good to go. "We can worry about that if it happens. Got to run. Call me tomorrow?"
"Sure. Be careful around Caine." Rafe slapped the car hood as I backed out. "A drunk vampire is unpredictable as hell."
Unpredictable as hell. I'd just had a demo of how unpredictable hell could be and it didn't exactly encourage me. When I got to Zilker Park and realized I'd be one of a cast of thousands, I wondered if driving had been such a great idea. I parked in the darkest area I could find, near some trees, and shifted so I could fly up close to the stage and spot Nathan. A local band was opening for Ray and had the crowd dancing and pushing toward the stage.
Just as I saw Nate talking to the members of Ray's band, the local musicians came to a loud and successful conclusion if the roars of the crowd were any indication. Lights came up, along with an announcement that there would be a brief intermission before Ray and his band performed. I found a spot to shift back and strolled up to Nate, my shades firmly in place.
"Hey, look, it's Glory. Long time no see, babe." I was wrapped in strong arms, then passed around among the guys in the band. I sure didn't mind it. They were all good-looking and nice when they weren't high. Which none of them were tonight I was happy to notice. No sign of Ray. Finally I was left with Nate.
"Great to see all of you. Break a leg or whatever." I waved them off as they went to gather their instruments before the performance started.
"Glory, am I glad to see you." Nate grabbed my arm. "Come with me." He hustled me toward an RV parked at the curb near the back of the stage. The area had been cordoned off and few vehicles other than the large trucks that had hauled in the sound equipment had been allowed to park there. Beefy security guards kept the curious away.
"Where's Ray?" I looked around but didn't see him. I did, though, seem to sense another vampire in the area.
"He's in there. And he's not alone." Nate frowned and knocked on the door.
"Go 'way." Ray's voice. Though it was slurred, I'd know it anywhere.
"Ray, let me in." I banged on the door with my fist. "It's almost time for you to go on."
The door was flung open. "Glory, babe! Come in and join the party." Ray swayed in the doorway. He wore his favorite black silk boxers and nothing else. He frowned when he saw Nate beside me. "Hey, buddy. Best stay outside." He shook his head. "Fangers only, you dig?"
Nate gave me a look. "You okay with that?"
"Sure. Go take care of band business." I squeezed his hand. "How long before he needs to take the stage?"
"Thirty minutes, max." Nate backed away from the doorway. "Be careful, Glory." He finally looked at Ray, his best friend. "Damn it, Ray, pull yourself together." Then he turned and walked away.
"What's he pissed about?" Ray pulled me inside the cramped trailer. "Come meet Tiffany. Tiff, this is Glory, my mentor."
"Hey." The woman lounging on the small bunk at the end of the bed wore less than Ray and didn't bother to cover herself.
I nodded, trying not to stare at her perfect breasts on display or her slim hips, which were clad in nothing but a scrap of black lace.
"Ray, we need to talk. Tiffany, would you excuse us? Maybe Nate can find you a good spot to watch the concert." I managed a smile.
"Fine." Tiffany began to gather her clothes, which included a very brief skirt, tiny top and a pair of five-inch heels. In less time than it took Ray to refill his glass, she was dressed and at the door. "Later, Ray."
"You bet." He met her at the door, squeezed her perfect ass, then watched her step outside. He turned and frowned at me. "So what's this about? I don't usually let someone else run my women off like that." He took a deep swallow of what I could tell by the smell was the synthetic that had alcohol in it.
"Your drinking." I moved closer and grabbed his glass, throwing it into the small stainless steel sink. "Damn it, Ray, what the hell are you thinking? You've got a concert in less than half an hour and you can barely stand."
I swear Ray growled at me, but seemed to catch himself. He