“Helena, you play too many video games.”
“Maybe you just don’t play enough.”
“Whatever. What’s the plan?”
“He’s going to infiltrate and try to find out where their main meeting point is. If he can find that, he thinks he’ll be able to find their lab.”
“Think they only have one?”
“Impossible to tell.”
“I hate this,” I told her.
“Me too.”
“When we destroyed the human nest a few years ago, I thought that was going to be it.”
“I think we all hoped for that,” she nodded.
“It’s unfair that we’re dealing with it again.”
“I agree. That’s one of the problems with being a vamp, though, right?”
“What’s that?”
“Things never really seem to work out the way we planned. Just look at us,” she smiled sadly, gesturing between us.
“What about us?”
“You’re in love with a beautiful woman who is too scared to love you back.”
“And you?”
“I have my own issues,” she said.
“Seriously,” I asked. “What is the deal with you and Raven?”
I couldn’t figure it out. Every part of me thought they were mates, but Helena was so wildly tight-lipped about it that it was impossible to know.
“All you need to know is that you need to keep an eye on Kimberly,” she said, standing. “Lex is going to this thing tomorrow night, and I don’t want Raven or Kim thinking they can sneak out and play hooky. Two young vamps would be easy fodder for people like these. Have you told Kim about the risks yet?”
“She was a huntress for years,” I said dryly. “I think she understands the risks.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Helena said. “And you shouldn’t be, either. You need to talk to her. Remind her to stay at the mansion.”
I nodded and Helena left. When I was alone, I started typing again. It felt bad to not have any real leads, but I was glad that Lex had at least given us something. I pulled up as much information on the Ashbury The
ater as I could. The building was around a hundred years old and had been created as a place for people to come together and celebrate their love of the theater.
It was supposed to be a place of passion: not a place of death.
Still, as I read about it, I couldn’t help but feel that I was missing something very important: something that would change everything.
THAT NIGHT, WHEN KIMBERLY and I went into my room, I locked the door and placed the key over the top of the doorframe. There was a little hook there, and I hung the key on it.
“Why do you place the key up there?” She asked. “Afraid I’ll run away?”
“No,” I shook my head. “If I thought you would run away, I’d chain you up.”