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have belonged to a gambler who had unwisely welshed on a bet. I heard him warn one guy that, at this casino, gambling money you didn't have wouldn't get you a little ahead. It would get you "a little head.”
The woman who had thrown the thong, a buxom blonde who had about five pounds to go before another adjective would be required, snatched her property off the floor and gave Marlowe an evil look. She stood by the stage and flapped the tiny piece of lace like it was a handkerchief, but Elvis' eyes were far too glazed to notice. His face was the color of mildewed grout and his jet-black toupee had slid to the right, exposing a line of greenish white flesh over his left ear. Fortunately, he'd segued into "Love Me Tender," which didn't require so many gyrations. Maybe the toupee would last the night after all.
The head stopped humming when the song ended and rolled its eyes around to me. "Did you hear about the comedian who entertained at a werewolves' party?" it asked chattily. Marlowe and I ignored it. "He had them howling in the aisles!”
A zombie waiter dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that clashed with his gray skin and Bermuda shorts that showed off his shriveled legs was threading his way through the tables in our direction. I watched him come closer and realized that without knowing it I'd finished off the martini Marlowe had given me. The alcohol did seem to have helped my head, but not my mood, which was getting darker by the minute. I had a good reason: Tomas had been right; the geis was still there.
That constant miserable pressure was back. I could feel it, a shimmering cord stretching from me across the desert to MAGIC. I tried strengthening my shields, but the glimmering strands shot right through them. But at least there was no crushing pain this time. Maybe becoming Pythia had gained me something, after all, or maybe the geis just needed time to compensate for my new power level. In any case, I was grateful for the reprieve.
"Where are the others?" I asked. Billy could be a real help letting us know when the Circle's reinforcements were coming.
"I have not seen the pixie or the girl. But the mage came through the portal with you," Marlowe said, keeping an eye on the six figures that had fanned out on either side of the entrance. They were all wearing long leather topcoats that had to be stifling even in air-conditioning. Coats that looked like copies of Pritkin's. Several more, I noticed now, were in a similar position near the small side exit. "I rendered him unconscious and locked him in the back room.”
"That won't hold him for long.”
"Cassie, if we're here much longer, Pritkin will be the least of our worries." The waiter sat a pitcher of martinis and a dish of olives on the table. Marlowe appropriated the pitcher, leaving me only a coconut carved to resemble one of the shrunken heads. The pina colada inside had possibly had a bottle of rum waved over it at some point, but none had made it inside. I sighed and drank it anyway.
"Okay, how about a riddle," the head burbled. "What's the best way to a vampire's heart?" It paused for a couple of beats. "Through his rib cage!”
The big blonde, who'd been getting increasingly strident in her attempts to gain the King's attention, finally decided the heck with it and crawled up onstage. Despite wearing stiletto heels, she managed to get within a few feet of him before the bar's discreetly dressed security people grabbed her. Casanova, who was standing next to the stage, smoothed over the potential debacle by sending in a handsome Latino. The no-doubt incubus-possessed man led the woman off to the bar with a smile that promised to make her forget all about dead rock stars.
"If that was Casanova's idea of a diversion, he falls really short of his reputation.”
"It wasn't." Marlowe sounded sure.
"How do you know?”
"Because, unless I miss my guess, the cavalry has arrived.”
I followed his gaze to where a trio of terribly old Greeks had just toddled into view, bearing gifts. They didn't come through the main entrance, where the mages had visibly stiffened at the sight of them, but from the side door near the bar. The guards for that door had disappeared. One of the bartenders, a gorgeous guy wearing only a pith helmet and a tiny pair