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fangs. His buddy caught him by the shoulder. “Who the hell are you?”
    â€œMiss Santiago’s assistant. I’m sure I spoke to you earlier.”
    â€œI thought I told you—” The man realized he’d just given up his identity, in a manner.
    â€œWhat are you looking for?” Vail asked. He put back his shoulders, flaunting his broad frame and imposing height. The faeries had thought him a freak. Vampires tended to take a step back from him. These two wibs did not. “Did Lyric ask you to get something for her at the apartment? It’s been picked over by her mommy’s thugs.”
    â€œDamn it,” the one who had lunged said. “I knew we should have come here right away.”
    They were definitely her allies.
    â€œSo where is she?” Vail tossed out. “I didn’t get the final destination.”
    â€œIn the seventh—”
    The bigger one slammed his arm across the smaller’s chest. “You’re not her assistant. That cold bitch ain’t got no friends. He’s working for the old lady.”
    The smaller one, unleashed from the bigger one’s restraining hold, rushed toward Vail, fangs down in warning.
    Normally, Vail got into mortal combat. It kept his adrenaline flowing, and he liked to do damage to people who pissed him off. But exerting himself overthese two was a waste of breath. He had a few tricks up his sleeve.
    Vail rubbed his palms together, loosening the faery dust ever embedded in his skin. Tilting his palm flat, he blew dust in the face of the attacker just as he moved within touching distance.
    Faery dust penetrated the vampire’s pores, traveling up his nostrils and into his throat, instantly rocketing him to a methlike high. The vampire grinned widely, staggered—and dropped.
    â€œYou want a taste?” Vail teased the other, who stood with arms out at his sides in bewilderment.
    â€œWhat the hell was that? You got some voodoo mojo going on?”
    â€œCh’yeah. Here’s a taste.” Vail blew another cloud of dust and the thug batted at it, but succumbed as quickly as his cohort.
    Standing over the two fallen bloodsuckers, Vail shook his head. “Vampires. They’re so weak.”
    He licked his palm and inhaled deeply. Once upon a time he could get just as quick and massive a high. He’d give anything for that high now, but since he’d come to the mortal realm he’d shed the haze he’d once lived in, and was becoming clearer by the day.
    He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
    He bent over the vampires. “FaeryTown is in the eighteenth, guys. You’ll find more of what you now crave there. Tell ’em Vail sent you. They’ll hook you up with a sweet little number.”
    He straightened and scanned the area. “Theseventh?” Across the river, the quarter boasted the Eiffel Tower and the Invalides museum. “Big area to search, but I’m on it.”
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    T HE TWO MINIONS who’d succumbed to his dust clued him in that something was fishy in Paris. Where would a vampiress who had been kidnapped, or maybe not kidnapped, hide? It had to be someplace close to a food source so when she went out for sustenance she did not risk being seen.
    Of course, that could be anywhere in the vast city of Paris. The buildings were close, the streets narrow and labyrinthine. Easy enough for mortal or vampire to move about unseen. Even if her minions had narrowed it down to one particular quarter, it would take Vail hours to cover it all.
    One thing he had learned since arriving, the vampire tribes, while they kept to themselves, communicated from tribe to tribe in an amazing network. If you were a tribe member, you were accounted for. But even those unaligned with tribes were known. It was in the tribes’ best interest to keep tabs on everyone. A sexy, blonde ice princess like Lyric Santiago would surely be recognized by at least a few.
    He did have a tribal