I hit the floor in an awkward tumble, teeth clamping down on my tongue. As I scrambled up, Hull raised his hands in a second cast, his lips forming the words. Then he stopped, face darkening, lips forming a silent curse.

“Not quite able to muster enough juice, hmm?” I said, spitting as I tasted blood. I swiped my hand over my mouth.

Hull restarted his incantation.

“I hope that’s nothing stronger than a knockback spell,” I said as I advanced on him. “Or it’s not going to work. Witch magic is tough on sorcerers, and you’ve already OD’d. But you know that, don’t you? You can feel it.”

Hull’s lips twisted in a humorless smirk, but he said nothing.

“Maybe a hundred years ago, you could have done it, but you’re still recuperating from an unexpectedly long incarceration. An incarceration that proves you’re far from perfect…and too dumb to realize it.”

He snarled, and lifted his hands. Then he stopped before even beginning the incantation. I was now within fifteen feet of him. Just a little closer…

Hull looked over his shoulder.

“No escape there,” I said. “It’s a dead end.”

I charged. Hull’s hands went up, lips moving, but he’d never have time-

A jolt struck me, and I flew off my feet, body going rigid as if I’d been hit by an electrical shock. I tried to land in a roll, but my limbs wouldn’t obey. I crashed down and lay there, mentally struggling to get up, body refusing.

Hull’s face appeared above mine. “It’s called an interrupted cast. I cast part of the incantation…then wait, so I can launch it at a moment’s notice.”

I fought to move, but my arms and legs only twitched randomly.

“I tried to make this easy,” Hull said, kneeling beside me. “I really did. But you’d have none of it. Now, we have to do it the hard way.”

His hands wrapped around my throat. I swung my head to the side and chomped down on the underside of his forearm. Then I ripped my head back, a chunk of flesh still between my teeth, his blood dribbling into my throat. Hull howled and fell back, clutching his forearm as blood spurted.

I pushed up and fell on him, my arms and legs little more than deadweights. My teeth sank into his flesh-any flesh-tearing, spitting and biting again, mind blank, spurred on by the instinct to use whatever I had to stay alive.

Hull’s screams echoed through the room. Across the room, the zombie rose up and started lurching toward us. Hull’s head lifted, gaze going to the zombie, relief and hope filling his eyes. His lips parted. I swung my head down, teeth clamping on his throat, and ripped. He screamed, a high-pitched death shriek that turned to a gurgle as blood filled his throat.

I pushed off him, some feeling finally returning to my limbs. Swiping my hand across my bloodied lips, I wobbled to my feet as the zombie drew closer.

“Uh-uh,” said a voice across the room. “This one’s mine.”

A figure rounded the doorway-a tiny, dark-haired figure. Zoe-her throat still cut, the edges open, her voice wheezy and garbled.

She staggered a little, then rushed at the zombie, who turned at the last second to see an iron rod swinging into the side of his head. He fell. Her dark eyes glittering, Zoe leapt over him and swung again, with more force than seemed possible for her tiny frame. When she pulled back for a third swing, he started to crumble, and she stopped, rod still raised, waiting until he’d disintegrated.

“Glad that worked,” she said. “I sure as hell didn’t want to have to bite him.”

“You’re-” I said, still staring, as I had been since she’d come in.

“Alive, I hope,” she said. “Or as close to it as I can get.”

At a noise, she turned toward the stairs, swiveling her whole body, as if she didn’t dare try to turn only her head.

“Oh, thank God,” Jaime said, running in. “You are down here. I called, but I didn’t hear an answer, then I couldn’t summon that damned zombie. I tried and tried-”

“You did great,” I said. “You controlled someone else’s zombie. That’s amazing.”

She nodded and swallowed, face pale, as if she still wasn’t sure how she’d done it. Then she saw Zoe.

“You’re-”

“Alive,” Zoe said. “Or so I hope. I am alive, right? Not a zombie. Not a walking ghost. Just my usual undead self?”

“Looks like it to me,” Jaime said, smiling.

“Thank God.” Zoe’s dark eyes lit up as she tried to grin, then she winced, hand going to her throat. “God, that’s gross. Please tell me it’s healing.”

“It looks like it,” I said.

A small wheezing laugh. “Neck cuts are the worst. I’m always up for a new experience but this-” She shuddered. “This one I could have skipped.” She looked down at the scattering of dust. “At least I got my payback. As vampires go, I’m not much of a predator, but that was one time I made an exception.”

“Nick! Oh, God, where’s-?”

“Back in the alley,” Jaime said, taking my elbow and helping me to the stairs. She glanced back at Hull’s body.

“You guys go on,” Zoe said. “I’ll handle cleanup duty. Done it before.”

When we got back to where Nick still lay, Rose stumped her way toward us, face fixed in the horrible grimace that passed for her smile.

“ ’e’s gone,” she said. “I can feel it. A real weight off my mind, let me tell you.”

I scrambled over to Nick and shook his shoulder. His head lolled to the other side.

“Mmm, still tired, baby,” he mumbled. “Gimme a couple minutes. I’ll make it worth your wait.”

“He’s fine.” I laughed.

“ ’e might be,” Rose said. “But I’m not. Now get yourself over ’ere and give me what you promised. I can’t do it myself.”

“Right.”

I turned to Rose, but hesitated. As hideous as she looked, I couldn’t forget that there was a person in there. Someone who had-until made a better offer-been ready to kill me and yet…

“ ’op to it, girl,” she said. “I ’aven’t got all day. While you’re standing there gawkin’, I’m turnin’ to mush.”

I bit back a laugh. “Okay. Um, how do you want to do this? Snapping your neck is fastest-”

“Fast? Gawd’s sakes, girl, you could ’ave ’ad it done by now. You did it fast enough the last time. Now ’op to it or-”

I grabbed her neck and snapped it before she finished the sentence, and hopefully before she saw it coming. As she crumbled, I took a deep breath, my heart tripping.

“She’s better off now,” Jaime said softly. “No matter where she went, it’s better than where she was.”

Price

I GOT NICK AS FAR AS THE SEMICONSCIOUS “WHERE AM I? What am I doing here?” stage, then left him to Jaime while I took the next step-one at least as terrifying as any that had come before it.

“A-Antonio,” I said into the phone. “It’s me.”

“Elena?” His voice boomed loud enough to make my head rock. “Where the hell-?”

“We’re okay. Nick’s fine. I’m fine. Jaime’s fine. Hull’s dead. The zombies are dead. The portal should be closed. Is-” I swallowed, knowing if I could feel red-hot fury from Antonio, it was nothing compared to the icy blast that was coming. “Is Jeremy there?”

“He’s with Clay. I’m outside, searching for you two. Or three, I suppose, if Jaime went with you. I thought she was in her room.” A growl of a sigh. “Whatever you did, Elena, whether it killed Hull or not, it was stupid-”

“I know.”

“And risky as hell-”

“I know.”

Another sigh, softer. “And probably the right thing to do, but that doesn’t mean I’m ever going to admit that to Jeremy. Understood?”

I gave a small smile. “Understood.”

“Now get your asses back here pronto.”

“We still have one more thing to do,” I said. “Hull didn’t disintegrate like the zombies. Zoe said she’d clean up but-”

“I’ll be right there. But you’re coming back. Get yourself and Jaime into a cab.”

Somewhere on my headlong run up the hotel stairs, Jaime disappeared. She must have decided this was one family scene she didn’t care to join.