Forbidden Nights with a Vampire(53)

 

Phil stopped. "Am I that obvious?"

 

"Only to the Love Doctor. I'm in tune with sweet love vibrations." Phineas shook his head, wincing. "But I have to tell you, man. I was at Vanda's club when that Jedrek dude attacked and Carlos shifted into a black panther—I mean a real black panther. She was upset, wanted him out of her club. I don't think she likes shape shifters at all."

 

Phil swallowed hard. "Thanks for the warning."

 

"Any time, bro." Phineas sighed. "We're so screwed. Vanda hates shape shifters. LaToya hates vampires. How can life be so—"

 

"Cruel?" Phil finished the question for him, wishing he knew the answer. Life had certainly dealt Vanda some cruel blows. But she was a survivor, and he wouldn't give up hope. He swiped his ID and activated the hand sensor to open the door to the security office.

 

Inside, it was standing room only. Phil was surprised by the number of nonsecurity people in attendance, like Roman and Jean-Luc and their wives, but obviously everyone wanted the latest news available.

 

Connor nodded at Phil and Phineas. "I've been catching everyone up. About thirty minutes ago Casimir and two of his cohorts teleported into the main temple of Apollo's compound in Maine. Angus and his team caught them by surprise, and a battle ensued. Casimir ordered his men to defend him, then teleported away while they were left fighting for their lives."

 

"Typical of the bastard," Jean-Luc muttered.

 

"Aye." Connor nodded. "One of the cohorts managed to escape, but the second one was captured. All we know about him is that he used the name Hermes. He refuses to divulge any more information."

 

Jack snorted. "I'm sure Angus can change his mind."

 

Connor smiled grimly. "They have Hermes tied up with silver chains to prevent him from teleporting away. Angus wants to transfer him here to the silver room at Romatech, where we have tighter security, but of course they canna teleport him here with all the silver on him. So they're driving him here."

 

Phil figured the trip from Maine had to be over five hundred miles. "I don't think they can make it here before sunrise."

 

"Nay, that's why Austin and Darcy will be driving the van," Connor explained. "They'll have Hermes chained and boxed in the back to keep him from escaping or getting burned by the sun. Meanwhile, Angus and the rest of his team will remain at the compound in case Casimir returns with more men to try to rescue Hermes."

 

"How many Vamps does Angus have with him?" Jack asked.

 

"Three," Connor replied. "Emma, Dougal, and Zoltan."

 

"Does he want more?" Jean-Luc asked. "I can go."

 

"Me, too," Jack said.

 

Connor smiled. "If ye want to go, Angus wouldna refuse you. But 'tis probably unnecessary. Casimir has never been known to rescue any of his followers."

 

"True," Jack agreed. "He considers them expendable. Still, I'd like to go just as a precaution."

 

Lara leaned close to him, her expression worried. "Shall I come with you?"

 

"You're tired. Get some rest." Jack kissed her brow. "Wait for me at the townhouse. I'll be back before dawn."

 

Jean-Luc gave his wife a kiss, then he and Jack went into the armory at the back of the office to collect some weapons.

 

"Yo." Phineas held up a hand. "I want to go, too."

 

Connor shifted his gaze to the young black Vamp. "I appreciate that, but we have a special assignment for you."

 

Phineas grinned. "Cool! Lots of action, huh?"

 

"I requested your help." Roman stepped toward him. "I believe you once supplied the Malcontents with the ingredients to make Nightshade?"

 

Phineas's grin faded. "Yeah, that's why they transformed me. They wanted a drug dealer." He crossed his arms, frowning. "I don't do that shit anymore. I'm one of the good guys."

 

"I know you are," Roman replied. "But if we had some Nightshade, we could teleport prisoners like Hermes. When the Malcontents kidnapped Angus two years ago, they paralyzed him with Nightshade, so there was no need for silver chains. Then they were able to teleport him."

 

"I know." Phineas shifted his weight. "I feel really bad about helping them, but they said they'd kill my family—"

 

"We doona blame you, lad," Connor said.

 

"It would really help us to have some Nightshade," Roman said. "Unfortunately, I don't know how it's made."

 

"Oh, bummer," Phineas mumbled.

 

"Exactly," Roman continued. "But I think I could figure out the formula if I had the right ingredients. Do you remember them? Can you procure them for me?"