"You've got to be kidding me," Wrath murmured.
"That's a lesser, my brother."
"And what do you want to bet he's doing some recruiting?"
"Good candidate."
Billy hopped inside, and the SUV began to move.
"We should have taken my car," V hissed. "Then we could have followed them."
"There's no time for a trail. The Scribe Virgin's showing up at midnight. We do this now. Here."
Wrath leaped in front of the Hummer, planting his hands on the hood and pushing the SUV to a stop. He glared through the front windshield while Vishous approached from the lateral, sidling up to the driver's door.
Wrath smiled as the engine was put in park. Inside, he could detect both fear and anticipation. He knew which one was Billy Riddle's. The guy was edgy. The lesser, on the other hand, was ready to fight.
But there was something else. Something that didn't feel quite right.
Wrath quickly glanced around. "Watch yourself, V."
The roar of a car engine broke through the night, and the whole lot of them got blasted with headlights.
A nondescript American sedan heaved to a stop, and two men jumped out with guns drawn.
"State police. Put your hands up. You in the car. Get out."
Wrath watched the driver's-side door. What emerged was big and intense. And under the scent of baby powder, the lesser stank of evil.
As the society member lifted his hands, it stared at the insignia on Wrath's jacket. "My God. I thought you were a myth. The Blind King."
Wrath bared his fangs. "Nothing you've heard about me is a myth."
The lesser's eyes flashed. "I'm positively inspired."
"And I'm heartbroken that we gotta split now. But we'll be seeing you and that new recruit again. Soon."
Wrath nodded to Vishous, swept clean the memories of the humans, and dematerialized.
Mr. X was in awe.
The Blind King lived.
There had been stories circulating for centuries about him, legends really, but there hadn't been a confirmed sighting since Mr. X had joined the society. In fact, rumors had even abounded that the regal warrior had died, extrapolations based primarily on the disintegration of vampire society.
But no, the king was alive.
Good God. Now that would be a prize to lay at the Omega's altar.
"I told you he was coming," Billy was saying to the staties. "He's my martial-arts teacher. Why did you pull us over?"
The officers holstered their guns, focusing on Mr. X.
"May I see some identification, sir?" one of them asked.
Mr. X smiled and handed over his driver's license. "Billy and I are just going out for dinner. Maybe a movie."
The man studied the picture and then his face. "Mr. Xavier, here's your license back. Sorry for the inconvenience."
"Not a problem, Officer."
Mr. X and Billy got back into the Hummer.
Riddle cursed. "They're such idiots. Why did they stop us?"
Because we got jumped by two vampires, Mr. X thought. You just don't remember it, and neither do those two guys with the badges.
Tricky mind games. Tricky, tricky.
"What are the state police doing here?" Mr. X asked as he put the SUV in gear.
"My dad got another terrorist threat, and he's decided to leave D.C. for a little while. He's coming home tonight, and they'll be crawling all over the place until he goes back to the capital."
"Did you talk with your father?"
"Yeah. He actually seemed relieved."
"I'm sure he is."
Billy reached into his duffel bag. "I got what you said I needed."
He held up a wide-necked ceramic jar with a lid.
"That's good, Billy. Perfect size."
"What's going in it?"
Mr. X smiled. "You'll find out. Are you hungry?"
"Naw. Too pumped for food." Billy clapped his palms together and squeezed, flexing his muscles. "Just so you know, I don't crack easy. Whatever goes down tonight, I'll stay tight."
We'll just see about that, Mr. X thought as he headed for his house. They were going to do the ceremony in the barn, and the torture table was going to be a big help. He could tie Billy down easier that way.
As the city dissolved and the farm country eased up around the road, Mr. X found himself smiling.
The Blind King.
In Caldwell.
Mr. X glanced over at Riddle.
In Caldwell and looking for Billy.
Now why would that be?
Chapter Forty-five
Beth was back in The Dress. And loving it. "I don't have shoes," she said.
Wellsie took another hairpin out of her mouth and slid it into Beth's chignon.
"You're not supposed to be wearing any. Okay, let me see how you look." Wellsie smiled as Beth danced around her father's bedroom, red satin skirting flaring like fire around her.
"I'm going to cry." Wellsie covered her mouth with her hand. "I know it. As soon as he sees you, I'm going to start crying. You're just too beautiful, and this is the first happy thing since… I don't know when."