Brigid flipped her hair off her shoulder. "Well, he's wrong. Hans isn't here."
Cassandra turned on Ronald, who backed up against the wall.
"He was in the back room, with Brigid and the boy," Ronald said.
"Let me guess," Cassandra said to Brigid. "He told you to come out here and create a diversion while he slipped out the back door. Come on then, Paige. Time to hunt a coward."
Never Underestimate the Power of Vampire Ego
THE BACK DOOR OF THE RAMPART OPENED INTO AN ALLEY.
"What about Ronald and Brigid?" I said, hovering in the doorway. "They might know something, and the moment we're out of sight, they're going to bolt, too. Two birds in the hand are definitely worth more than one in the bush."
Cassandra shook her head, gaze traveling along the alley. "They'd never betray John. Without him, they wouldn't survive." She turned left. "This way."
"You picked up his trail?"
"No, but I'd go this way."
We looped behind a body shop and came out into a warren of dilapidated row houses that looked as if they'd been boarded up since I was in grade school. At the end of the lane, Cassandra stopped and studied the houses. A bottle clinked. I jumped.
"If you hear someone, it's not him," she said.
"Someone else is out here?"
"Lots of someones, Paige. Abandoned doesn't mean empty."
As if to underscore this, a woman's laugh floated down the street. A bottle sailed from a second-story window and smashed on the road, adding to a puddle of broken glass.
Cassandra walked to the far sidewalk and traversed the row of houses, with me at her heels. I felt silly tagging along after her and, worse yet, useless, but there was nothing else I could do. My sensing spell wouldn't work for finding a vampire, and if he wasn't going to give himself away by making noise, there was no use searching on my own.
Two houses from the end, Cassandra peered up at the building. She grabbed the rusted railing and started climbing the steps to the front door. Halfway up, she stopped. She looked at the door, tilted her head, then wheeled. I ducked out of her way, but she stayed on the step and gazed out into the street. After a moment, she turned back to the house, studied it, then shook her head and marched down. At the road, she passed the last house with only the briefest glance and crossed the road. I jogged after her.
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked.
"Yes. Stay out of my way."