Yeah, but we can knock out his car or even him. Though it would undoubtedly be easier to do the former rather than the latter. He might be a shifter rather than a vampire, but he was still a guardian and therefore dangerous.
I sat back down and took a sip of beer. I had only half of it left, but I wasn't going to walk over to the bar to get another one. Given our target had entered the building, it was better if I remained where I was.
After a few more minutes, a tall, thin man walked onto the stage and lightly tapped the microphone to get everyone's attention. Unfortunately for him, just about everyone but me ignored him.
"I'm afraid tonight's entertainment has been canceled. The lively Di Shard called in sick at the last moment, and we weren't able to get a replacement."
The news was greeted by general indifference, but it had me frowning. Azriel, has she left again or is she still here?
She's there. I cannot pinpoint her location precisely because doing so means moving closer and increases the chances of her sensing me again.
So why the hell would the manager announce she was unavailable?
I cannot say.
Neither could I, and it was damn worrying. And it wasn't like I needed anything else to worry about given the whole key situation and now Ilianna's disappearance.
I searched for the four psychics again and spotted all but the guardian. I saw him a couple of seconds later as he jumped onto the stage and followed the manager into the back room. He was obviously intending to question the man—something I really would have liked to have done but now couldn't. The guardian might not have recognized me, but he'd know I was wolf. The last thing I needed was him reporting a werewolf working for the vamp council questioning the manager. Rhoan could put two and two together as easily as the next man.
My gaze swept the room again, but I didn't see anything that spiked the internal radar. Then a tall, somewhat slender woman pulled away from the deeper shadows to the left of the stage—in fact, it looked almost as if she was re-forming from them. And maybe she was.
She was tall, brown-haired, and had a faint red stripe running along her center part. She didn't physically resemble either Shard or Summer—except for that stripe—but then, that was no surprise given she was able to take on different forms. And she would, because she knew she was being chased.
I wrapped my hands around my almost empty glass and tried not to be overly obvious about watching her. She looked around the room for several minutes; then her gaze centered on one of the shifters standing near the bar. She strolled toward him and trailed her fingers along the nape of his neck as she sat on the vacant barstool beside him. He jumped as if he'd just been stung, and maybe he had. She was a spider after all.
They began to chat and were soon as animated as old friends. She wasn't overly obvious with her flirting, just went with encouraging smiles and the occasional casual touch. But the psychic energy radiating off her was strong enough that I could feel it from here—and it felt hungry.
I shivered. In the back of my mind, Amaya began humming, the soft sound filled with expectation. This one is not for you, I'm afraid.