Industrial Magic
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Savannah, I said. And the only thing I learned was that the purest form of evil isnt something like a Cabal. Its the person whos willing to sacrifice another to save herself.
Jaimes gaze followed our exchange with interest. Before she could comment, Lucas spoke.
So, having decided that both avenues are equally likely, may I suggest we pursue both? The fact that we are likely now dealing with a vampire explains why none of my contacts heard of such a situation, since vampires have little contact with other supernaturals. That means Ill have to go directly to the Cabals for information or, more accurately, through my father, who can ask about specific instances where a vampire may have had Cabal contact. Meanwhile, perhaps Cassandra could help Paige contact the vampire community, assess the general mood and any Cabal-related rumors.
I dont believe I offered to help, Cassandra said. This isnt my problem.
No? Jaime said. Isnt that why you serve on the interracial council? So if a vamp goes rogue, you can take him out? Every race does it, monitors their own. We have to.
This isnt the same. Youre asking me to betray my own. To sneak Paige into their midst and gather information to be used against us.
No, I said. Were asking you to sneak me in to gather info that can be used to help youall of you. Cabals dont like vamps now. How do you think theyre going to react when they find out its a vampire who has been killing their kids?
Im not concerned about retaliation.
Good. Then you can go home, Cassandra. I can get what Lucas wants without you.
Cassandras lips curved as she reclined against the cushions. You need to work on your bluffing, Paige. Your technique is far too obvious.
I grabbed my purse and headed for the bedroom.
It wont work, Paige, Cassandra called after me. Your only other vampire contact is Lawrence and hes been in Europe for two years. Youll be lucky if he remembers your name. He certainly wont rush back here to help you.
As my fingers grazed the bedroom door handle, I stopped. I knew I should take the high road, phone my contact, and ignore her taunts. But I couldnt, not with Cassandra. I flipped open my Palm, clicked on my phone book, found an entry, strode back, and held it up for Cassandra.
She read it and blinked. And, in that small reaction, I took more pleasure than I liked to admit.
Aaron? she said. When did he give you
After we rescued him from the compound. He told Jeremy and me that anytime we needed something vampire-related, we could call him.
Jeremy might not appreciate your calling in a joint favorthat doesnt benefit werewolves.
Which is why Ill phone him first. But we both know hell tell me to go ahead.
Werewolves rescuing vampires? Jaime murmured. Someday, you have got to tell me this story. Well, Cass, looks like shes trumped you. Time to lay down your cards and go home.
Is she here for a reason? Cassandra said.
I dont want to bicker with you, Cassandra, I said. I appreciate what you did this morning, helping us hunt for Stephen, but please, go on home. We can handle this.
As my tone softened, the fire leached from her eyes. She sighed and reached for my Palm.
Let me call Aaron, she said. Save your marker for another time.
I hesitated. Maybe thats not such a good idea. Unless I seriously misread things, Aaron seemed pretty miffed with you back at the compound.
It was a misunderstanding.
The last time he saw you, you turned him over to an angry Romanian mob and fled for your life. Call me crazy, but I dont think theres much wiggle room for misunderstanding there.
Across the room, Jaime snorted a laugh. Cassandra glared at her, then turned back to me.
I didnt hand him over to the mob, she said. I simply left him there. I knew he could handle himself. Anyway, none of that matters now. Were back on good terms.
Such good terms that you dont have his phone number?
She plucked the Palm from my hand, marched into the bedroom, and closed the door.
Two hours later I was boarding a plane for Atlanta, to meet with Aaron. Unfortunately, I was not alone, having been unable to convince Cassandra that she had better things to do. I tried to be gracious by saying Id understand if she preferred to fly first class. My kindness, though, only provoked a similar outpouring of generosity, and she treated me to a first-class seat next to hers.
Id brought my laptop and, as soon as we were seated, set to work catching up on my business e-mail. Cassandra stayed quiet until the plane lifted off.
I hear from Kenneth that youre trying to start a new Coven, she began.
Not really, I mumbled, and typed faster.
Well, thats good.
I stopped, fingers poised above the keyboard. Then, with great effort, I forced them back to the keys and resumed typing. Do not rise to the bait. Do not rise
I told him I couldnt imagine youd do anything so foolish.
Type faster. Harder. Do not stop.
I can understand why youd want to. It must be very hard on your ego. Getting kicked out of your Coven. And as Leader, no less.