"She'll be at the Hallowed Ground from midday today."
Which at least explained why Hunter wasn't going to interview the woman herself. She might be an extremely old vampire—and therefore able to stand far more sunshine than most—but the lunchtime hours were still as deadly to her as sunlight was to any of them. "Isn't it a little unusual for nightclubs to be open during the day?"
"Hallowed Ground has been around for a long time." She hesitated. "It is a haunt for those who might otherwise be alone during daylight restrictions."
Dread filled me. "Does that mean it's another blood whore club?" And if it was, why were they bothering to provide musical entertainment? It wasn't like the addicted vampires would care about anything other than getting their next fix.
"No," she said, voice cool but still holding an edge that sent chills down my spine. "Although it wouldn't matter if it was. You would still be going."
There was never any doubt about that. "I'll report back the minute I talk to her."
"If she is the one—report sooner."
Or else, her tone implied. I was suddenly grateful I'd had the foresight not to use the vid-phone. "Fine."
"Make sure you talk to the owner, not the manager. He is next to useless."
I frowned at the odd edge of amusement in her voice. There was something going on that I didn't understand. But I didn't bother questioning her because she had already hung up.
I tossed the phone onto the vanity, then had a quick shower. Once dressed, I headed into Tao's room. And noted, with some annoyance, that Azriel had yet to make his appearance. Apparently, when reapers were in a snit, they did it properly.
Ilianna was asleep on the chair next to Tao's bed, but started awake when I walked in. I grimaced. "Sorry. I didn't mean—"
She waved the apology away, then rubbed at her neck as she sat upright. "I've got to be up, anyway. I promised I'd ring Carwyn to confirm tonight's date."
I raised my eyebrows. "You're actually going?"
She frowned. "I told you I was."