Twenty-five
I muttered an apology to Francine and Lisa for barging into their room and ran back down the stairs almost as fast as I’d climbed up them.
“Charles, wait inside with the women,” Bones muttered, brushing by Spade to go outside. I did the same, dropping my sage into the nearest candle on the way out.
Don floated above a set of bushes, rubbing his arms like he was trying to erase something from them. “Can you get that stuff away from me?” he said to Bones, who still held two fistfuls of sage. “It burns. Couldn’t even go inside the house because of it.”
“How did you get here?” I asked, incredulous. We’d arranged for a vampire to house-sit at our Blue Ridge home in case Don stopped by looking for us, but that was only so he could call us and relay any messages Don had. To my knowledge, the vampire hadn’t known we were in Iowa, let alone staying in Sioux City.
“How do you think I got here? By mailing myself?” Don said grumpily. “Now’s not the time for your trademark witticisms, Cat—”
“Answer the bloody question,” Bones interrupted, still not dropping the sage but not coming any closer to Don, either.
Don huffed out what sounded like an aggravated sigh. “By focusing before I jumped on one of those crazy energy roadways Fabian talked about. It wasn’t nearly as easy as he said it would be, by the way. You wouldn’t believe the places I ended up before I found you—”
“When did Fabian say this?” Bones demanded. I just stared at my uncle, feeling like my body was filling up with ice.
Don shot Bones an annoyed look. “Would you stop interrupting me? And you know when Fabian said this. You were there.”
“You found me without anyone telling you where I was?”
But my borrowed powers from Marie were gone! That had been proven when I failed to raise Remnants, and no other ghosts had randomly found their way to me, not to mention my inability to control a ghost’s actions anymore.
“Yes, Cat,” Don replied, an edge to his tone. “You told me I could do that after I first died, remember? Now you’re shocked that it worked?”
Yeah, I was. Shocked speechless, in fact. Bones turned around and went inside without another word. Once there, I heard him mutter something low to Spade but couldn’t make out the exact sentences. Spade left to go back to his town house right after.
My uncle didn’t care about what the other vampires were doing. He stared at me, tugging on a nonexistent eyebrow.
“Madigan’s fake repentance period is over, and he’s implemented a slew of new security measures against guess what? Ghosts. He’s duplicated everything you did at the cave, and your old house, smothering the compound in marijuana, garlic, and lit sage, not to mention infrared cameras and recorders. It’s prevented me from following him, let alone from speaking to Tate—”
“Can you feel anything special about me right now?” I cut him off, still reeling over the implications of his finding me on his own.
“Is it too much to finish a sentence without someone interrupting me?” Don snapped.
I marched over to him, my shock giving way to dread. “This is important, so answer the question!”
My uncle let out another of those exasperated noises but then ran his hand briefly through my arm.
“You . . . vibrate. I don’t know what else to call it. Other people don’t do that, whether they’re human, vampire, or ghoul.” Then Don frowned, running his hand through me again. “But it’s softer now. It was much stronger the last time I saw you.”
“Sparks but no fire,” I whispered, understanding at last.
He frowned. “Come again?”
“Just like before, when my hands sparked, but I’d lost enough of the pyrokinetic power from Vlad’s blood to turn those sparks into big streams of flame.” I whirled around and began to stride to the door, stopped when I realized Don couldn’t follow me, and swung back again. “The other places you ended up when you were trying to find me, was one of them New Orleans?”
His frown deepened. “Yes. I went straight to this large, antebellum-looking house, but I couldn’t go inside because it had a barrier around it like this place does.”
Marie’s protection against unwanted ghostly visitors, I mentally filled in. Don didn’t know that he’d just done a flyby on the ghoul queen of New Orleans, drawn by the original source of the power of which I only had traces left in me now.
But those traces, while not enough to summon Remnants or bend ghosts to my will, were obviously enough for a determined phantom to find me, as evidenced by Don’s appearance. And if he’d been able to follow that remaining, albeit weak thread of power, then so would another ghost who’d be really keen to know where I was, considering I’d made off with two of his intended victims.
“You tried to enter the house, then flew back because the sage burned you?” I asked, looking around the brightly lit backyard.
Don nodded almost warily. “Yes.”
Both pets had reacted to a ghost trying to come into the house, but now that my uncle was fifty feet away in the yard, Helsing and Dexter were quiet. I edged closer to the front door, realizing there was a chance that Don wasn’t the only ghost within the perimeter.
Elisabeth and Fabian had been telling the truth, I thought grimly. They hadn’t been followed either time by Kramer. No, the Inquisitor found us at Spade’s house the same way he must’ve found us at that hotel in Ohio—by following the supernatural trail that led from Marie Laveau back to me. Poor Fabian probably didn’t even realize that connection was still active because he hadn’t needed to look for me. He and Elisabeth had known where I was the whole time.
