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upstairs.”
     
    “Why should I go up there?”
     
    “Our queen has requested an audience,” said Lorcan. His silver eyes flashed with amusement. “I think you’ll find her quite refreshing.”
     
    “What exactly is she queen of?” I asked suspiciously.
     
    “Depends on who you ask,” answered Lorcan. “Suffice it to say, we consider her leadership valid.”
     
    Gee, that cleared everything up. “And what are you?”
     
    Amusement flared again in his gaze; then those orbs went red and he showed me a big, fangy grin.
     
    Even though I had already met two bloodsuckers, my heart still skipped a fearful beat. “Sheesh. You could’ve just said you were a vampire.”
     
    “Where’s the fun in that?” His tone held restrained laughter. Well. I’m glad one of us was having a good time at my expense.
     
    “Are you mental?” I asked, annoyed.
     
    His raven eyebrows winged upward.
     
    Patrick chuckled. “I’ll take her to Patsy. Go on back to the compound.”
     
    Lorcan nodded and got up from the couch. He winked at me, then—poof! He disappeared in a shower of gold sparkles. He was gone, and I wished I knew how he’d pulled that magic trick. Then I could go poof, too.
     
    “You know,” I said conversationally, “if I hadn’t already met a zombie, vampires, monster wolves, and a dragon, that would’ve been really impressive.”
     
    Patrick grinned.
     
     
The staircase looked as though Scarlett O’Hara would sweep down it any moment and declare, “After all . . . tomorrow is another day.” It was wide, made of dark, polished wood, and curved as it rose upward. It had approximately four million steps.
     
    After we got to the second floor, we walked along the hallway, our footsteps quieted by a thick carpet that was a faded burgundy. The walls looked freshly painted, a rather nice rose color with a chair rail that matched the wood of the staircase.
     
    The hallway seemed to go on forever, but we finally reached the end and stopped in front of double doors, which were slightly ajar.
     
    Patrick held my arm in a loose grip. I had stumbled several times and he probably thought I was going to keel over. I had no illusions I could escape, mostly because I still felt weak and more than a little shaky. I was worried about my parents. And my thoughts kept straying to Ralph. Was he okay? Were these his friends? What had happened to us in the cemetery?
     
    I wasn’t sure I wanted to meet the queen of this crazy freaking town. Nerves plucked at my stomach. I wondered where the queen fell on the bad-ass scale: Was she Cinderella-stepmom scary or off-with-her-head Queen of Hearts terrifying?
     
    I looked at Patrick. “Um . . . should I curtsy or something?”
     
    He smirked. “Yes. And always address her as ‘most royal grand potentate.’”
     
    “Seriously?”
     
    “You don’t want to know what happened to the last person who messed up the formal address.” He slashed a line across his throat.
     
    Oh, shit.
     
    “Zerina, you have to stop changing people’s hair color.” A woman’s irritated voice filtered through the slight gap between the doors.
     
    “I don’t know what she’s complaining about,” answered a woman with a thick British accent. “Terran looks better with blue hair.”
     
    “Just stop doing it. Don’t make me throw your skinny ass out the window.”
     
    Patrick knocked, then shoved open the doors. Shocked, I stood there like an idiot, gaping. He tugged on my arm and I followed him inside.
     
    Three people stood in a large room obviously under construction. A single floor lamp offered me a limited view of the shadowy space. Tarps lay over furniture and scaffolding went to the vaulted ceiling. The sharp smell of fresh paint assailed me.
     
    The woman in the middle was tall, blond, curvy, and gorgeous. She wore a dress that showed off the slight roundness of her pregnant belly. Next to her was a man built like a Greek god, his moon white hair pulled into a