Vlad settled next to me, putting his head on my pillows.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat. “Didn’t we just agree that we were only friends?”

“Sex isn’t what I’m after. It’s just been a long time since I’ve slept next to a woman who meant something to me.”

“Oh. Well.” A slumber party with Dracula? All things considered, why not? “Okay, but I snore.”

He grinned. “I have been under the same roof with you for a week, so I already know that.”

I gave him a dirty look but then stretched in bed as I normally would.

Vlad put his arms around me and rested his head on my pillow. I should have been embarrassed to be in bed with him, especially since he was bare-chested, and I only had on a long sleep shirt over my underwear, but I wasn’t. It felt nice to fall asleep with someone again, even if he wasn’t the someone I’d been missing.

“Good night, Cat,” he said, though it was almost dawn.

I yawned and closed my eyes.

“Good night, Vlad.”

The knock at the door didn’t wake me. Must have been too soft and tentative. Only when Vlad said, “Come in,” in a less-than-pleased tone did I wake up. God, he was right. My reflexes were shit.

Shrapnel stuck his head inside. I mentally berated Vlad for not giving me a chance to disappear into the bathroom. How incriminating did this look?

“Forgive me, Master, but the caller says it’s urgent. May I give you the phone?”

He held it close to his side, obviously nervous. Maybe Vlad was grumpy when he woke up.

Vlad gestured. “Very well, bring it.”

Shrapnel moved like a jackrabbit, then hurried out, closing the door behind him.

“Who’s this?” Vlad snapped into the phone.

Spade’s voice blared out loud enough to bolt me upright.

“If you don’t put Cat on the line this time, I’m going to roast you alive in your own sodding juices—”

I snatched the phone away from him. “What is it? I’m here, what’s wrong?”

There was a loaded moment of silence. Too late, I realized what I’d done. Vlad lifted a shoulder as if to say, You’re stuck now.

“I was told Vlad couldn’t be disturbed because he was in bed.” Each word was a blistering accusation. “That he was extremely indisposed. Lucifer’s bloody balls, is this why you haven’t returned my calls?”

“I-I-I didn’t…” Good God, I was stammering.

“Indeed!”

“Look, don’t even!” My anger came to the rescue. “If something’s wrong, tell me, but if you’re just going to play Pussy Police, you should start with your best friend. He’s probably nose deep in one right now.”

“He’s arse deep in danger, if you still care,” was Spade’s icy reply.

That took all the hostility out of me. Spade wasn’t one for hysterical exaggerations. I clutched the phone like it was slippery.

“What happened?”

Maybe I sounded as fearful as I felt, because Spade’s voice lost some of its anger.

“Fabian, your helpful ghost, has been in New Orleans trying to speak with him. From what he can deduce, Crispin will be forced to leave the Quarter soon. And Gregor’s lying in wait outside the city.”

“What do you mean, ‘forced to leave’?” My voice couldn’t get more shrill. Vlad winced.

“Crispin went to New Orleans to have a meeting with Marie. After it took place, from what I’ve gathered, Marie closed the Quarter to any more undead visitors, and Gregor’s assembled a slew of forces beyond the city’s outskirts.”

I jumped up and began rummaging for clothes. Vlad scooted into my spot, unperturbed. “Are you there? On your way?”

“We can’t, that’s the whole bloody problem! Because of you, Gregor has clear rights to take Crispin out under our laws. No vampire can come to his aid over this.”

I sat on the floor, my knees weak. For a second, I couldn’t even breathe. Then I began to plan.

“He’ll need to be airlifted out of there. A helicopter would be best. We can arm it with silver bullets. We’ll do a midair transport onto a plane. Did you say you’ve been leaving messages for me about this?” I gave Vlad a truly menacing glare.

“I’ve been leaving messages for you to call, but we only found out tonight about Gregor’s ambush.”

Vlad shrugged, unapologetic. “You said you didn’t want to speak to them. This part is news to me. I would have told you had I known.”

I didn’t bitch at him. After all, it was my own fault for hiding, not Vlad’s.

“There’s a problem with your plan, Cat,” Spade said tightly. “Else we would have already done something similar. No one of any line is allowed in the city, and that means above it, too. It would be sentencing them to death by Marie’s decree, and she’s too powerful to dismiss. I’d risk it myself, but if one vampire or ghoul crosses the line into the Quarter, Gregor and his people will follow. It has to be humans of no vampire affiliation, do you understand?”

Yeah, I did. Now I knew why Spade was in such a twist to get ahold of me.

“Give me your number. I’ll call you right back.”

TWENTY-ONE

TESTING THREE, TWO, ONE…YOU READ ME, Geri?”

Lieutenant Geri Hicks, my replacement with Don’s team, coughed and muttered, “Affirmative.”

She had a receiving line surgically planted under her skin, pumping my voice directly by her eardrum. If I shouted, she’d be in pain. Her microphone was less invasively located in her necklace.

“What’s your location, Geri?”

“Crossing St. Ann Street and heading toward Bourbon. The bird still show he’s there?”

I checked the satellite imagery of the French Quarter on my borrowed laptop. The plane’s turbulence didn’t help, but I could still spot Bones. And the woman next to him.

“Affirmative. There’s a small time delay, as you know, but he should be there. You doing all right?”

Geri was nervous. I couldn’t blame her. She had to bring Bones in without getting him or herself killed. Yeah, I’d have been wigged, too.

“I’m good,” Geri said.

“Roger that. Now go get him.”

I was the only person Spade knew who had human connections without direct undead affiliations and who could amass airpower and support complete with cutting-edge weapons and technology. Sure, it could be argued that my old team had connections to Bones, but none of them were under his command anymore since I’d quit. I owed my uncle big for this.

Since she was human, Geri couldn’t see Fabian. He was there, though, trying to drop hints about our plan while not getting noticed by any of Marie’s people. That wasn’t an easy task. When this was over, I’d owe Fabian big, too. How does one repay a ghost? That was an issue I’d ponder later.

“Approaching target, going silent,” Geri whispered.

On-screen, I saw her nearing Bones. He was at Pat O’Brien’s, in the outside area, drinking what I guessed was his usual whiskey. His arm was slung around a pretty brunette, who was almost glued to him. Even now, her hand ran along his hip.

I clenched my fists. Bitch, you and I are going to have a long, bloody chat after this.

Cannelle couldn’t hear my mental warning, but Vlad could. He lounged in the chair opposite me, the jet’s turbulence not bothering him. We were on our way to the rendezvous point if all went well.

“You really don’t like her.”

I didn’t answer out loud. That might confuse Geri, since I was wearing a headset.

No. I really, really don’t.

“I know this is forward,” Geri purred through my earpiece as the satellite showed her reaching Bones and his companion, Cannelle, “but after seeing the two of you gorgeous creatures, I can’t decide who I want to fuck first.”

“Attagirl,” I whispered. God, cheerleading someone to hit on the man I loved! Why couldn’t I have a normal life?

Bones set his drink down. If he was surprised to see Geri, he didn’t show it. I sucked in a breath. What would he do? He had to know I’d sent Geri. Would he blow her cover? Or play along and get out of there?