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"G.o.d bless and protect you," Father Juan said, making the sign of the cross. Jenn's father hissed.
"Your G.o.d has lost this war," he said. "Lucifer will cleanse the world of him and all who follow him."
Jenn's lips parted as she traded shocked looks with Father Juan. Lucifer? Dantalion is in league with him ?
Betraying no further emotion, she stepped back as Father Juan guided her father into the cell and closed the heavy metal door with a clang. A tiny rectangle was cut into it, and through it Jenn watched as her father sat down on the cot.
"Jenn," he whispered brokenly.
I hate you, she insisted.
She and Father Juan moved away from the door just as Father Wadim approached. Antonio and Holgar followed him. Noah had remained behind to guard Sade.
Holgar took up position beside her father's door. Neither Holgar nor Noah would reveal their presence to their prisoners. Food and other personal business would be attended to by monks.
Once they were upstairs, Jenn whipped out her cell phone as she, Father Wadim, Antonio, and Father Juan took seats at the dining table, Antonio facing the doorway, scanning anxiously, as if for more intruders. The three of them looked as thrown as she felt.
"What's Solomon's number?" she asked Father Juan.
"I'll punch it in," he said, taking the phone from her.
Jenn watched him. "That double-crossing vam-"
"Senora?" Antonio said, half rising. "Are you all right?"
As Jenn's grandmother paused on the threshold, she looked haggard. She shrugged and walked slowly into the room, as if the wind had been knocked out of her sails.
"It's Leslie," she said. "She's having a rough time of it. She'd taken to mothering Sade, and now, with Sade locked up . . ." She ran a hand across the side of her mouth and let her hand drop to her side. "And then, seeing Paul like that. Leslie had been pus.h.i.+ng hard for a rescue mission, ever since we realized he was communicating by tapping during those broadcasts. Then he finally shows up, and he's in thrall to a vampire we thought was dead."
"Plus, there is the heartbreak of Heather," Antonio said.
The heartbreak. Well put. This war is destroying my family, Jenn thought. Her throat tightened, as if she were choking on more rage, more fury.
"Yes, our Heather," Esther agreed. She shook her head. "I wish Charles were here." She sighed and looked at the others. "And I'm guessing from the looks on your faces that there's even more bad news."
"The call has connected," Father Juan announced.
"Hold on," Jenn said to her grandmother, as Father Juan handed the phone to her.
"Jennifer, have you missed me?" Solomon said pleasantly.
Jenn made sure he was on speaker, although the sound wouldn't carry very far. "Why don't you put this on speaker so your friends Dantalion and Lucifer can hear what I've got to say?" she said sourly.
"Dantalion? What are you talking about?" Solomon asked on the other end of the phone.
"What's going on?" Esther murmured to Antonio. Antonio remained silent. Since Antonio had been in the room when Paul Leitner and Sade had revealed each other to be spies, Solomon probably already knew he was at the monastery. But as with the others, it had been agreed that Antonio should stay off the radar.
Father Juan gave Esther a grim half smile. "We're not sure."
"Jennifer?" Solomon said anxiously. "Dantalion? What are you talking about?" Jenn quickly filled him in.
"Lucifer? Dantalion is with Lucifer?" Solomon repeated. Either he was a very good actor or he had been truly caught off guard, just as they had been.
"My father's been Dantalion's spy while he's been with you," Jenn told him. "He's been telling us all your secrets," she lied. But she could have kicked herself. It had just occurred to her that they should have seen if Antonio could demesmerize her father and Sade both. They could still do that. Or maybe it would be dangerous. She was sure of so little.
"Dantalion's alive. And he's with Lucifer," Solomon said again, as if he just couldn't get over it.
"What about Milwaukee? What happened there?" Jenn demanded, changing the subject.
"That was done by rogue vigilantes, without my permission," Solomon said. "I swear I had nothing to do with it."
"That's what you said when the president's daughter was converted on national TV," Jenn said.
"Do you think I would authorize an attack at the same time I'm trying to make peace with you?" he asked, sounding wounded.
"You tell me," Jenn shot back. "In fact, I want you to tell me everything you've done. And are doing. All of it. Or I'll come and get you myself, Solomon. I'll drive a stake through your lying, evil heart. I swear it." The rage inside her roared like a wild animal. She wanted to break something.
Kill someone . . .
"You? You aren't . . . ," Solomon began in a patronizing tone; then he cleared his throat as if thinking the better of what he'd been about to say. "Okay, okay, Jennifer. Here it all is."
And he told her about his supersoldiers, and how he'd double-crossed Dantalion in Russia, and that he had a spy at Project Crusade who had told him about the virus. Antonio, Father Juan, Father Wadim, and Gramma Esther listened intently. It dawned on Jenn that she was the youngest person in the room, but she was the one in the leaders.h.i.+p position. A little fillip of panic tickled the base of her spine.
I was chosen, she reminded herself. I can do this.
"So I came to you because I need allies. My vampires will fight with you against Lucifer," Solomon concluded. "In return, I want the antidote."
The antidote that they didn't have. She decided to test him. Mentally crossing her fingers for luck, she said, "Oh, come on. Your spy at Project Crusade must have some hidden away for you."
"I think something happened to him," he said. "The line went dead while he was briefing me."
Jenn wondered if Noah had had anything to do with that. She'd have to ask him.
"What about your best friend, the president?" she prodded. "Can't he get it for you?"
There was a pause. "You don't have it either, do you," the vampire said.
