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I smiled. That single coherent word was hugely reassuring. “You need to sit up or say something intelligent before the vampire hunter gets even more twitchy.”
He sat, propping himself against the wall and looking around. He blinked at the shadows, appearing confused.
“What happened?” Henry said. “Where am I?”
I glanced back to see if Cormac had lowered the crossbow; he hadn’t.
“What do you remember?” I asked.
His expression grew thoughtful. “That was Dux Bellorum, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. He kind of took you over.”
“I don’t remember. As soon as he looked at me—I don’t remember anything.” He rubbed both hands through his hair as if he could draw the memories forth, an oddly vulnerable, human gesture. “We’re not supposed to be able to influence each other like that. Only the one who made you should have that kind of power over you.”
“Roman’s learned a lot of tricks.” Anastasia had woken and pushed herself up, sitting with her legs bent to the side, ladylike.
Henry chuckled, but the sound was bitter. “Dux Bellorum’s a scary story Boss uses on young vampires. A ‘You think I’m bad’ kind of thing. I didn’t think I’d actually meet him. He’s not supposed to be real.” He was pale and seemed to be shivering. When he noticed his hands shaking, he balled them into fists and crossed his arms. If he’d been human, I’d have said he was about to faint.
I started, “Henry—”
“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I just have to get back home.”
Anastasia looked at me, her expression wondering. “You did it. You kept us alive. You got the pearl.”
“You sound surprised,” I said.
“No,” she said, smiling as she ducked her head. “I’m not. But only in hindsight. Grace, may I see it?” She held out her hand for the bag with the Dragon’s Pearl.
“Kitty was messing with it,” Grace said, handing it over.
The pile of Power Bars was still in the middle of the floor. “Yes, I see.”
I blushed but resisted the urge to apologize.
Anastasia took the bag and kneaded it in her hands, feeling the shape of the tablet inside. She closed her eyes, and all tension left her expression. She nearly glowed with relief.
We were all awake. Exhausted, weak, cranky, but awake, sitting up, and glancing at that doorway. It might have been my imagination, but the chalk characters Grace had written seemed faded, as if they’d been partially rubbed out. As if their work was finished. A strange notion.
“What do we do now?” Ben asked.
I smiled a wolfish smile, showing teeth. “We get the hell out of Dodge.”
Chapter 17
CORMAC GESTURED TO Grace. “Open the door and stand back. Keep that light low.”
She shaded the light from blinding us. Cormac stepped into the corridor first, leading with his crossbow, looking both ways, then moving out. We followed, steady and watchful. Guided by Grace, Cormac led. Ben and I stayed in back. While he kept watch on the corridor behind us, I surreptitiously kept an eye on Anastasia and Henry. They seemed all right. Then again, they were surrounded by four juicy, blood-filled bodies. Maybe they’d keep it together, maybe they wouldn’t.
Anastasia, I noticed, rested her hand on Henry’s arm. Henry had stopped shivering.
We walked for a time, back the way we’d come, toward the room where we’d fought the eyeless creature. At least, I thought we were heading that direction. I also hoped Roman wasn’t waiting for us there. I could have wished for a faster way out of the maze. Some handy escape ladder leading back to the streets of San Francisco.
Ahead, the air smelled of sulfur and burned powder. Sure enough, we emerged into a room with a doorway on each wall. The shredded paper of spent firecrackers littered the space, and black streaks of soot marred the floor. I breathed deep, but I could only smell burned gunpowder. I sneezed.
“Look,” Cormac said, nodding at the floor. He kept the crossbow aimed at the other doorways.
A large body lay before us—the monster with the stitched-up face. He was on his back, unmoving—apparently dead, though you never could tell with this crowd. The stitches had been cut, and jutted out like thorns from loose skin. Gashes crossed his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth. His jaw hung open, slack; he didn’t seem to have any teeth inside. Traces of frothy pink fluid leaked from the newly opened orifices.