Power sliding along my back was Bones appearing in the doorway behind me. I glanced over, mutely noting the two large handfuls of smoking sage he held out to me. Tyler stood close by, Dexter clenched in his grip and my cat in a carrier by his feet. Bones had either overheard my conversation with Don or figured it out for himself.
“They all need to get out of here,” I said.
Bones’s mouth brushed my ear as he bent down to whisper his reply. “They’ll be gone soon, Kitten.”
Good. They needed to be far away from me, or I’d lead their tormenter right to them, if I hadn’t already.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmured, then walked over to Don, wary of every noise or flicker of movement around me. He was only twenty yards from the front door, but that distance seemed to stretch with every step I took.
“I need you to leave now,” I said once I was close enough to touch him. “Find me again tomorrow.” Then I whispered where, trying to keep my voice low enough that only he could hear me.
“What’s going on?” Don asked, as soon as I was finished.
“Listen to your niece and leave,” Bones stated brusquely.
Don opened his mouth like he was going to argue, but Ian’s “Here we are, Crispin!” distracted him. The auburn-haired vampire strolled down the sidewalk like he hadn’t a care in the world. My mother followed behind him, her pajamas suggesting she’d just woken up. Spade and Denise brought up the rear, both of them giving the yard the same cautious looks I did. I was tempted to run back into the house, but I waited, not wanting to draw suspicion if someone other than they were watching.
Bones stepped aside from the doorway, letting all of them enter. Less than ten seconds later, Francine, my mother, and Ian came out. My mom had her arms around Francine as if hugging her from behind. Ian flashed us a grin, then grasped my mother with both arms, vaulting straight up into the sky with a burst of nosferatu speed.
Don’s “Where are they going?” barely left his lips before the bushes across the yard exploded with movement, like a large, invisible force had smashed through them.
No need to play it cool anymore! I ran toward the house, a cloud of smoke flooding out from the front door to envelop me before I got there. It was so thick it wafted out into the yard. My uncle jumped back like he’d been scalded when some of it touched him.
“Told you to leave, old chap,” Bones muttered. Then he pulled me inside, whatever else Don said lost in the howl of German that erupted from the yard.
Tyler was in the family room, a pile of burning sage on the tile and a fan aiming that smoke like a Gatling gun at the doorway. With Bones slamming the front door shut, Tyler turned off the fan, coughing a little at the grayish haze that started to build up in the room.
Something like a percussion boom sounded right before the windows exploded. I had Tyler flat on his back, my body shielding his, before the glass finished falling. Upstairs, Lisa screamed, quickly followed by what sounded like something heavy beating against the walls of the town house.
“Charles,” Bones said warningly, stuffing cushions in front of the blasted open windows. I was torn, wanting to help him contain the smoke in the room and being afraid that if I moved off Tyler, Kramer would rush in and kill him.
“Hold on tightly now,” I heard Spade mutter, then another boom reverberated through the house. Lisa screamed again, but this time, the tail of it faded, growing fainter, as if coming from a much greater distance.
Fly, Spade, fly! I thought, knowing he’d be carrying Denise to safety, too.
More furious German came from outside the house, the banging increasing until the walls trembled. Listening to it made me savagely happy, because it proved that Kramer couldn’t follow them by air. If he could, he wouldn’t be outside trying to huff and puff to blow the house down.
“Bones, you have to get Tyler and Dexter out of here, too,” I whispered. He could fly much faster than I could, not to mention I had the whole “here I am!” transmitter thing still going on.
“Not leaving,” Tyler gritted out. “But get off . . . my fucking kidney.”
I moved my knee away from his lower back. Hadn’t meant to jam that into his side, but I’d kind of been in a hurry to cover him before.
“You have to leave. He’ll find me wherever I go for at least the next month or so,” I hissed back, remembering how long it took for my hands to stop sparking. “You want to get killed?”
“No. That’s why I’m not leaving,” Tyler replied more emphatically, yet so soft if I wasn’t on top of him I might not have caught it with the racket outside. “If you’re gonna trap him, you’ll need me, and I need you to trap him,” he finished. Dumb-ass, flashed across his mind, but he didn’t end his sentence with that last part out loud.
Despite a ghost’s beating in the walls and Dexter barking loud enough to make my eardrums hurt while cowering under a nearby table, I couldn’t help my snort of laughter. Dumb-ass? Tyler was the one refusing to go to safety. Talk about the proverbial pot and kettle.
Bones came over, glass crunching under his feet with every step. “Neighbors are calling the coppers. Stay with him. I’ll gather what we need, then we have to go.”
We’d rented the entire trio of town houses to make sure no units were attached to ours, but even that hadn’t been enough of a low profile with the fit Kramer was throwing.
“Looks like you’re leaving after all,” I noted to Tyler.
He grunted. “I hate flying with you guys, have I told you that?”
I cast a quick look outside, where it sounded like Kramer was now ripping up the lawn in his rage.
“Sorry. A lot of vampire tricks take getting used to.”