"I look forward to it."
He hung up. I did the same, then threw the phone at the nearest wall. It hit with a satisfying thud, then clattered to the floor. It didn't make me feel any better.
"That," Azriel said calmly, "probably wasn't wise given that you need the phone to receive the address."
"I know. But I doubt I did any real damage—the cover is thick enough to protect it."
As if to prove my point, the damn phone rang. This time I didn't recognize the tone, so it wasn't a call from anyone in my contacts list.
I climbed to my feet and walked over to retrieve the stupid thing. "Risa Jones."
"Risa, it's Jack from the Directorate," he said, voice brusque. "I'm afraid there's been a—"
"I know," I interrupted. "I just got a call from our favorite psycho."
"Rhoan's still alive?"
"For now. I'm just waiting for his location to be sent to me."
"Good." There was relief in his gravelly tones. "We need to get you here—"
"No," I interrupted again. "He wants a showdown on the astral plane—just him and me. And if you or anyone else gets involved, he's going to blow our bodies to kingdom come."
"He won't even fucking see us coming, let alone get the chance to blow you both up."
"Bright is an IT specialist. They'll be watching from a distance, and they'll detonate the same way."
Jack was silent for a moment, then said, "Fine. We'll play it his way, at least for the moment. The minute you get a location, you contact me. We'll start scanning the area for rogue frequencies and start blocking. Once we have the place locked down, we can storm his location and kill the bastard." He paused. "You'll be all right until then, won't you?"