Immortals After Dark 03 - No Rest for the Wicked

way.
    One could go crazy trying to figure it all out.
    So she wouldn’t try. Instead she’d replay scenes from the night before—
    Suddenly, she had the vaguest sense of his traced presence behind her. A second later: “ Bloody hell. ” Then he was gone.
    He never saw her grin.

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Medellin , Colombia
    Day 17

    Prize: One golden and opal ring, first forged in
    Mesopotamia , worth twelve points

    T onight, Kaderin’s task was to get close enough to Rodrigo Gamboa, a Colombian drug lord guarded more closely than royalty, to acquire a ring, which never truly belonged to him.
    Gamboa was notoriously cautious, and was rumored to have Lore blood in him. He moved most nights, and his compound was unassailable, so Kaderin was attending the grand opening of Descanso—Gamboa’s newest club and money-laundry machine—which meant it was a rare event that would pin him down to one location.
    Yet, unlike with Lore functions, Lady Kaderin was having to wait to get in—at the back of the line.
    The difficulty in this task lay in the fact that the club would be full of humans. One had to get to him and avoid making a scene to alert humans to the Lore, or else be disqualified.
    She’d have to make Gamboa behave rashly, persuade him to accompany her from the club, then take the ring from him when they were alone in the car. If she tried to nab the prize in public and then had to fight her way out, she’d definitely reveal she wasn’t your average club kid. Her damned ears and the fact that she could toss cars always gave her away.
    So tonight she planned to make nice with a boy.
    Gone were her climbing shoes and heavy pack. Her sword was beneath the bed back at her hotel. Now she had tools of a different nature.
    Get close to a man, quietly. She was a woman. One plus one equals two.
    The upside of this task? She could bet that Bowen wouldn’t be here.
    But first she’d have to get in the club.
    Wait! Was that Cindey in the line, way up front? Oh, no, she was not ahead of Kaderin. This was intolerable, and yet Kaderin couldn’t just jog up there and drag Cindey out by her neck. As if she felt Kaderin’s glare, Cindey leaned out from the line and gave her an arrogant wave.
    Mustn’t attack the siren... mustn’t attack—
    Suddenly Kaderin’s jimmied untraceable sat phone rang. She slipped it from her little purse, and saw Myst’s number on the i.d. “Why, Myst, how’ve you been?” she snapped in greeting. “Seems I owe you felicitations since you married your warlord.”
    Myst exhaled. “That wasn’t my idea to keep you in the dark. But I also didn’t think it would hurt anything to delay telling you for a couple of weeks. Especially since Nikolai and I eloped.”
    “Oh. Pagan ceremony?”
    “Civil.”
    “Cool, I guess.”
    “So, you’re Sebastian’s Bride.” When she didn’t deny it, Myst asked, “What is going on with you and him?”
    Kaderin stood on her toes to see ahead in the line. “I have no idea.” Since the desert, she’d only met up with him for a couple of nights. She was zigzagging all over the world, and he’d caught her in the sun twice more. When they were together, he was reserved with her, standoffish even, which didn’t surprise her after her harried reaction to the idea of marrying him.
    What was taking this line so long? She’d kind of hoped to get in and out of this task. She suspected that if Sebastian did happen to show up, he might frown on her flirting—and on her clothing ensemble. Still, risking Sebastian’s anger was better than a date with a very pesky werewolf.
    “Sebastian’s visiting with Nikolai right now. And from what I’ve been able to overhear of their conversations in the last couple of days, Sebastian has your memories,” Myst said. “Are you letting him drink you?”
    “Oh, for Freya’s sake, you have got to be kidding me!” Kaderin cried, then glanced around, but no one in front of her in line was listening—and there was no one behind her. In a lower tone, Kaderin admitted, “He got dental with me. Accidentally.”
    “Look, Kad, I am ecstatic with Nikolai, but I realize this doesn’t mean that all Valkyrie will be happy with all vampires. And I’m not sure... I don’t know that Sebastian’s head is in the right place with you. Especially with what you’re trying to do. He doesn’t really get it that you have to do anything to save your loved ones. He’s a death-before-dishonor kind of guy.”
    “I’ve been getting an