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ask who’s the fairest of them all.”
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
    “Nick, we need your phone,” Puff announced, using magick to fly onto the bed with his partner in crime close behind.
    “No.”
    They turned to the vampire who slowly shook his head back and forth. “The last time you got hold of my phone you purchased several hundred dollars in apps. And you got me addicted to Angry Birds and Bubble Birds.”
    “All those apps were important.” Fluff’s ears swiveled from one direction to the other. “Come on, please? We need to Tweet and update our Facebook page. Beg someone to come save us.” He glared at Nick. “And you can’t tell me you’re not using all those awesome game apps. How about yours?” He turned to Jazz.
    “Not when you lost my last phone,” the witch said. “Besides, we can’t get a signal here.” She ignored their distressed cries. She glanced at her watch. “Later than I thought.” She looked at her fuzzy footwear that bumped around her legs. “Stay here while we’re gone.”  
    “You’re leaving us again?” The bunny slippers wailed. “It’s boring here!”
    “So sorry, but I’m already wearing shoes,” she told them with a smile and closed the door on them.
    Jazz looked right and left. Nick was hot on her heels as, with a stealth worthy of James Bond, they inched their way along the passage.
    Don’t touch the walls , Nick’s warning was clear inside her mind. She glanced at him then the walls that seemed to be closing in on them.
    I wasn’t planning on it.
    The elegant gold leaf fleur de lis design now resembled grasping hands. It was all too easy to imagine how easily those hands could pull them into the wall. Only the Fates knew where they’d end up.
    Old memories of a friend who’d experienced the horror of being trapped inside a wall where monsters not even seen in nightmares tormented her for weeks momentarily plagued Jazz. For a moment she entertained the idea of taking Nick back to their suite. There they’d order up some wine, a bowl of fresh berries and conjure up some scented massage oil to make the evening complete.
    She quickly shook off the sensual images that flooded her imagination and encouraged her to drag her vamp honey bunny back to their room for fun and games. She swallowed a sigh of regret and continued on. 
    Ambling behind her Nick paused at every room door and carefully placed his palm against the surface.
    “No one in these rooms. What’s your plan, Sherlock?” he asked for her ears only.
    “It’s late enough we shouldn’t run into anyone. We need to check out the building when there’s no one around to look over our shoulders.” She bypassed the elevator and headed for the back stairs she knew was relegated to the staff.
    “So basically there’s no plan and you’re playing it by ear.”
    “You betcha.” She ignored his sigh as she took the first step upwards. “Considering the age of this place, the third floor would have housed the nursery and rooms for the maids then there’d be the attic above that. I wonder if they set them as lesser priced rooms.” She held up her palm. “Light be mine. Illumination be kind. Show us the way, because I say so damn it!” A flame popped up from her hand and floated in front of her. While Nick had no trouble seeing in the dark, she needed the extra help since the stairs didn’t even boast night lights. “I was wrong. They haven’t done anything up here.” She gestured at the abrupt transition from elegant wallpaper to an unpainted surface and bare wood floor.
    “We could check out the attic tomorrow.” Nick’s hand was comforting against the small of her back as they reached the third floor.
    “Not if it’s a sunny day. That means you’ll be in the land of the sleeping undead. Let’s hope it’s cloudy so you can stay awake.” Jazz was grateful for her magick lamp as she realized there weren’t even sconces up here. “No luxuries for the help. You’d be bringing up a