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“When?”
“A few minutes ago. I—”
“On the phone?”
“No, we—”
“How, then?”
“Would you let me finish a sentence?” Caleb said angrily. “When you didn’t show up with the girl, Jonas assumed you hadn’t been able to get her out of the suite. He sent us to assist, but that damned vampire wouldn’t tell us—”
“You went by the hotel?”
“Yes—”
“And then you came here?”
“Shit,” Rico said, and grabbed my arm.
And the next thing I knew, I was in the SUV.
It was almost like shifting—I didn’t remember moving, the car door opening or sitting down, but there I was anyway. I blinked at Rico, who was in the driver’s seat in front of me, for about a second. Until he was snatched out of the still-open door and sent flying.
“Lasso spell,” Fred said, as his buddy slammed into the open top of a Dumpster, halfway across the lot. “I hate those things.”
I peered into the front, to find the little vamp ensconced in the passenger’s seat. “When did you get in?”
“A minute ago. I figured we’d be leaving soon.”
“I didn’t notice.”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “I get that a lot, too.”
“I wish I had that problem,” I muttered, watching Pritkin and Caleb yelling at each other outside, while a trashcovered Rico crossed the lot in a blur. A second later his assailant went flying into the side of a truck. And a second after that, four war mages jumped Rico.
I sighed and started crawling over the seat.
“Is it always like this?” Fred asked, as Jules started forward, a fake smile plastered on his face and a placating hand raised—only to have someone use it to sling him into the SUV. I flinched back when he hit the windshield headfirst, that handsome profile making an impressive set of cracks in the supposedly shatterproof glass.
“No,” I told Fred, as Jules shook it off and leapt back into the fight. “This is pretty calm, actually.”
“What are you doing?” he asked, watching me check the cushions, the floor and then the visor over the driver’s side. The keys were under the visor, and they fell into my lap.
“Putting a stop to this. If they’re going to act like children, they can at least do it out of sight of norms.”
“And you think they’re gonna listen?”
“No. But if I leave, they’ll have to follow.”
“Well, I don’t
know how you’re gonna get out. They’ve parked that big-ass limo of theirs right across the exit. And the fence goes right up to—”
He cut off as a metallic shriek rent the air, bouncing off the surrounding buildings and echoing down the street. “What the hell was that?” he demanded, staring around wildly.
I didn’t answer. I was too busy watching the limo rise into the air, its long body twisting and writhing as if in pain, metal screeching, car alarm screaming and window glass popping. A windshield wiper flew off like an arrow, spearing the old sign above the diner and sending a wash of sparks across the pavement.
“What is this?” Fred yelled, gripping my shoulder as the limo was wrenched in two, the violence of the movement sending half of it crashing into the building opposite.
