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"Is anyone else here?" I said.
"N-no. Chrissy left. She thought I got away."
We helped Roni out. Knives were apparently the witch-hunters' weapon of choice when they chose something less discreet than a needle or noose. Roni had been stabbed several times. We offered to drop her off at a hospital, but she freaked out, saying her family would know if she used her health insurance. I said I'd pay. She wouldn't listen. We were her shield against her enemies, and now that she had us, she was holding on with both hands, even if it killed her.
So Adam got us a room and we snuck Roni up there. I retrieved our bags from the car. We still had bandages and a kit from fixing me up earlier. Though Roni's cuts were deep, the bleeding eventually stopped and she didn't seem to be in imminent danger of death. That was all she cared about.
I called Paige and told her about Roni, which meant telling her the whole sordid tale of my battle with the witch-hunters. She was furious, of course. She blasted Adam for not telling her. Lucas would be next in line. I was happy to lie and say he hadn't known, but he'd tell her anyway. So I kept my mouth shut and let her give me royal hell, knowing I deserved it.
When she was done, she told me how to take care of Roni, which started with a call to housekeeping for a mini sewing kit. Yep, I had to sew Roni up. We dosed her with booze from the bar fridge, but I don't think she was accustomed to alcohol, and it only made things worse. On seeing the needle piercing her skin, she puked, which set a cut on her torso bleeding again, and, well, it was fun.
When I called Paige back after that ordeal, she said they'd send someone to take Roni to a safe house. Roni didn't hear any of that conversation. She was passed-out drunk, which I figured was the best thing for her.
Adam and I ordered room service and ran some leads on our laptops, but the vibe wasn't the same. No tossing our findings back and forth as we searched. No teasing and joking. No fighting over the last piece of pizza. Adam just let me have it. He'd agreed to stay, but wasn't happy about it. I needed to get my ass to Miami or we were in serious trouble.
Roni roused shortly after that. I ordered some food for her, but she only picked at it. She was dozing again when Jaime called.
At the sound of voices in the background, I said, "You're with Hope?"
"And Elena. We're going for cocktails. Well, two of us are. One is on a strict diet of mock-tails. Karl's with us, too, but he's promised to follow at twenty paces and sit on the other side of the bar."
"Uh-huh. And I didn't think he could get any more protective."
Overhearing, Hope said, "Neither did I," and Jaime laughed.
"He's setting new records," Jaime said. "We wouldn't be going out at all if Hope hadn't threatened to help Elena tie him to a chair."
I asked her about Leah's escape.
"Yes, we're sure she had help," Jaime said. "Your mom was investigating, but your, um, magical situation has taken precedence."
"The two might not be unconnected." I told her what Schmidt said about Leah being released to woo me for some unknown purpose.
"Damn. Okay. I'll find a dark corner at the bar and see if I can contact your mom."
I asked to speak to Hope and told her about Kimerion's request. I assured her that we weren't pressing her to agree. She did anyway. Which slung a fresh helping of guilt on my plate.
Hope sounded exhausted. Part of that was the pregnancy, but the visions were obviously sapping whatever strength she had left. However tough Hope tries to be, there's a fragility to her even under the best circumstances.
Like most lord demons, Lucifer doesn't sire many offspring. His come with short life spans. The chaos hunger drives them to madness or suicide.
Although Hope was only Adam's age, she was already older than any recorded Expisco. No one's ever told her that, but she suspects it. She's a chaos addict fighting a battle that keeps getting harder as her powers grow. It's a constant reminder to me of how lucky I am to be a spellcaster. The only curse of my powers is the temptation to misuse them.
But however frail Hope was, she'd never refuse any chance to help out. I suppose it helps balance the uglier parts of that chaos hunger. That didn't keep me from feeling like shit, though, and wishing I could retract the request, tell Adam I'd take my lumps with Kimerion for breaking the promise to ask her. I even tried to backtrack, and dissuade her. To no avail. If we could use Kimerion's help, she was damned well going to speak to him.
Now the problem would be telling Karl. I knew he'd tear a strip out of me. With Karl, that might be a literal strip. He's always thought I'm an irresponsible and reckless brat, and deep down, I'm not sure he's wrong. Right now, I was pretty sure he wasn't.
"I wrote that article about Jaime's show," Hope said before passing me back to Jaime. "I'm not sure how much good it'll do now. Might actually cause us some trouble--supernaturals who know I work for the council, thinking we're trying to silence these activists. I called my editor and tried to stop it, but it went to press last night."
When I hung up, I told Adam about the article.
"I'm going to run down to the gift shop and see if they carry True News," I said. "Can I get you anything?"
"I'm good."
"You want to come along? It's just downstairs."
"Someone should watch her."
