“We’re on our way out of your territory,” Jason said. “All we ask is safe passage for a few hundred yards.” He hitched a thumb over his shoulder. “We only want to go as far as the next corridor. Just to the stairwell, then we’re out of your way.”
The vampires spread out, forming a line—and now a total barrier to the closet.
“Safe passage is expensive,” said the one in front. “You want to dance with the devil, you have to be prepared to pay the price.” The female who’d hissed stepped toward him, then draped herself along his side like a languid cat, one hand on his shoulder, the other across his stomach. She made a low growl. There was something very disturbing about watching these kids play at being monsters.... It didn’t help that they actually were monsters.
The other girl pulled a wicked-looking knife from her knee-length gray vest. Its blade gleamed in the overhead lights. She licked her lips.
I guess blood was the price they wanted us to pay.
“We pay the price every day,” Jason said darkly. “You know who we are?”
The boy in front scanned each of us in turn, his dark eyes judging and evaluating.
“I know,” he agreed after a moment. “But your sacrifice doesn’t pay the fee. This is my land. My territory.” He slapped a hand to his chest. “If we let you move through our land, the thieves begin asking questions of us. And we don’t like questions.”
I couldn’t help it. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
“The thieves?” I asked. Scout called my name in warning, but it was too late. All their eyes—dark and dilated—were fixed on me. The boy in front tilted his head and let his gaze slip up and down my body.
Gooseflesh lifted on my arms. Scout squeezed my hand harder and moved incrementally closer, like she could protect me just by being nearer.
“Your magic is young,” he said. “Untested.” He sounded intrigued by the idea,
maybe by the possibility that someday, someone would test it. That thought wasn’t exactly comforting.
I may not have been thrilled to have his attention, but I wasn’t going to cower.
Vampire or not, he wasn’t going to bully me. “It’s been tested enough,” I assured him. “Who are the thieves?”
He blinked slowly, like a drowsy tiger. “I believe you call them ‘Reapers.’ We refer to them as the thieves of life.”
I almost pointed out that he and his crew were vampires. I wasn’t sure how they could drink blood without a little thieving of their own.
“And our passage?” Jason asked, getting the vampire back on track.
“I believe I mentioned the expense?”
“Name your price.” I could hear irritation rising in Jason’s voice . . . and in the new one that chimed in.
“I don’t think the price is yours to name, iubitu.”
We all turned to look behind us. At the other end of the corridor—the one we needed to get to—stood another group with the same dark hair and the same black eyes, the same young skin and very old eyes. But these vampires wore lighter colors, and their clothes were all old-fashioned. Pencil skirts, red lipstick, and short fur coats for the girls; greased-back hair and long trousers for the guys. They looked like they’d stepped right out of the 1940s.
At the front of the group was a girl with long blond hair that fell in tight curls across her shoulders. She was the one who’d spoken.
The boy in black spoke again. “This is not your concern, Marlena.”
“Oh, but it is my concern,” Marlena replied. “You’re here, entertaining guests, in my territory.”
Oh, great. Not only were we standing in the middle of a mess of vampires, we’d walked into some kind of fangy landgrab.
The boy showed his fangs to Marlena, and my heart began to thud in my chest like a bass drum. I felt like I was standing in a room with a wild animal . . . or a pack of them.
“Your territory stops three blocks back, Nicu.”
“My territory stops where I say it stops.”
I leaned toward Scout. “Are they arguing about a couple of blocks of industrial carpeting?”
“Not just carpeting—entrances and exits to the tunnels. They control getting in and getting out from the Pedway. That means Adepts, Reapers, and anyone else who uses them. That’s why we avoid the Pedway.”
“Guess they’re a little fuzzy on the boundaries right now.”
“Sounds like it,” she agreed.
“Lily?” Jason asked, without turning around. “Can you do something if we need it?”
“Yes,” I told him, answering the unspoken question—could I use firespell to take them out? “But it’s a lot easier if they’re standing together.”
“Perhaps now is not the time to have this discussion,” Nicu said. “Not when there are Adepts in our midst.”
Marlena barked out a laugh. “I don’t care anything about Adepts, iubitu. Nor, I think, do they care for us.” She put her hands on her hips, her short red nails tapping against her skirt. “Are you scared?”
This time, the bravado came from Paul. “Hardly. But we do have things to do tonight. So if you’ll give us passage, we’ll get out of your way.”
Marlena and her crew took a step forward, their movements synchronized.
“Vampires do not give. Vampires take.”
Paul made a sarcastic noise. “You think no one will notice if you harm us here?
You think no one will care if you spill Adept blood in your hallways?”
“I think I find it amusing you believe we would spill your blood.” She ran the tip of her tongue across one of her inch-long canines. “Oh, to be young again.”
Ironic, I thought, since she looked like she was barely older than me.
“Lily?” Jason prompted.
“I’m not sure I have enough juice to take two shots,” I whispered. Even if I took out Nicu’s crew, that left another set of vampires who clearly weren’t conflicted about drinking from well-intentioned teenagers.
“No worries, Shepherd,” Scout quietly said. “I got this one. Parker, rile them up.
I’ll keep them talking. And when I give the word, lose the lights.”
Scout’s lids fell, and she began to mouth words. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but it must have been a spell. I also had no idea what she was planning, but I trusted her. She’d been an Adept longer than I’d been in high school, so I ignored the panicked roll in my stomach, sucked in a breath, and took a step to the left—
directly into their line of sight.
“Hi,” I said, waving until all eyes were on me. “So, Nicu, what were you saying earlier about this being your land? I think you said this was your territory?”
Just as I’d predicted, Marlena wasn’t thrilled by that. She let out a low, threatening growl. “Your kingdom? Such hubris from someone so undeserving of it.”
The woman who’d wrapped herself around Nicu untwined her arms and pulled out her own set of weapons—some kind of sharp, round blades that fit over her knuckles. Nothing you wanted to run into in a dark ally—or even a well-lit pedestrian walkway.
“And what have you done to deserve it, you harpy?”
“Me? I honor our memories, our traditions. You, on the other hand, are an embarrassment to the vampyr,” Marlena said. “You and yours are pitiful. And we know that you are weak.”
The vampires around Nicu began to hiss and show their fangs. He glared across at Marlena, his eyes half-hooded. “Never forget, Marlena, who made me vampire.”
“Mistakes,” she growled out, “can be remedied.”
Scout was still mouthing her spell. With each word she spoke, the vampires seemed to become more and more angry. Soon they were screaming at each other in a heavy language I didn’t understand.
I stood at the ready, hands at my sides, wiggling my fingertips as I waited for Scout to give me the signal to douse the lights.