Forty minutes later, we drove down the tallgrass-lined gravel road that led to the Grove. The reception hall, low and organic, with lots of tall wooden beams and rocks, sat at the end of the drive to the right, just behind a large parking lot. To the right was a pavilion, an open cathedral of wood and glass. Behind them, according to the maps I’d checked online, was the meadow where we’d meet.
Theo and Petra were already waiting, leaning against Theo’s car. Alexei zoomed up on his motorcycle, brilliantly red compared to Thelma’s darkness, and parked beside us. We climbed off, unfastened helmets, and stowed them on the bike.
“What do you know?” Connor asked, striding toward them.
“Not as much as we’d like,” Theo said. “The Compliance Bureau is a relatively new part of the AAM. Established two months ago.”
“That seems convenient,” Connor said, brows raised.
I shook my head. “We’ve had relative peace. At least until the fairies. Vampires hate negative publicity about Sups.”
Theo nodded. “The Bureau is led by a vampire named Clive, formerly of Cabot House in New York. He was a guard before joining the AAM.”
“He also has a brother, made at the same time, who’s in the Bureau. Name’s Levi.”
“Levi was one of the vamps who came to my door. Levi, Sloan, Blake. Clive didn’t bother with the meet-and-greet.”
“Have they done this before?” Connor asked. “Made these demands?”
“I don’t know,” Theo said. “We don’t have access to their records.”
“We searched even the darkest corners of the Internet,” Petra said, “and haven’t found anything that suggests they’ve taken this kind of enforcement action.”
“So I’m special,” I said, but I didn’t want any part of that designation. Not from them.
Connor reached out, squeezed my hand. “We’ll handle this tonight, and finish it.”
I gave him a smile, even as I knew that was a lie. But appreciated it all the same.
***
Crushed stone paths led around the main building and branched off to other parts of the property. We walked toward the actual grove, my hand firmly on my katana, and the monster watching and waiting.
We have a deal,I reminded it, and was pretty sure it metaphorically flipped me off.
The path split again around a wide, round meadow, grass carefully shorn and scenting the quiet air. There was a rise at the far end, and a hill covered in trees that made a dark silhouette against the stars. For a moment, I stared at those trees, and thought of that forest where monsters and fire had raged and blood had been spilled. My heart beat hard against my ribs, each thump like the pounding of paws—malformed and full of rage—pacing through darkness.
Connor slipped his hand into mine, squeezed. I looked at him, found comfort in his steady gaze. “Even then, you werevictorious. And will be again.” He leaned down, his dark curls brushing my cheek. “No mere vampire can stop you, Lis.”
“And a wolf?” I asked, smiling as he’d meant me to.
His grin was wide, possessive, intoxicating. “I’ll only stop you if you run. But you aren’t a coward.”
“No,” I said, to him and myself. “I’m not.”
Theo, who’d walked into the middle of the meadow, looked around, put his hands on his hips. “If one is obliged to have a vampire showdown, this looks like as good a place as any.”
“The weather is garbage,” Petra said, looking gloomily up at the star-scattered sky. “I can’t do anything with this.”
“It’s a gorgeous night,” Alexei said.
“Exactly.” She held up her hand and scrunched up her face—and three little sparks hissed in her palm before disappearing again. “Garbage,” she said again.
Alexei just looked at her. “You’re weird.”
With a curl of her lip, she snapped her fingers, and Alexei’s eyes widened at the blue spark in her palm. She might have wanted storms, but she didn’t need them to work her magic.
“Am I?” she asked.