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"Of course you are. So you came all this way--?"
"I am not dead."
Jaime slanted me an eye-roll. "Sure, whatever. Now--"
The hall door opened. Lucas walked through, then stopped. He looked at Cassandra, then down at his tray of breakfast for three.
"Don't worry," Jaime said. "She doesn't eat. Well, she does, but even you aren't that hospitable."
"Ah, Cassandra, I presume," he said, laying the tray on the dinette table.
"Cassandra, this is Lucas Cortez," I said. "Lucas, Cassandra DuCharme."
Cassandra's gaze skimmed over Lucas, assessing and dismissing him in a millisecond. Anger darted through me, not so much at the insult as at the coolly confident way she did it, with a look that said, if she had wanted him, she could have him. Now I knew how Elena felt.
"Cassandra's just leaving," I said. "Seems she took a wrong turn on her way somewhere else."
"I'm not leaving until I get an explanation."
"First, we don't owe you an explanation. Second, if I thought you'd leave once we gave it, I'd tell you in a heartbeat. We're very busy, and as much as I appreciate your interest--"
"You said my name came up in reference to this case. I want to know who, how, and why."
"Don't know, don't know, and don't know," Jaime said. "It didn't tell us."
"It?"
"The spook."
Cassandra crossed her arms. "Spook?"
"Ghost," I said. "Or maybe not--we haven't determined that yet. A spiritual entity of some kind has been pestering Jaime and it has something to do with you. That's all we know."
"Me? Why on earth would a ghost want to communicate with me?"
"Maybe because you put him there," Jaime said. "Dinner coming back to haunt you. Literally."
Before Cassandra could answer, our room phone rang.
"Jesus," Jaime muttered. "Grand Central Station."
Lucas picked up the extension from the side table. He announced himself, then waited. His gaze flicked to me, a slight frown on his lips.
"Yes, of course, perhaps we--" He paused. "Oh, well, certainly then. Come up." Lucas hung up and turned to me. "That was Sean Nast."
"Savannah's--Kristof's son?"
"Yes, he has something to tell us, about the case. He was phoning from the lobby."
"You want me to skedaddle?" Jaime said.
"No need. He knows from the trial that you've been working with us. But perhaps..."
He looked at Cassandra.
"I'm not going anywhere until I get some answers," she said.
"Yes, I understand, but given the animosity between the Cabals and vampires--"
