good guess. They both worked for the same guy, the leader of the Russian vampire mafia, known as Rasputin in the history books. What the books don't say is that he found other uses for his formidable persuasive abilities once a Russian prince "killed" him. After lying low for a while, he brought much of the drug running, counterfeiting and illegal magical weapon-selling rackets in Eastern Europe under his control. He'd recently decided to add the North American vamps to his growing business empire by taking over the Senate, and he'd succeeded in killing off four Senate members. But that got him nowhere unless he took out their leader, and the Consul had proven tougher than he'd expected. The whole thing was very Cold War-ish and didn't interest me much, except for the fact that I had accidentally blundered into the middle of it.
After the failed coup, Rasputin had simply disappeared. Thousands of vamps and mages were searching for him, but had so far come up with zilch. Since there aren't many good hiding places, and since Tony and Myra had vanished at the same time, I was betting they were all together. But wherever she was, I had to find her before she recovered from our last meeting, or she would certainly find me. And I doubted I'd enjoy the experience. Or survive it.
But I had promised, and it was intriguing to think that Pritkin and I might be on the same side for a change. The enemy of my enemy might not, in this case, be precisely my friend, but I'd take anything short of outright hostility. I could use all the help I could get, and Casanova had looked very nervous when Pritkin showed up. That might be useful. I dodged a couple of gargoyles wrestling a crate of cabbages up the ramp and started to go back inside. That was when the fun really began.
Chapter 4
"Cassie!" Casanova flew up the loading ramp, trying to minimize his time in the sun. A moment later, my three delinquents came into view, following leisurely in his wake. Great. I'd actually managed to forget about them for a while.
The gargoyles took one look at the trio and began a high-pitched keening that made me want to cover my ears. "Did you see what your stupid enchantments did?" I asked Casanova furiously as he skidded to a stop in front of me. "I could have been killed!”
"We have worse problems.”
I jerked Enyo away from the smallest gargoyle, which she'd been poking at with a stick. The cowering, birdlike creature and his companion went running inside, squawking loudly. "And where were you?" I demanded, too angry to care that annoying an ancient goddess wasn't smart. "You three are always spoiling for a fight, but the first time I need help, you're off getting a manicure!”
It was true-Deino was sporting a new set of bright red nails-but less than fair, considering that they'd helped out in the bar. But I was in no mood to care. The Circle blocking my ward had me seriously rattled, now that I had time to think about it. It was the only defensive weapon I had, and being without it made me feel extremely vulnerable.
Enyo looked offended but let me keep the stick. Pemphredo and Deino crowded around while I resumed my rant at Casanova. "Now Pritkin's half dead," I informed him, "and the mages are sure to be-”
He gripped my arm so tightly that I yelped. "Where is he?" He began fumbling in his coat frantically. "Why can I never find my damn cell phone when I need it? We have to get him medical help, quickly!" For a minute I thought he was being sarcastic, but one look at his face told me otherwise. The guy looked absolutely terrified.
"What is wrong with you? Since when do you care if-”
Casanova left me standing there talking to myself, while he ran indoors. I followed, the Graeae trailing after me. Enyo picked up a broom on the way in and formed it into a weapon by snapping off the head to leave a jagged point. I didn't try to wrestle her for it. She was back to old-lady mode, but she'd probably win anyway.
I reentered the kitchen to find a livid Pritkin being pawed at by a frantic Casanova. The mage knocked the vampire aside hard enough to send him sprawling and glared at the gargoyle who'd helped him. Since he was back on his feet, I had