the gravestone, and there was a body crumpled on the other side of the grave. I couldn't see many details, but I'd seen enough bodies by moonlight to know that much.
Ellen was walking toward the grave from farther out in the cemetery. Had she been checking on her circle of power? Did she need to be that close to it to check it? If she couldn't just think and know, then she really wasn't that powerful. Being a werelion should have made her a more powerful psychic, so either she was that insecure or she'd sucked before becoming one of them.
Nicky and I got close enough and the figure sitting by the grave turned and looked at us. I saw the dark hair and the angular face. Silas was too hurt to stand, so why wasn't he at a hospital?
I asked Jacob, who was just behind us. "Why isn't Silas at a hospital?"
"We can't explain the wound, and we don't want the police involved."
"That was a silver blade," I said.
"We figured that out," he said, and his voice was unhappy enough that I didn't have to know the nuances of it to hear the tone.
"You damn near gutted him, Anita," Nicky said.
"We'll get him to a doctor, but not until after the job is done." There was a thread of anger that I didn't quite understand.
"You're punishing Silas, why?"
Ellen answered as she came up on the other side of the grave. "He overdosed the hooker. He was only supposed to give her enough to make her compliant."
"What?" I asked.
"He was supposed to get the human sacrifice," Nicky said.
I stopped walking and turned to see Jacob. I'd forgotten about Silas's errand. How could I have forgotten? "So some poor working girl gets into Silas's car and never goes home again?"
"Would you rather we pick some random stranger off the street for it?" Jacob asked.
I let go of Nicky's hand and stared at them all. "What kind of people are you to have agreed to this?"
"She's a meth-addicted hooker. Dying quick and easy tonight is better than what she'll do to herself." Jacob said.
"Fuck that," I said, and was up in his face. "That was not your choice. You had no right."
"I am the Rex of this pride; I have every right."
I looked at him, and he met the look, and then dropped his gaze. "You didn't feel right about this one, and the more you learned the less you liked it."
"Get out of my head!"
"I'm not in your head, Jacob; I'm looking at your face. It must be a lot of money."
He glared at me. "It is."
"Enough money?" I said.
"Raise the zombie, and we'll find out."
" Bennington 's wrong, you know. I don't need a human sacrifice to raise his wife."
"He thinks you do."
"Jacob," someone said, and it was the first time I'd heard Silas's voice. It was deep to match the size of him. He was more than a head taller than either of the others. "Why are you talking to her?"
"I am Rex, not you. You don't get to question me, with your mistakes while you're dying on the ground and bleeding out your gut."
Silas struggled to his feet, using the gravestone to help him stand. Bennington backed away from him with a look of disgust. I wasn't sure if it was the bloody bandages on the front of him or something personal about Silas that he didn't like.
"She's rolled you both."
"She's rolled Nicky."
"No, she's rolled you both." Silas pushed himself away from the grave, one big hand tight to his stomach, just above his belt, as if he were holding something inside.
"How's the stomachache, Silas?" I asked.
Jacob gave me a look. "Don't help," he said.
Bennington said, "Oh, my God!" We all looked back and found Silas raising a gun. Ellen screamed, "Silas, no!"
He was pointing it at me as Nicky moved in front to shield me. "Put it down, Silas," Jacob said. "I won't ask twice."
"She has mind-fucked you both," Silas said. I couldn't see around Nicky's body, but he was looking behind us, and suddenly we were headed for the ground, him riding me down. Gunshots sounded, and I couldn't see who was shooting. I was trapped under Nicky's body, completely shielded from whatever was happening. The guns were thunderous in the silence. For a second I wasn't sure how many guns had gone off, and then I heard Jacob cursing. "What the fuck, Silas? What the fuck?"
Nicky rose up enough to look behind us, and then