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“It’s not really my story to tell,” I said.

“I’m not sure I have the nerve to ask him myself,” she said, moving to the counter where she locked the drawer on an old-fashioned cash register. There was a safe under the counter, and she locked that, too.

“He has that effect on people,” I said. “What’s your story?”

“What’s there to tell? One of my ancestors made that chick a promise and I have to make good on it.”

“But you’re, what: Magician? Psychic?”

“I don’t even know what you’d call it. But yeah, something like that. So what about you? You really working for her? Is that how it usually happens, werewolves working for vampires?”

“I don’t know how it normally works,” I said. “I thought I was doing her a favor, but she doesn’t much act like that’s how it’s working. I think you threw her off her stride as well. She’s used to people being a little more intimidated.”

“Vampires aren’t the scariest thing out there.” She pulled a green canvas courier bag over her shoulder, across her chest, and went to the back room, turning off the lights as she reached the doorway. I didn’t have a chance to ask her what was the scariest thing out there.

“Ready?” Grace said to the others.

“As long as it doesn’t take all night,” Anastasia said, a wry arc to her brow.

We set off down the alley in the opposite direction we’d come from. Full night now, the city seemed strange, foreboding. Skyscrapers beyond the edges of Chinatown suggested forest outside this island of a neighborhood. The sky was overcast, stars and moon invisible, but city lights gave the air a yellowish glow. The narrow streets, the fire escapes, the dark brick buildings made me claustrophobic. This was not our territory, and those enemy wolves were still out there. We had to keep moving.

“How far is it?” Anastasia asked after we’d rounded our fifth corner.

“It’s a ways yet,” Grace said.

“We could drive,” Ben said.

She shook her head. “No, we have to go on foot.”

That sounded ominous.

Ben, Cormac, and I walked like soldiers in a hostile jungle, pacing softly, hyper aware, looking everywhere. My back tingled, as if my Wolf’s fur was standing on end. If Anastasia had any qualms, she masked them, walking with her usual poise. She would hear the heartbeat of anyone approaching. Anyone mortal, anyway. Heck, why should she worry? If we were attacked she’d just throw us in the way while she continued on her quest.

Finally we turned into another narrow alley. This one had clothes left drying on one of the fire escapes, and further on a doorway was framed by a dozen red paper lanterns. The ordinary and exotic bumping up against each other again. The door Grace stopped at felt particularly old, made of wood, planed smooth. The handle had an old-fashioned keyhole below it, the kind with a circle on top of a tall triangle. Grace had the key for it.

She turned the key, the lock clunked over, and the door slipped open. Dust puffed into the gap. I smelled age—old wood, damp earth, and cold stone. The back of my neck prickled.

From her bag, Grace pulled a small, brass candle lantern—square, with scratched glass windows—and a lighter to light the candle inside. The soft, yellow glow it cast seemed weak against the darkness around us.

“Why not just bring a flashlight?” Ben said.

“For the same reason we didn’t drive,” Grace answered. She pushed the door wide.

I wasn’t psychic, but an ominous sense of wrongness pressed at me. I touched Ben; his hand reached for mine and grabbed hold.

“It’s in here?” Anastasia said and walked through the door, undaunted by the lack of light.

Squinting against the candlelight, my own vision was adjusting—the door opened into a long, brick-lined hallway. The vampire’s dark form was already invisible.

Grace sighed, as if she dreaded following. We all hesitated. This felt like walking into the maw of some leviathan.

“What kind of magic is this?” Cormac asked.

“Which one of your souls is asking?” she said.

Ben looked sharply at her, then me. “How does she know about that?” I squeezed his hand, quieting him.

Cormac pursed his lips. “It’s not important. I was just curious.”


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