“Anyone—everyone,” he replied. “If Revenald knew about the amulet and the power it wields, there would be no extent to the harm he’d cause. He thrives on destruction.” He met my gaze, and I could see red rimming his eyes. “You have to stop them from putting Gabriel to ground. He’ll go mad.”
“The masters of the vampire houses will expect you to bring your progeny to face their justice if he escapes,” Marigold said, speaking the words I thought, acting as a medium. “You know this.”
“I’ll take care of the master vampires. It’s up to you to stay off the radar.”
“Already taken care of,” I thought to Marigold. “We need to find Goose.”
“Where is Goose?” Marigold asked, setting her legs shoulders width apart.
“You knocked him on his ass, remember?” I reminded her, picturing the broken necromancer who’d been slammed into a wall. “He’s probably sleeping it off upstairs.”
She was about to speak when Marius asked, “Who is Goose?”
“Ethan,” I corrected quickly. “His name is Ethan McDaniel.”
“Mr. McDaniel.” Marigold sighed, as though bored.
“I’m here.” Goose peeked around the corner, wary and twitchy. He had his hand over his chest, shielding the area Marigold had hit. Poor bastard. Behind him stood Peter, Nala, Adrian, Landon and Corey. I wanted to reach out to them, to tell them how sorry I was, but now wasn’t the time.
“I need the IDs, passports, and bank accounts Disco had him create. We’re going to need them.”
“Bring me the things your master had you create.” When Goose didn’t move Marigold barked, “Now.”
“They’re here.” Goose trembled as he walked across the room, removed a painting from the wall and revealed a safe. A few turns of the knob in the center and he pulled it open. Two envelopes were inside. He removed them, didn’t bother to close the safe, and walked over to me.
Handing them over, he whispered, “Everything you need is inside.”
“Tell him he has to keep this to himself. It’s too dangerous to share what he knows.”
“You won’t breathe a word of this to anyone. If you do, I won’t knock you across the room. I’ll cut your throat.”
“I want to speak to Rhiannon.” I couldn’t believe it. Goose was so scared he looked like he might piss himself, but he was making demands. “I know she’s there. I need to know she’s all right.”
“She’s fine,” Marigold said before I could form a coherent thought. “She asked for my assistance, and I’ve given it to her. When she wants to speak with you, she’ll be in touch.”
Marigold turned on her heel without another word, waltzing from the office like she hadn’t just beaten the shit out of a vampire and ravaged the joint. The vampires in the way gave a wide berth. In a way, I was glad she left such an enormous mess behind. Hopefully it would serve as a warning, a reminder that the most dangerous things in the world were the ones people underestimated.
Marigold left the house, guided by my thoughts as she walked toward the garage. Disco’s personal driver—Jerry—was inside, waxing the hood of the limousine. He stopped his wax on, wax off motion when he saw me, going still. I wasn’t sure if he knew about the orders Revenald had given Marius, or if he was taken off guard by seeing me alone.
“Where is Marius?”
“Don’t worry about him. He’s busy working out personal drama.” Marigold strode forward, one foot at a time, heading for the back door of the limo. “I have somewhere I need to be. I suggest you get me there.”
He hesitated. “But, I thought...”
“We don’t pay you to think. We pay you to drive. Is that a problem?”
“No, ma’am.”
Jerry tossed the towel onto a rack and fled to retrieve the keys kept on a board at the back of the garage. I watched him go, trying to remain calm, aware that the final hand had been dealt and I had to make the best of what I’d been given.