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fought alongside the rest of us against demons, ghouls, and zombies, and there was no way we could fault his courage. All in all, his indiscretions aside, Chase was one of the good guys.
    I leaned up on my tiptoes and did something I rarely did—even with my sisters. I gave him a peck on the cheek.
    He blinked, slowly raising his hand to his cheek. “What was that for?”
    “The fact that you have to ask means you earned it, dude. Now shut up and let’s get in there. We’ve got a serial killer to catch.”
     
    So—I guess it’s roll call time. I’m Menolly D’Artigo, jian-tu turned vampire. Jian-tu means . . . well, the most equivalent job over Earthside would be ninja without so much assassin attached to it. But I fell—literally—into a nest of vampires. Dredge, the most villainous piece of filth that Otherworld had ever seen, caught me, tortured me, raped me, killed me, and brought me back as a vampire. After that, I spent the next year in rehab learning how not to kill my family or friends.
    I’m half-Fae, half-human, and along with my sisters Camille, a wicked good witch and priestess of the Moon Mother, and Delilah, a werecat who’s also a Death Maiden, I work for the Otherworld Intelligence Agency. Or rather, worked . Until a couple weeks ago. You see, last month the queen of our home city-state and her lover—our father— disowned Camille for traitorous activity. It was a frame-up, not so pure and not so simple. Delilah and I backed her and got ourselves tossed out on our ears, too, so we now all work for Queen Asteria, the monarch of Elqaneve, the elven lands.
    We’re in the middle of a nasty demonic war, trying to prevent Shadow Wing, the demon lord in control of the Subterranean Realms, from pulling a major coup on Earth and Otherworld. To do so, he needs to gather as many of the spirit seals—parts of an ancient artifact—as he can. We’re trying to get to them first, so it’s a race. We’ve managed to keep five away from him. He’s got one. Three are up for grabs.
    So far, we’ve kept him and his hordes at bay, but a month ago they trashed our house and so we’re doing our best to regroup and strengthen ourselves. There are so many variables in this war by now that we’re taking it one day at a time and hoping for the best. But lately the best just seems to mean we get beat up a lot. And a few of our friends have learned the hard way that their connection to us can lead to major injury . . . or death. We do what we can, but one day our luck’s going to run dry.
    The best we can hope is that somehow we’ll emerge victorious. The worst is that our end will be as quick and painless as it can be, because frankly, the more mired we get, the less optimistic we are. But until we know which way the pendulum’s going to swing, we’ll kick all the demon ass we can, and if we go down, we’ll take as many of them with us as we can. Because we know we’re on the right side. And that’s what counts in this cold, heartless world.
     
    As I headed back to the bar, I thought about the meeting with Chase. A vampire serial killer meant major problems. For one thing, I was persona non grata among the vampires who might give a damn, and a villain among those who would cheer the creep on. Which meant that, for all intents and purposes, I was the odd vamp out.
    Sassy Branson—the socialite turned vampire who was fostering the one daughter I’d sired—might help me, although Sassy was having problems of her own, and they were growing more marked. I wasn’t quite so trusting of her as of late. But Wade, the leader of Vampires Anonymous, and the rest of the pack that followed him had made it clear I wasn’t welcome anymore.
    The bar was jumping when I returned, but Derrick seemed to be handling the crowd in stride. I waved to him and headed into my office.
    Chrysandra poked her head in. “Nerissa said to tell you she’s headed out for the night. She’ll call you later.”
    “Thanks, chickadee,” I