law enforcement backup, but I canât tell you who could dance some of the old routines you perform here at Danse every night.â
âNathaniel might know, too,â Damian said.
âYeah, or Jason,â I said.
âIâll ask them, and could I find you after I shower and change to talk about everything?â
âText me when youâre done showering and changed. If weâre at a stopping point, Iâll text you back, but if I donât reply, then weâll talk an hour before dawn like we planned.â
âFair enough,â he said, but he still stood there shirtless and looking lost. If I hadnât been afraid of touching him again, Iâd have given him a hug. Since I couldnât do that, I went for the door. I had a rare night off and a date. Thereâd been a time when I would have allowed Damianâs issues to derail the whole night, but there was always a fresh emergency, and there always would be. Police work had taught me that, and it had taught me something else: that if I wanted to have a life outside of the blood, death, and scary stuff, I had to fight for it. I had to protect my free time as fiercely as I did anything else in my life, because if I didnât, then my âlifeâ would be another casualty as surely as any other crime victim.
I kept my metaphysical shields as tight as I could between me and the vampire behind me, because otherwise Iâd have felt all the emotions that were making him look lost and I might not have been able to go for the door. I reached for the door, and it crashed open toward me. I jumped backward, pulling my gun as I moved, just automatic when a door opened with that much angry force. If it was someone whoâd done it by accident, Iâd apologize for scaring them, but I didnât have to apologize, because it was Cardinale and she hadnât come to be scaredâsheâd come to be scary.
In her stilettos she was over six feet tall, all thin bones and angles, the makeup that carved her face into model-perfect beauty floating on the white glow of her skin like water lilies on a pool. The cross inside my blouse was warm. I kept one hand very steady on the gun and used the other to drag the chain up and put the glowing cross on the outside of the silk. It wasnât glowing bright enough to burn flesh yet, but it could. Holy fire wasnât always careful what it burned when evil was in the room.
I could see the bones in Cardinaleâs skull as she turned to look at me, like shapes half seen under the glow of her flesh. I should have sensed her that deep in her power, so close, which meant Iâd been shielding from Damian too hard to sense any other vampire.
âDonât shoot her, Anita!â
âIâd rather you shoot me than fuck him behind my back.â She yelled it at me, her teeth and fangs moving almost like one of those X-ray short films they used to show in biology class, except this image glowed like light carved into a pretty monster. Her long red hair fanned around her glowing skull like airborne blood frozen in a cloud that would not fall to the floor, her eyes were like blue fire.
âI havenât touched Damian since you told me you were monogamous.â I was having to squint against the growing glow of my own cross, like having a white star hanging around my neck; soon Iâd be blind except for the light. I had to shoot her before that happened, or I wouldnât be able to see to aim. I hated to kill Cardinale over a jealous misunderstanding, but Iâd hate her tearing my throat out even more.
âTone the power down, Cardinale, or I will shoot you!â
âWe were just talking about my illness, Cardinale.â
âYou stand there half naked with her bloody nail marks down your back and you were just talking!â She screamed it at him and moved toward him, which was better than her moving toward me.
âI started sweating blood again. I could