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“And you can kill this thing in a dream state?” Ray looked dubious of my claim.
“If it doesn’t devour me first.”
“Why would it do that? It doesn’t seem to be devouring anybody else, unless you mean you might end up in a coma.”
I didn’t mean that, but I didn’t want to worry Ray any more than I already had. “We’re going to summon the baku so I can kill it, and then Renee will wake up.” Along with the others who’d been affected. I hoped.
He nodded. “I believe you, Lorelei.”
I was glad somebody did, because I was having serious doubts I could pull this off. I was the baku’s natural nemesis. Now that I knew that, I was surprised it ran away from me in my dream. My unexpected appearance must’ve caught it off guard. I wouldn’t get that grace period twice.
“Know where you can get the talisman?” Ray asked.
“Not yet, but I have a few ideas.” I swiped my keys off the counter and strode toward the door.
“I wish I could come with you.”
If I commanded it, he could, but I didn’t want him to know that. Some secrets had to be kept for the greater good, and that was one of them.
“You’re better off here with your daughter,” I said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I rode my motorcycle to the Devil’s Playground. It was faster, and I wanted this visit to be quick and painless. I hated to involve the demon in any way, but he was in the best position to locate a talisman quickly.
Josie was by the door when I arrived.
“Hey, Josie.”
The vampire barely acknowledged me as I breezed past her.
Kane wasn’t behind the bar as I expected. Instead, he sat on the bench at the piano. Hope flared that he would put his fingers to the keys and produce a horrible sound that would make him forever unattractive to me.
Naturally, he was amazing.
Bastard.
He stopped playing. “You’ve brought news about the party responsible for Camryn’s condition, I assume.”
“I’ve identified the creature.”
“That’s all? I assume you would’ve learned how to kill the beast before you raced over here.”
“I did my research,” I said.
“And?” he prompted.
“I need your help.”
He stared at me for an extra beat. “Is that new for you? Evidence of personal growth?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Any requests? If I recall correctly, you have a fondness for classical music. Debussy, was it?”
“You remember that?” I’d once mentioned to Kane that Debussy reminded me of my grandmother.
He responded by playing the beginning ofClair de Lune.
“Not that one,” I said quickly.
His fingers deftly changed course and he switched toReveriewithout a moment’s hesitation. “Better?” he asked.
“Yes.” The piece stirred my emotions, albeit less painfully thanClair de Lune. WhereClair de Lunebrought me to my knees,Reverieraised me to my feet.