Jenn's heart skipped a beat. "I didn't say that."
"What about the president?" Father Juan said loudly. "Doesn't he want his ally to survive? Or is humanity turning its back on the charming vampire from California?"
"You don't want to p.i.s.s me off, priest," Solomon hissed through the phone. "You really don't. If I come at you from one side, and Lucifer attacks from the other . . ."
Father Juan smiled thinly. "Then you'll deplete your troops before you face each other."
Solomon went silent. Antonio and Father Wadim gave Father Juan a nod. Priest power.
"We're very busy here," Jenn said. "So let's get to the point. If you want to join forces to fight Lucifer, prove it."
Solomon chuckled. "I have to say, Jennifer. You're twice the man your father is."
"Maybe what we'll do is wait you both out and let you die from the virus," Jenn said.
"Oh, if only it were that simple," Solomon said. "You have to know I have ma.s.sive numbers of my followers on their way right now to blow up Project Crusade."
She looked at the others in the room. If Solomon had an inside man, then he knew where Project Crusade was.
"But if they fail," Jenn said.
"The virus will only inconvenience me, Jennifer. Some of my supersoldiers have no vampire parts in them. The virus won't affect them. And of course we have escape routes. We haven't survived on this planet for centuries without our own safe-houses."
She glanced over at Antonio, who shrugged and shook his head, signifying he didn't know if that was true.
"Think about it. We don't have to breathe. We don't need air. So if this is an airborne virus . . ." Solomon chuckled.
"Then why do you want the antidote?" Jenn persisted.
"I haven't lived this long by narrowing my options."
Antonio raised his chin. "Lucifer," he said aloud.
So much for keeping off the radar, Jenn thought, confused why Antonio had spoken up.
"Antonio, amigo, hi," Solomon said, but his voice shook. "You know, it occurred to me to offer you to Lucifer as a way into his good graces."
"He has no good graces. He doesn't need you," Antonio said. "You're going to be fighting on two fronts-stopping the virus, surviving Lucifer. Our side doesn't have to worry about the virus. You're running scared. But we've decided to stand and fight."
"Fine." Solomon sounded defeated. "Fine."
Antonio nodded at Jenn, who took back over. "So send us fighters," she said. "A lot of them. Vampires, supersoldiers, and humans loyal to you. Send them right away, Solomon."
She hung up.
"Greg will make sure the virus gets out," Gramma Esther said. "Even if the black crosses have to blow the whole lab sky-high themselves to stop Solomon."
"And Lucifer." Antonio frowned. "Forgive me for jumping in during the call," he said to Jenn. "But I know what Lucifer means to vampires."
"Is he as scary as a virus that will kill every vampire on earth?" Esther asked him.
Antonio nodded once. "Scarier," he said.
The room fell silent for a moment.
"Then it's more important than ever that we create more elixir, so we can fight him," Father Juan announced. "You said that the werewolves gave us permission to search for the Transit of Venus on their territory?"
"Yes," Jenn said. "Father Juan, take Holgar and go. Go quickly."
She turned away to hide her terror, and her resolve: Once she drank the elixir, maybe she could save Antonio. Or maybe after he drank it, he would be immune.
Let something save him, she thought.
But it was not a prayer.
Jenn Leitner did not pray.
TRANSYLVANIA.
HOLGAR AND FATHER JUAN.
It was nearly dark when Holgar and Father Juan reached the territory of Viorica's werewolf pack. As the two climbed out of their SUV, howls filled the sky. As if in response, snowflakes began to drift down.
Then a black wolf appeared at the top of the rise above them. It was a female, and Father Juan bowed.
"Viorica," he said.
The wolf chuffed in response, and looked expectantly at Holgar, who took a breath and held it. He sniffed the air and growled deep in his chest.
The snow drifted down.
"For helvede," Holgar swore. "Nothing."
He had confessed to Father Juan on the way there that he had begun to change when Solomon's helicopter had landed and Paul Leitner had appeared. And that Viorica wanted him to.
Father Juan hadn't asked if Holgar intended to do anything and everything that Viorica wished of him. They didn't have time for werewolf-pack politics. He didn't know that much about werewolves, but in his mind's eye he imagined males fighting for dominance, blood on the snow, injuries-and more distraction. The team couldn't afford distractions.
The sleek black wolf slunk toward them. Her eyes glowed, and she purred. Then, as Father Juan looked on, she transformed into a fully clothed human woman. She was wearing white snow gear: parka, pants, and fur boots.
"Holgar," she said, then spoke to him in what sounded to Father Juan like Russian.
He didn't know what she said, but Holgar threw back his head and howled. Viorica joined him after a moment.
And other wolves-werewolves-appeared on the rise, observing. Their breath spun clouds in the icy air. One male wolf, silvery and huge, bared his teeth. The one beside him moved her head, a gesture of warning.
As Father Juan ticked his attention back to Holgar, he saw that Holgar's ears had extended, flattened. Holgar's jaw was longer, and tufts of gray wolf hair extended over his white-blond human hair. The woman murmured to him, then growled and pawed at him. She was making it clear that she wanted him. Then she took off one of Holgar's snow mittens and examined his hand. The fingers had elongated, and fur rippled over the knuckles, but it was still a human hand. She turned it over and ran her tongue down the center of it.
Holgar howled again. Father Juan heard the frustration in it, and possibly the defeat.
And Father Juan closed his eyes and prayed.
AD 1591, UBEDA, SPAIN.