I don't know. Let's be cautious.

We walked in silence out of the area and to Quai Lamblardie, where pedestrian traffic was light as long as we stayed away from the bridge spanning the basin. Sirens announced that Leif's victim had been discovered-most likely by the kitchen staff. And since they hadn't seen Leif, they would probably pin it on me, unless the wine-soaked man could tell them anything about Leif. I doubted he would; Leif had probably charmed him.

The skies above Le Havre were clear as we walked along the quay, and in truth it was a beautiful night there. The Bassin du Commerce was a long and rectangular stretch of water designed to provide attractive reflections during the night and add value to the real estate ringing it, and perhaps to inspire romance between couples walking along it. Leif and I were not that kind of couple. I was inspired to punch him in the mouth, and he sensed it.

"Your heart rate is elevated and you are giving off many other signals of aggression, Atticus. Should I be worried?"

"Not terribly. I don't mean to unbind you, anyway. Don't give me a reason."

"Never fear. Continuing this existence is my primary goal."

"And what are your other goals? Do you wish to see me dead?"

"Of course not. As the famous Vulcan said on more than one occasion, I wish for you to enjoy extreme old age and economic bounty."

"What? That's not even close to how he said it."

"Oh, I may have paraphrased. Does it matter?"

"Gods below, yes. You can't go around messing up Spock like that."

"A pity. I thought I had finally caught on to something 'cool' there, in the sense that beans are cool in the phrase 'cool beans.'"

"Gah, just shut up."

"But the sentiment is true. I wish you only happiness."

"I sincerely doubt it. That's just a phrase you stole out of the Machiavellian playbook."

"I do beg your pardon, old friend, but I do not think you can judge me. Do you not have your own agenda? Do you not manipulate others to further your own ends?"

"I'm not even close to you in that regard. I don't betray people like you did me."

"I am surprised you still harbor a grudge over a necessary step. Removing Zdenik was the only way to get where I am now, and you were the only way to remove him."

"What? Where are you now? Feasting on winos in Le Havre-that's a step up for you?"

"I was not referring to my dining preferences. I meant I am in a position to remove Theophilus from power."

"Oh, so that's what it was all about? You can frame it like you're doing the world a favor, but cut the shit: This is all about you."

"Fair enough, but again, I must ask: How are you different? Are you not even now acting in your own self-interest? You can claim to be fighting the scourge of vampires on Gaia's behalf, but let us be honest: This is all about you. Gaia cares not whether we graze on the humans. We are no threat to her existence. So what you are doing is pursuing a personal vendetta against Theophilus. And I thought you would have learned a thing or two about revenge when we visited Asgard together."

Aaaaaand that's when I punched him. Knocked him right off the Quai Lamblardie and into the water, not caring whether anybody saw and reported a public brawl or attempted drowning. When Leif fought his way to the surface and climbed the brick walls of the man-made basin, I lost control and shouted at him.

"You arrogant fuck! I was only there because of you! The mountains of shit I'm dealing with regarding the Norse are all due to that trip, and I only made it because I was trying to be loyal to you! Gods below, I put you back together after Thor pounded your head to gelatin! And then you betrayed me and got me involved in this vampire business!"

"You cannot pretend you had no hand in escalating it," Leif said, scaling the wall.

"What does that have to do with your betrayal? When someone hits me, I hit back."

"So do I." He coiled and sprang vertically over my head, tumbling once in the air and landing within striking distance. I hadn't enhanced my strength or speed, so I wasn't able to dodge or block his blow to my midsection. The air whuffed out of me and I staggered back, gasping for oxygen. He didn't follow up but rather stripped off his jacket with disgust and whipped the sodden mess to the ground.

"You have ruined this suit. Salt water contaminated with motor oil and the remains of many unlucky fish. Disgusting. Not that you care."

"No, I don't," I managed to say between gulps for air. With my breath returning, I said the words to increase my strength and speed. Enhanced by those bindings, I would be his physical equal-at least while the energy in my bear charm lasted. Leif knew from experience what I was doing and smiled faintly, setting himself in a defensive position.

"Theophilus was in Berlin, not Prague," I said, settling into a kung fu opening stance.

