seemed all that interested.
Oberon kept polishing his glasses. âI know of the kephn. Human souls are its food of choice, but itâs been known to hunt the fey and other spirits in lean times. It feeds on juice and so it can be quite dangerous to the lesser fey. Graveyards, as you might guess, are its primary hunting ground.â
âWell, I donât think itâs my problem. Itâs dead, and any way, it seemed to have a hankering for ghosts, not zombies.â
âYes, the kephn is incapable of manifesting in the mortal world. It would have no use for zombies so I doubt it was responsible for their creation.â
âSo whatâs creating them?â
âWhat makes you think there will be others? Perhaps itwas just something that happened to those two and youâll never know what caused it.â
âYeah, Iâm not going to waste time hoping there wonât be more. Iâm not that lucky.â
âMaybe itâs a plagueâa viral outbreak or something.â
âEveryone watches way too many movies.â
Oberon shrugged. âThis is Hollywood.â
âSo youâve got nothing for me?â
âIâm no expert on zombies, Domino.â
I sighed. âAll right, thanks anyway. Howâs everything else going? You settling in okay?â
Oberon grinned. âItâs perfect. Hollywood may not be much to look at, but thereâs so much juice here. Weâre all quite content, I assure you.â
âThatâs good.â
âAre you coming to the Bacchanal Ball?â
âWhatâs that?â
âIâm throwing a party. Here at the club. You should have received an invitation.â
âSometimes I forget to check my mail. When is it?â
âTomorrow night. You must attend, Domino. It will be a celebration quite unlike anything youâve ever experienced.â
âWhat are we celebrating?â
âHim,â said Titania. âWhat else?â
Oberon frowned at her. âOur return to Arcadia. The ceremony with which you celebrated our arrival was simple and elegant, but a little understated. Thatâs not really how we roll.â
âYeah, okay, Iâll be here. Thanks for the invite. Is it formal?â
âItâs a masquerade, of course.â
âSo I need a costume?â
Oberon laughed. âYou stole my shapeshifterâs glam our, Domino. Iâm certain youâll come up with something wonderful.â
âAll right, but Iâm bringing Honey.â
Oberon shrugged. âThatâs fine. I donât hold grudges.â That was a lieâhe held them better than just about anyone. âThereâs one more thing, Domino, a somewhat more serious matter.â
âWhatâs that?â
âItâs Terrence Coleâs outfit. Weâre concerned. We feel as though weâve left the back door open while our family sleeps.â
âIâm handling it, King.â
âIâve no doubt youâll do what you can, within the limitations of the political situation. I understand youâve given him Simeon Waleâs crew.â
That didnât take long, but then Oberonâs spies were better than most. âWale crossed on his own. Wasnât my idea. I can live without the bastard, thoughâif it helps Terrence, thatâs just a happy coincidence.â
Oberon nodded and smiled. âI donât know this man Wale as well as you do, of course, but Iâm concerned that it wonât be enough. Iâm concerned that I wasâ¦too diplomaticâ¦when I agreed to surrender Coleâs territory.â
I let the feeling drain from my face and looked at him. âYour diplomacy meant we didnât have to kill each other. Thatâs still what it means.â
Oberon held up his hands in mock surrender. âEasy, Domino. Iâm not proposing a breach of our treaty. Iâm merely pointing out that I could hold