"You should read it, Kate. You should read about the upiri."
I traced Slayer's blade with my finger. It stung a little as the magic discharge touched my skin.
"I want to know about the diviner's death. I want to know why one of Ghastek's bloodsuckers was at the scene. I want to know who was piloting it and what they saw. I want to know what tore his head off. And whatever else you'll find necessary to add."
Bono showed me his teeth. "Feeling a bit on edge today, are you?"
My hand closed about the hilt. "You have no idea."
He leaned back. "Go ahead," he said. "Make a play. I'll ass-fuck you with that saber."
I grinned at him. "You can't take me, Bono. Go ahead and try. You telegraph your punches, you drop your left shoulder, and your gun isn't worth piss with magic up. So come on. Show me what you've got."
I saw his eyes and knew my grin had turned into a hungry grimace. "I really need to hurt something. It'll make me feel good." I was almost laughing, having a hard time containing myself. "Give me a reason. Come on, Bono. Just give me a fucking reason."
Magic built around me, drawn from the environment by the emanations from my blood. If magic had color, I would be sitting in a whirlpool of red. Slayer flared bright silver, feeding off my anger. It wanted to slice into warm flesh and I was about to let it.
Bono blinked. He sensed the magic influx and sucked the air into his lungs in a sharp breath. "You're crazy."
"Very."
His face went slack, and I knew we had stepped away from a cliff. The fight would not happen today.
Bono leaned forward. "What if I told you that we have no involvement with the diviner's death? And even if we did, we don't have to speak to you."
That proverbial "we." I chewed on it for a little while and said, "In that case, I'll get up and walk over to the bar, where I'll make two phone calls. First, I'll call the knight-protector, for whom I now work, and tell him that a vampire belonging to Ghastek was involved in his diviner's murder. I'll tell him that an effort was made to conceal its brand—which is illegal—and that Ghastek's journeyman declined to discuss the matter with me and threatened my life. Then I'll call Ghastek and inform him that I know the reason why the world just started crashing down around his ears. And I'll explain to him that the reason is you."
He stared at me. "I thought we were on good terms. We nod to each other across the room. We don't bother each other. I shared my research with you."
I shrugged.
"You won't do this to me," he said with great surety. "You know what Ghastek would do to me. You're a nice person."
"Just what exactly in my track record gives you the idea that I'm a nice person?"