"Yes, I heard."

"Did I get him?"

"No. He yet lives. But you got some very old ones there, some older than me. Well done." He gave a few polite golf claps and smirked.

And then we had us a fight. Fast and brutal and skilled, like our old sparring sessions back in Arizona, except that now I was genuinely angry and had limited resources available. I could neither afford to take my time or make costly sacrifices that I might make with the knowledge that I could heal it quickly.

One thing I had learned from my old sessions with Leif was that it was useless to deliver body blows to a creature that did not depend on oxygen for energy. He never ran out of breath or stamina in the human sense, so those were a waste of time. Blows to the head could disorient him, however, and opening cuts above the eyes could blind him and make him more vulnerable. Though most of my blows got blocked or redirected, I did manage to plant a fist into his nose, and my elbow shattered a cheek.

But he also knew my weakness: Body blows would drain me until I had to slow down, and then it would be over. I suffered a couple of cracked ribs from his hammer fists and lost my breath again to a knee in my gut.

A lucky uppercut surprised him and he lost his feet, landing heavily on his backside, shaking his head to clear it. I had almost nothing left in my tank, so I collapsed across from him and dispelled my bindings, ending it.

I breathed heavily and bled on the quay, and Leif sat still except for his face, which was noisily reconstructing itself. Since he had recently dined he had plenty of energy for it. He wiped at the blood underneath his nose, looked surprised at how much there was on his sleeve, and then folded his legs underneath him. He dropped his head and shook it slowly as he spoke: "I know you will not believe me, but I have to say it anyway: In regard to Theophilus, I did not betray you."

"Bullshit."

"Drasche had me under surveillance. I thought my phone was secure but obviously I was overconfident. Theophilus really was in Prague, but once Drasche heard you might be coming, he sent his lover to Berlin and set up an ambush for you at the Grand Bohemia."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Because I am not completely cut off from information. Nothing is volunteered to me anymore, but I do have several people under surveillance myself, and one of them happens to be working for Drasche. My people intercepted a call from Drasche to this individual, telling him to get his undead ass over to the hotel because you were on the way. Unfortunately, I was unable to warn you. Your old number did not work and I left a voice mail with Hal Hauk since he did not answer. Please confirm with him."

I would do that, but his excuse at least had the whiff of plausibility. I had called Leif using Ty's phone, so he didn't have my new number.

"And now? Where is Theophilus now, Leif?"

"At this precise instant, I cannot tell you. But I know where he will be soon enough."

"Where?"

"What is that expression? 'All roads lead to Rome,' I believe?"

"He'll be in Rome, where I've practically eliminated all the other old vampires? Why should I believe you this time when you've lied to me so often?"

"I did not lie about Prague. I guessed that he was there-which I made clear to you and which also turned out to be a correct guess-and I am not lying about this. He must go and reclaim the city to have any legitimacy with the rest of the world's vampires. He considers the planet his empire, you know. But your guerrilla tactics have scattered us from our strongholds, driven us to hiding like rats in sewers, and, as you saw, feeding on drunkards in alleys. I do not particularly mind, but he cannot countenance that."

"I don't know. He ran away pretty quickly in Berlin. What makes you think he wants another confrontation?"

Leif chuckled. "I am sure that running away stung him, and now he is working himself up to a real fight. He has had it too easy for too long, has he not? All vampires have. Remember Cymbeline? Plenty and peace breed cowards-"

"And hardness ever of hardiness is mother. Of course I remember it. But it doesn't follow that he'll go straight to Rome."

"I think it does. I think he imagines all sorts of scenarios where he crushes you in Rome and finally frees the undead from the Druidic threat. He must be the hero of all vampires, you see. His ego requires it. And my sources say it has been a couple of days, has it not, since your yewmen have staked any vampires?"

"Yeah. Cash-flow issues. Drasche's plan worked in that regard."

"Then the proverbial coast is clear. He will retake Rome and he will be bringing a small army with him to do it. He will wait for you to come get him, and this time he will be ready for yewmen. He will have a plan."

"All right, Leif," I said. "Let's make a deal."

CHAPTER 22.

