“So now Jaime was about to tell us what Edward needs to reopen the portal,” I finished.
“Well, like I said, the key ingredient is the black-magic standby, a good ol’ human sacrifice. If Edward performs the sacrifice on the exact spot that the portal opened, it’ll reopen for a couple of minutes.”
“So what’s to say he hasn’t done this already?” Cassandra said. “He’s a vampire. He could have taken a victim by now and gone through the portal.”
“I’m getting to that,” Jaime said. “As I told Paige, I knew he needed a specific victim. According to the necromantic ritual book, he needs to shed the blood of someone who passed through the portal.”
“What?” Cassandra said. “That’s ridiculous. You’ve made a mistake, Jaime. Obviously, if they passed through the portal, they aren’t here to—”
Aaron clamped a hand over Cassandra’s mouth. “Continue, please, Jaime.”
“Cassandra’s right,” Jaime said. “Most people who pass through a portal never return, so the ritual doesn’t actually mean you need to kill—or rekill—the person who went through. That would work, but the ritual means figurative blood—the blood of the closest same-sex relative. That leaves four possibilities, since two of you went through. Someone could use Paige’s mother or daughter, or Lucas’s father or son. Now, I know Paige’s mom has passed over, so unless one of you guys has a kid stashed away—which I seriously doubt—that leaves one possibility.”
“My father,” Lucas murmured.
“And Edward has how long left?” I said. “About twenty-four hours before the portal closes for good? That leaves him one day to kidnap and kill the Cortez Cabal CEO. Right now, I bet Edward’s seriously researching the ‘hidden child’ theory. It would be near-impossible to get Benicio.”
“Perhaps,” Jeremy said. “But if he’s as determined as he seems, he’ll certainly try.”
“I should warn him,” Lucas said.
As he rose, he brushed his hand against my arm. I looked up and he nodded, almost imperceptibly, toward the bedroom, asking me to join him. I followed. Less than thirty seconds into the call, I understood why he felt the need for a little moral support.
“No, Papá,” he said firmly. “I am in absolutely no danger. This is about you—” Pause. “No, my blood—” Pause. “My blood won’t—” Pause. “Papá, listen to me. Please. Edward can’t use my blood for the ritual.”
The lie flowed so smoothly even I almost wondered whether I’d misunderstood Jaime.
“Consider it logically, Papá,” Lucas continued. “Why would the ritual require the blood of the person who passed through? That person is gone and, in almost every case, not coming back. In most sacrificial rituals, if the original subject is no longer available, you must use the nearest same-sex blood relative, correct?”
A brief pause. Lucas’s lips parted in a silent sigh of relief.
“Yes, that’s right,” he said. “Therefore you are the one in danger. I know you’re extremely security-conscious already, but this will require additional protection. For the next twenty-four hours, you should excuse yourself from public life and—”
Lucas stopped and listened, frown lines deepening with each passing second.
“Yes, yes, I do remember your mentioning it, but—” Pause. “In this one case, I believe you have a reasonable excuse for not attending—” Pause. “Yes, perhaps it would be a way to trap him, but—” Another sigh, this one audible. His eyes cut to me. “Let me speak to Paige, and I’ll phone you back.”
“What’s this about trapping Edward?” I said as Lucas hung up.
“My father is scheduled to make an appearance tonight—a semipublic appearance—and he refuses to bow out. He hopes Edward will show up.”
“The charity masquerade,” I said. “For the New York firefighters.”
“Precisely.”
“Would Edward know he’s there?”
“It’s a large event, well covered in the media. The Cortez Corporation is a cosponsor, and my father is expected to attend. Edward would only need to pick up today’s paper to see that. That may also explain why the cab dropped him off at the Caribbean marketplace. It would be an excellent place to get costume fixings.” He swore under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Perhaps I can still talk him out of it—”
“You won’t,” I said. “He’s not going to that safe house any more than you are. We have to deal with it. Let’s go talk to the others.”
As we walked back into the main room, Elena was talking.
“Okay,” she said. “This is dead obvious so, since no one else is bringing it up, I know I’m missing something. We’re assuming that Edward wants to go back through the portal to get to