“Or we could go up,” Ludcarab said. “Above them but not visible to them.”
“We have to attack at night, so the cover of darkness would be easy,” Sincaro said.
The elf king nodded. “But we will aid the night with more darkness.” He glanced at Alston. “Are you prepared to do it?”
The high fae glared at Ludcarab, his lips thinned tightly across his severe face. “I’ve used blood magic before.”
“And the fae who’ve followed you here? Will they use blood magic?”
Myanin could hear the challenge in the elf king’s tone. It was a miracle that the two supernaturals hadn’t killed each other yet, or at least tried.
“They will do as they are told, or they will suffer the consequences,” Alston said through clenched teeth.
“Perfect.” Ludcarab’s slick grin made Myanin feel as if she’d just signed up to work for the devil himself.
“The time difference from here to Romania is ten hours.” Alston glanced at his watch. “It’s 8:00 p.m. which means it’s six in the morning there.”
“So we attack tomorrow at midnight their time, which would be 2:00 p.m. here,” Ludcarab said. “Sincaro”—he looked at the vampire king—“would you and Cain take care of getting all the supernaturals, other than the fae, ready?”
Sincaro nodded. “Of course.”
Apparently, once they were all on the same page, they suddenly could get along. Fascinating. When they no longer had a common enemy to focus their attention on, they would be at each other’s throats. She and her cotton candy would be long gone by then.
“I will choose the fae who will be joining the battle,” Alston said. “And make them aware of the spell to be used.”
Myanin’s gut twisted at the mention of the use of blood magic. There wasn’t a supernatural alive who didn’t know that blood magic was dark, very dark. Once you've crossed that line, you’ve passed the point of no return.
“Very well.” Ludcarab looked at her. “I will show you to your private sleeping quarters, and then if you would be so inclined, you can spar with some of our warriors. From what I understand, you are an accomplished warrior.” He didn’t sound impressed. It was more like he wanted her to prove what he’d apparently been told, no doubt by the vampire who’d showed up at Thadrick’s home.
“I’d love to,” she said, her lips turning up slightly. She’d have to remember to restrain herself or she’d wind up killing their army, and Myanin had a feeling that would probably not go over well. Don’t picture Thadrick’s face on any of my opponents. She followed Ludcarab from the room, not bothering to say anything more to the others. She wasn’t there to make friends. She was there for one reason and one reason only: find Thadrick and end him. He was a history keeper, which meant he was well aware of what was going on. Typically, the djinn did not get involved, no matter what they recorded, but Thadrick, as eccentric and selfish as he could be, had a few soft spots. Like Vasile, Thadrick didn’t like innocent people getting hurt in the crossfire of supernatural feuds. And considering the Order was wanting to enslave the human race, that was a lot of innocent people being put straight in the line of fire. He would be fighting with Vasile’s warriors. Her best chance of encountering him would be to work with the Order. Once it was done, she could move on. To what? She had no idea. Maybe she’d go find Wendy and see how she was handling the whole “supernaturals coming out” thing. That might be fun. Okay, it will definitely be fun. She smiled.
Alston flashed into the room where Sally was still sitting in the syphoning chair. She’d been there four days and somehow she’d managed to hold on to every single drop of her magic. That or his theory was completely wrong, which it wasn’t. He’d never met a female with such an iron will. If he could recruit her she would be a powerful ally simply because she seemed unbreakable. Even after what he’d done to her mind, she was strong.
Her eyes were closed tight, her lips drawn in a thin line across her pale face. There was sweat running down the sides of her face, and her neck glistened as well. He could see her body visibly shaking as she fought against the spell he’d put on the syphoning machine attached to her hands. Alston had actually gotten the