Immortals After Dark 05 - Dark Needs at Nights Edge

interrupted...
    The answer hit him.
    “Ah, God, I know where she is!” And he couldn’t trace to her because he’d never been there before. “I need a car!” MacRieve and the witch had come through the mirror. Nikolai had driven his away weeks ago.
    The Lykae ignored him, curling his finger under the witch’s chin. “Mari, love, this is goin’ tae hurt like hell.” He took a deep breath. And then he stepped in front of her gaze.
    The skin of his torso began to melt away as if burned by lasers, but he gritted his teeth, took the pain. “Lass,” he bit out, “after this we will have words.”

    Where am I?
    Néomi woke in a dank, close space, blinking repeatedly in the darkness. She had no pain in her body, none at all. Her wound felt totally healed. Mari had done it! But where was everyone? Why was Néomi alone?
    A horrific suspicion tried to take hold of her mind, but she fought it. Her breaths grew ragged, sounding so loud in the confines.
    When her dizziness passed, she rose and immediately knocked her head.
    “Nooo,” she moaned, beginning to shudder. “It isn’t possible.” Tears began pouring from her eyes. Mère de Dieu... This can’t be happening!
    She was in her coffin, which resided in the French Society’s tomb in St. Louis Cemetery #1. At least thirty other coffins lay within.
    Conrad will come for me. Somehow he’ll find me... .
    But hours seemed to grind by. Gasping rank air, she fought not to think about the bodies decomposing all around her.
    None of her bones were in her coffin—it was as if she’d reincorporated them. She was embodied, which meant she was alive once more.
    Néomi had grown a body just in time for it to die... .
    Then the insects came.
    She screamed. She screamed hysterically until the foul air grew scarce.

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    “Fuck!” Conrad yelled to the sky. He had no car, no idea how to get to her.
    Conrad couldn’t trace to her. He’d never been to a cemetery in New Orleans.
    The Valkyrie compound was near Elancourt. He could sprint the distance and steal a car. Don’t know where to drive to.
    Conrad had rarely let himself even contemplate asking for aid—but now that he had to, only one person came to mind.
    Nikolai. Deep down Conrad was still a Wroth, and he needed his brother’s help—the brother who was locked up in Kristoff’s jail... .
    Conrad traced to Mount Oblak. Though it was daylight outside, the castle was dimmed.
    “Nikolai?” he bellowed as he began wending down shadowy corridors. The sound echoed, summoning the castle guard.
    Soon groups of soldiers advanced on him, swords at the ready—no doubt astonished that a crazed, red-eyed vampire was loose in the Forbearer capitol.
    Conrad took their hits, seizing weapons with his bloodied hands to toss them away. Descending even deeper into the bowels of the castle, he twisted necks, breaking them but not killing the immortal soldiers.
    “Nikolai!” he yelled again.
    “Conrad?”
    Conrad followed the sound to a sizable cell. Inside, behind thick bars, were his three brothers.
    They stared in bewilderment. Conrad knew what he looked like. He had blood across his face and body, gaping wounds all over him, his face beaten by those demons.
    “What in the hell are you doing here?” Nikolai demanded. “And whose blood is that?”
    Conrad studied the cell bars. Obstacles. “I don’t have time for questions.”
    Murdoch said, “You have to leave—they’ll execute you if they capture you.”
    He gave a rough laugh. “Defy them to do either.” He clamped the bars. Have to get to her... . Gritting his teeth, he began to strain against them.
    “Those are as protected as your chains were,” Sebastian said. “The wood, the metal, and the stone surrounding them are all reinforced. You can’t possibly—”
    Conrad bent them wide, actually breaking the metal.
    “My God,” Nikolai murmured.
    “Need your help to find my Bride!” He yanked the wreckage free. “I’m not mad... but I need you to trace me to every cemetery in New Orleans. Do you know where they are?”
    Nikolai gaped. “Your... Bride?”
    “His heart beats,” Murdoch said.
    “Do you know where they are, or not?” Conrad bellowed.
    Nikolai nodded slowly. “I know all the cemeteries. Myst and I hunt ghouls there.”
    “Will you do this?”
    “Conrad, just calm—”
    “Fuck calm, Nikolai!” Suddenly Conrad sensed great power behind him.
    “So this is Conrad Wroth,” Kristoff said.
    Without turning, Conrad sneered, “The