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“Too much noise, too much magic.” He rose and put the screen away, crossed to me, and then sniffed. “There’s magic all over you.” And he looked, as predicted, displeased.
“Can you throw a supernatural breeze in my direction? Make it go away?”
He just blinked.
“That’s what I thought. So if you’re going to say something like, ‘no foreign magic in my territory,’ let’s just skip it.” I patted him on the chest. “I’ll take a shower as soon as I can. Who is Greg Voss?”
His brows lifted. “Who?”
I cursed. “I had a feeling you’d say that,” I told him, and relayed my byplay with Jonathan Black.
“Old magic,” he cursed.
“That’s exactly what I said.” My screen buzzed, and I pulled it out, found an incoming call from Theo and Petra.
“We okay to talk here?” I asked Connor.
“Sure. But give them a heads-up.”
“We’re in the NAC building,” I said, answering the call. “So guide yourselves accordingly.” I narrowed my gaze at Petra. “Why do you have glitter stars around your eyes?”
“I had a date,” she said with a smile. “And I’m pulling them off.”
“You totally are. Good date?”
That smile went wide. “Her name is Jules and she isexceedinglyinto me. I’m bi,” she added. “In case you didn’t know.”
“I didn’t,” I said, wishing I could give her a hug. “Thanks for telling me. And I’m going to need all the date details later. But for now, back to killer vampires.” I looked at Theo. “And you?”
“No glitter stars. No date. But Greg Voss was a human who was turned fifty years ago. It doesn’t appear he goes by that name any longer. But I think you’ll recognize his face.”
He and Glitter Stars disappeared, their images replaced by a white guy with blond hair. Average features, good smile, square jaw.
And I’d seen all those features before.
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered, staring down at the man who—according to Jonathan Black—had stalked me, killed Blake, and tried to kill Connor.
Greg Voss was Clive’s goddamned brother—Levi, one of the vampires who’d come to my door that first night.
It took me a full beat to understand that, to grapple with it. I’d spoken to him for, what, seconds in the doorway? That I knew so little about him, had seen so little of him, and yet had become an object of his obsession, seemed... worse... somehow.
What scenes had played out between us in this man’s mind? Didn’t matter, I told myself. I had to deal with my immediate circumstances.
“Levi,” I said finally.
“Yep.”
“Pick him up,” Connor demanded. “Now.”
“We told Gwen before we called you, and she’s on it. Cops stationed at the Portman Grand say he’s not at the hotel.”
“Is he at the NAC building?” I asked.
“I’ll handle that,” Connor said and pulled out his screen.
“Clive will know where he is,” I told Theo. “Sequester the vamps at the Portman Grand and find out.”
“Did Jonathan Black say Levi killed Blake?”
