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humans.” He shuddered. “Not too bright, was he? But you won’t live to cast that spell, much less go in after your precious warrior. Don’t you know that all the baddies out there hate your guts? You’re a walking dead woman.”
    “All the baddies?” And this guy was supposed to be an ancient? I narrowed my eyes. “How old are you?”
    “Nearly as old as that goddess you have there.” He looked at her. “Goddess of the hunt?”
    Phro merely crossed her arms and lifted one eyebrow.
    “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m just not that popular.” I took a deep breath. Tact, I reminded myself again.
    He clucked his tongue. “You killed the Dark One.”
    “Are you talking about the Dweller on the Threshold?”
    He nodded slowly. “I like that.” Fluttering his cape, he grinned. “What a deliciously dark name! Not that it matters to you, but his coming has been celebrated and planned for centuries. All creatures of the night sensed his arrival and were preparing for the coming time of darkness. It was to be wondrous! Finally, the smarter and more powerful creatures would rule over the humans.” He snarled, tiny eyes disappearing as he squinted. “But you stopped it. Everyone’s out for your blood, and they’ll get it.”
    “Are you out for my blood?”
    He shrugged. “No, blood from the magical does something horrible to my stomach. But trust me, your time will still come. There are other more powerful beings helping to right things.”
    I sighed and tapped my foot. “Enough of this. I want my warrior back and I want your blood to do it. Are you gonna share or not?”
    Elsa did more than sigh. She pulled her gun back out. “I don’t see why we’re giving this thing a choice.” She pointed the Glock at his tiny head. “I’m a cop and I know what you’re doing with those white flowers over there. I can certainly find a way to lock you up.”
    “A cop. With lovely, tasty, human blood,” he said. “I like a woman with an ego and yours is obviously huge.” He stuck out his hip and gave her a sultry look. “Have you ever heard the saying about six inches being all you need?”
    “Oh you did not just say that to me.” Elsa flipped off the safety. “How about I shove six inches of this gun up your ass?”
    I cracked up. Couldn’t help it. Putting my hand out to stop her, I swallowed back more laughter because it still hurt my smoke-damaged throat. “Let me just get him, okay?” I was trying to figure out how to grab him and what to put him in when I heard Blythe muttering another spell.
    Just then, the entire tabletop lit up. Then one corner of the warehouse. Then another.
    “Blythe! The damned flowers!” I had no idea what burning magical datura would do to us, was pretty sure I didn’t want to find out either. For the second time in one night, we were facing fire. “This fire crap is getting old—stop with the magic!”
    The vamp squealed and fluttered higher. “Oh my treasures! My beautiful treasures!” He ripped off his cape and started beating at the flaming doll furniture. Then he left us entirely for his flowers. The destruction of plant life would have rendered a regular sprite or pixie useless. Tied to nature as they were, they’d feel the pain of the tortured plants. I started to feel a little sorry for the thing when he moaned.
    “He’s disgusting,” Blythe yelled over the suddenly loud sounds of pots exploding. “Don’t you see he’s six inches tall? Do you get what he was saying?”
    “I got it, Blythe.” I rolled my eyes. Scanning the flowers, I caught a glimpse of red zip by, heard mini-thunder cussing. I looked around for something to trap him in. We weren’t leaving without him. “I’m tired of the fire. We need to find Sophie before we even think about attempting that dimension spell.”
    “I was just trying to bind him,” Blythe muttered, biting her lip as shiny tears filled her ridiculously big eyes.
    “Without your yellow binding