"Oh, I can just imagine how well she took that." She chuckled softly. "Still, it will be interesting to see if we come up with the same names."
If they did, then those vampires had to be next in line for questioning. And if I was going to be the one doing the questioning, then Azriel was going to be watching my back. Not that he was doing such a good job of it right at this moment.
"On the contrary," he said softly, suddenly appearing beside me. His gaze met mine, oddly full of censure. "I am aware of everything that is going on in this place. Do not doubt that, even if you doubt me in general."
I frowned. "Did you discover anything?"
"Yes." He glanced at Alston. "The thing that attacked you is a Maniae."
"And that is?"
"The Maniae are the spirits of madness and death. They are related to the Erinyes, the deities of vengeance."
Holy cow, I thought, blinking. We weren’t just dealing with ordinary, everyday bad guys here, but old Greek gods!
Could the day get any fucking worse?
Chapter Three
"YES, IT COULD," AZRIEL MURMURED, AMUSEMENT crinkling the corners of his eyes, "because they cannot be killed."
"Oh, fabulous." I raked a hand through my hair. Hunter was not going to be pleased.
"Could someone please explain what the hell a Maniae is?" Alston said irritably.
He glanced at her, expression noncommittal. "As I said, the Maniae are spirits—daemones—of madness or death. They, like the Erinyes, can be summoned by those seeking vengeance for crimes against the natural order."
She glanced at me. "Does death always speak in riddles?"