Carter: He just came to Midnight Reverie. Thought you should know.
I grinned.
Kaliya: I guess tonight is going to be a good one for you. I’ll be there, asap. Keep an eye on him.
My phone dinged several times as I rushed to get ready. Grabbing my bag, I threw in whatever weapons I figured I may need. It took me close to an hour and a half to get into Downtown Phoenix on a good day. Saturday night while everyone was running around to party? I checked the time and hissed. It was already eleven. I could speed and maybe get there by midnight, but I had to go fast.
Did I remember to get the fae to refresh the Look Away charm on my work car?
I couldn’t remember, but I was going to test it anyway.
When I hopped into my work car, a black BMW M6, I was ready for anything. It had taken less than fifteen minutes for me to get ready, even picking out an outfit that would help me blend in. I knew my roads well enough that I didn’t care about the high speeds or staying in my lanes. Once I was on Interstate 10, I put the gas pedal to the floor and let the car skyrocket to over one hundred and thirty. If I made good time, I could be there right around midnight.
I flew through Phoenix and proved the Look Away charm still worked as I passed by several police officers patrolling the streets. I knew where Midnight Reverie was, the blood club run by the vampires. They attracted lots of young people to go clubbing, then took advantage of what too much alcohol and drugs could do to an early twenty something. They kept a witch and a fae on the payroll, in case any memory tampering had to be done, even though vampires were generally good at keeping their secret. They weren’t one of the ‘out’ supernatural species and probably never could be, considering their diet.
I parked in a back alley a block away from the club, making sure there were no warnings against it. Pulling out my phone, I saw Carter had messaged me a couple more times while I was driving.
Carter: Kaliya, you can’t come get into a fight with him.
Carter: He’s talking to my Mistress, but I can’t hear about what.
Carter: It seems like he just wants to enjoy a night at the club. He has a couple of people with him, but I haven’t heard their names. Why am I doing this for you again?
I chuckled and replied, typing fast. Carter was a young vampire, thirty, turned only a decade ago. I had been there, and he had looked up to me early on. I was the one who set him up with the nest in Phoenix. He was a good kid and I enjoyed his antics, but I was glad I put him with the nest. He always proved useful when I got into something and needed eyes on the city’s vamps.
Kaliya: Are either of his people guys? If so, ask one of them to dance. Maybe something will slip.
Carter: Are you fucking serious?
Kaliya: Do I joke?
Carter: They’re both dudes. The fae, though…he’s cute. Are you going to come inside?
Kaliya: Are you crazy? Of course I’m not going to go inside, especially if Sinclair is around. He’ll know something is up. He doesn’t know you, though. I don’t think he’s dug that far into my personal life. He and I keep it professional for the most part.
Carter: ‘Professional’ meaning you want to kill each other for strictly business reasons.
Kaliya: Pretty much.
I shoved my phone into my pocket and leaned against the driver’s side of my car. My laptop was in my bag, and I was hoping for one of two things—the names of Sinclair’s friends or the place they were staying. Carter liked sex and flirting, so I had no doubt if he could get one of them to dance, he could get them talking.
My phone didn’t buzz in my pocket for nearly an hour. I stood there, guarding my car, waiting for word, and resisted the urge to leave and find out if Carter had gotten into trouble. Hopefully, he was really hitting it off with the fae guy, not getting hit by the fae guy. With Sinclair’s type of crowd, either was a possibility.
He’s a big boy. Carter wouldn’t go into a dark alley with a stranger…