Kerrelyn Sparks: Vampire Mine

“Who is Stan?” Marielle asked. She didn’t like the worried look on Connor’s face.

“Stanislav is our mole at the Russian coven in Brooklyn,” Connor explained. “Maybe he knows something about Casimir’s plan for tonight.”

“You still believe it’s a trap?”

Connor shrugged. “It could be. But Casimir is still in a bad position. He lost over half of his men last night. We have plenty of excellent fighters, so we shouldna let this chance go by. The bastard needs to be killed once and for all.”

Marielle nodded. There was no denying the fact that the world would be a much safer place once Casimir was gone. “Oh, there’s Roman.”

As Roman walked into the cafeteria, he was greeted with multiple questions about his wife and father-in-law.

Roman raised his hands to quiet down the crowd. “I just left Shanna and her father. He’s doing as well as can be expected. His stomach wound is completely healed.”

“What about his rotten personality?” Jean-Luc asked.

Roman snorted. “I’m afraid there’s no cure for that.”

“Is he pissed?” Jack asked.

Roman smiled. “He’s adjusting. He had one bottle of blood, then asked for some Blissky. He’s . . . upset, but not just because he’s Undead now. He’s angry about missing the battle tonight.”

Roman worked his way through the crowd, greeting the Vamps and shifters. He pulled out his cell phone and frowned at it, then approached Marielle and Connor. He smiled at her, then nodded his head at Connor.

Connor nodded back.

Marielle sighed. Things were obviously still tense between the two men.

“Shanna asked me to thank you for your help in saving her father’s life,” Roman told her.

“I am so pleased he is doing well,” she replied.

“Shanna was too upset last night to realize what you had done.” Roman gave her a sympathetic look. “I’m sure it was not an easy thing for you to do.”

Marielle nodded. She didn’t want to admit her fear that taking a vampire’s life had ruined her chances of returning to heaven.

“After we returned here last night, Father Andrew came by to console Shanna and pray with her,” Roman continued. “He has an unusual view on the situation. He believes you were meant to save Sean, just like you did me, and that your destiny will continue to be linked with ours.”

Marielle glanced at Connor. “Perhaps.” She still wasn’t quite sure she could actually leave him.

Connor’s eyebrows lifted with a questioning look.

Roman glanced at his phone again and sighed. “I don’t know why he’s not answering. There must be some sort of emergency at his church.”

“Ye’re trying to call Father Andrew?” Connor asked.

“Yes.” Roman frowned. “He should be here by now. He wanted to give us a blessing before we go.”

“Is everyone ready?” Angus shouted as he entered the cafeteria.

Everyone let out a loud whoop.

“Take a seat,” Angus ordered. When everyone was seated, he continued, “Ye’ve either been assigned to my team or the second much larger team, led by Robby. The second team, comprised of Vamps and shifters, will arrive ten minutes after the first. So if we get in trouble, first team, remember we have to last ten minutes.”

Connor took Marielle’s hand and squeezed it.

“Phil has contacted his werewolf friends in the area, and they have set up a beacon in a wooded area close to the monument,” Angus explained. “That is our focal point for teleporting.”

Phineas rushed into the cafeteria, and everyone sat up.

“News?” Angus asked.

“Yes,” Phineas replied. “Stan reports that Nadia received a call from Casimir. She and her coven have been ordered to go into battle.”

Angus nodded. “Casimir is desperate to increase his number.”

“Stan said if he has to kill anybody, it’ll be a Malcontent,” Phineas continued. “So he’s asking everybody here to remember which side he’s on and not to kill him.”

Angus snorted. “So the main reason he called you is he’s worried about his own skin.”

Phineas shrugged. “Partly. He’s also worried about Nadia. Casimir has given her a special assignment to carry out. Stan doesn’t know what it is, but he says she’s dizzy with excitement over it.”

Angus muttered a curse under his breath.

Phineas stiffened. “Oh, I gotta go.”

Angus frowned. “We’re about to leave.”

“I’ll hurry. Big bad wolfie-girl needs a ride.” Phineas vanished.

“Is he talking about my sister?” Phil called out.

Everyone chuckled.

Seconds later, the Vamps and shifters all turned to look out the cafeteria window. Marielle assumed it was due to their superior hearing, since she hadn’t heard anything.

Outside by the basketball court, Phineas had returned with Brynley. An angry Brynley who was shouting at Phineas. She shoved him, then he grabbed her arm and dragged her to the cafeteria door.

“Don’t ever leave me waiting like that again!” Brynley yelled as Phineas opened the door.

“Don’t ever attack me again!” Phineas pushed her inside.

Brynley raised a hand to strike him, but he caught her wrist.

“Snout-face,” he hissed.

“Bloodsucker,” she growled.

Angus cleared his throat.

Brynley looked around and saw everyone watching them. Her face turned a shade of pink, but she gave them a big smile. “Hi there! I’m ready to fight.”

“We can see that,” Angus said dryly. “Brynley, ye’re on Team Two. Phineas, ye’re Team One.”

Phineas nodded and released Brynley’s wrist. “Be careful,” he mumbled.

She cast a worried look his direction. “You, too.”

A timer went off, its peeping noise filling the cafeteria.

Angus punched a button on his wristwatch, then motioned for his wife, Emma, to join him. “That’s it. The sun has set on Mount Rushmore. Team One, time to move out.”

Marielle accompanied Connor to where the first team was gathering.

Shanna dashed into the cafeteria and ran to her husband in the first group. “Are you leaving now?”

“Yes.” Roman embraced her and kissed her brow. “Did Father Andrew make it?” When Shanna shook her head, he looked at Marielle. “Would you say a blessing for us?”

“Of course.” Marielle nodded, not wanting to admit that she feared her prayers were no longer heeded. Last night, she’d begged in vain for a Healer to help Sean Whelan.

She cleared her throat. “May the Lord bless us and keep us. May His light shine upon us, and may He return us all safely to our loved ones.”

Everyone mumbled an amen . Some crossed themselves.

Marielle hugged Connor tight. “Please, be careful.”

“If it gets ugly, hide in the woods. Stay alive.” He kissed her temple.

Roman cleared his throat.

Marielle turned to see him and Shanna watching her and Connor curiously.

“I have to hold her to teleport her,” Connor grumbled.

“I have to hold him, too.” Marielle slipped her arms around his neck.

“Why do you have to go?” Shanna asked her.

“I have to do my part to make sure Casimir is defeated,” Marielle replied. “I believe it will convince the Archangels to let me back into heaven. And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this is happening by Mount Rushmore, where I lost my wings. It should be where I can get them back.”

“Oh, I see.” Shanna gave her a sad look. “Then you might be leaving us tonight?”

“Perhaps.” Marielle felt Connor’s arm tighten around her. “I can’t be sure this will work.”

Shanna embraced her, then hugged her husband again.

“Ye think ye’re leaving tonight?” Connor whispered.

“I’m not sure. I don’t really know if I can ever get back.”