a deal with a rabid shark.”
“Sharks cannot get rabies. They’re fish.”
My sister waved her hands. “You know what I mean. Don’t do this. We’ll find him another way. We can go to Linus. He likes us.”
I looked her in the eye to make sure I had her attention. “Linus forbade me from attacking Diatheke. Right now we have to stay away from him. If he calls, don’t answer the phone and don’t tell him where we are.”
“What the hell happened at Linus’ ranch?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“What will he do when he finds out you disobeyed?”
I put my hand on the door handle and pushed. “One problem at a time.”
We walked into the lobby. Two surveillance cameras and an automated turret mounted on the ceiling registered our presence. The Spa seemed old but looks were deceiving. It was a state-of-the-art facility. By now our faces had been scanned and run through their database.
“Please don’t do this. Nothing good will come from it.”
She was right, but I had no choice. “Please wait for me. Don’t go anywhere.”
“No, I’m going to drive off and have ice cream.” Arabella rolled her eyes and headed for the elegant reception area equipped with its own coffee bar.
I walked to the officer trapped in a round cage of bulletproof glass.
“Catalina Baylor, Head of House Baylor,” I spoke into the small window covered by a grate. “I’m here to see Victoria Tremaine. It’s urgent.”
“Visitor hours begin at eleven,” the officer behind the glass told me.
“Did you not hear me? I’m here to see my grandmother.”
The officer took a step back, spoke into her headset, and then said to me, “Proceed. Follow the blue line.”
As I passed by the booth, an older white woman sipping her coffee leaned to her visitor, a dark-haired man about my age, and murmured, “Apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”
Ugh.
I followed the blue line, which consisted of a beautiful glass mosaic built into the travertine floor. It brought me to a heavy door, which swung open at my approach, releasing me into the inner garden. Roses bloomed on both sides of the brick and gravel path, behind a row of boxwood. I stopped and waited.
A door opened somewhere. A few seconds later my grandmother walked onto the path from the side. She’d lost weight. Six inches taller than me and two shades paler, my grandmother wore a white blouse of tiny hexagons defined by silver thread, soft grey slacks, and a brocade coat with silver and mother-of-pearl embroidery tracing a pattern over cream fabric. Her silver hair was twisted into an elegant coil on the back of her head. Her makeup was understated but flawless. The only concession to prison she had allowed were her shoes, light grey, expensive, but with a short heel. The type Grandma Frida would have called sensible.
Victoria Tremaine looked at me. Everything about her, from the way she stood to the way she stared, communicated unapologetic power. She turned and walked down the path.
I chased after her, caught up, and fell in step. I had demanded an audience, and now she put me in my place.
“What can I do for you, Head of House Baylor?”
I had rehearsed this speech in the car on the way over, after Arabella woke me up. Looking at her now, I knew none of it would work. She was a truthseeker and she would know if I lied. “I need your help.”
“Obviously. Be more specific.”
“Runa Etterson came to me for help because Diatheke killed her mother and kidnapped her sister. Diatheke had recruited Cristal Ferrer to produce warped killers capable of magic manipulation. Cristal Ferrer has a secret lab, where she’s holding Runa’s sister. Runa’s brother attacked Diatheke. Alessandro Sagredo, who has been working with me, went in to save him, and was teleported to that same lab.”
I paused for a breath.
“So far I fail to see how any of this is my problem.”
“I have to get Alessandro and Halle out of the lab.”
Victoria narrowed her eyes. “This Alessandro, what is he to you?”
“I love him.”
Alarm dashed down my spine. I had admitted it.
“I see. Where do I fit in?”
“Before I took the case, Augustine warned me away from it. His exact words were ‘I know exactly what you’re up against. Sometimes when you search the night, you’ll find monsters in the dark.’ I discovered later that Augustine’s agents caught one of Diatheke’s warped assassins in action. By now Augustine’s people would have extensively surveilled Diatheke. That’s how he operates. He knows where