I have slept the slumber of the peaceful victor. And while a portion of my guilt remains, I believe I'm in a happy place. Even if I did it wrong, at least I finally did something about Beau Thatcher. Now it's in the past, and maybe I can leave it there and simply enjoy my cup of fulfillment; I'd like to think that I delivered some karma to my stepfather rather than earned any bad karma of my own. It might be worthwhile to discuss it with Laksha; she seems to have a heightened sensitivity to actions and their consequences now.

Still, I cannot deny that I feel good. I've crossed off the biggest item on my life's to-do list, and now I feel like sharing it with someone. But I haven't heard from Atticus in a while. I text both him and Hal Hauk but receive no answer. If Atticus got into any sort of trouble over the past couple of weeks-and he almost certainly did-he's probably switched to a new phone and I'll need to wait for him to text me. And he won't unless he's truly worried; he's sweet about giving me my space. But now that I can be with him without worrying that I'm showing Loki precisely where to find him and Oberon, I'd love to hook up again. The thing is that if I can't reach him via cell phone and also have no ability to divine him, thanks to cold iron, he can be pretty difficult to find. Perhaps the Sisters of the Three Auroras might have ideas. If I ask them where the crazy magical stuff is happening in the world, they might be able to pin that down, and wherever that is, I'll probably find Atticus. And if not, maybe it will turn out to be something that requires a Druid's attention anyway.

There's another reason to visit Warsaw: I've read a few of those poems by Wisawa Szymborska now. "Nothing Twice" is fabulous, and so is "Theatre Impressions." She's definitely my kind of poet, and I think it's time to learn Polish. Delivering that news will be welcome to the sisters, I'm sure, and make the trip worthwhile even if they're not able to help otherwise. I will most likely spend quite a bit of time with the sisters in the near future, if they're comfortable with it.

I discover, once we're in Tr na ng and searching for spots, that there are no bound trees closer to Malina Sokoowska's house than the black poplar in Pole Mokotowskie. I might need to fix that if I'm going to visit them more frequently. They have stands of pine trees nearby that would work just fine.

The jog to Rado is pleasant, though. It's early afternoon in Warsaw when we arrive, and the streets are not terribly crowded between lunch and the rush hour home. The gate to Malina's property is open, and Ewelina is sitting cross-legged on the ground outside the gate, smoking a cigarette. She flicks it into the hard-packed gravel of the street and rises, grinning, when she sees me. "Hello, Granuaile." Devil horns. "Rock on." She pushes the gate open wider and invites Orlaith and me to enter. Dominika immediately bounds out of the house and almost slips on the mossy steps as Ewelina closes the gate behind us.

"Whoops! Granuaile! You're here! Come with me and talk to Miosz!" She grabs my arm and yanks me around the side of the house.

"Oh ... Okay. What's the hurry? Is something wrong?"

"I think he's sad. Will you talk to him for me?"

"Sure." I smile faintly behind Dominika's back. While I hope it's nothing serious, I also doubt it's anything but her imagination; it's wonderful to see that Miosz has someone to worry about him, though. He will be pampered instead of neglected now. He has his nose in a bag of oats when we clear the corner of the house.

Switching over my vision and binding my mind to his, I greet him and ask if he is well. He lifts his head out of the bag and nickers at me in recognition. He answers that he is mostly content.

Is anything wrong?

His reply is that he'd like to go for walks instead of being in this same area all the time-a request that sounds simple enough and certainly understandable but somewhat fraught with risk since Loki wants him back. The mark on his hide hasn't been burned away, and I don't think I could bear to hurt him to get rid of it with the Rune of Ashes. Besides, I think the sisters are almost hoping Loki makes a move to get him-but I think they want him to make that move here, where they have all their wards in place.

I tell Miosz I'll see what I can do about that and then relay his wishes to Dominika. "He just wants to go for walks."

"Oh!" She bites her lip. "We won't be able to protect him as well."

"What if all of you accompanied him? The entire coven as opposed to simply you? Change up the times and routes so they're not predictable, but be aware that an attack could come at any time?"

"Yeah. Tell him we'll figure something out."

Dominika's and Miosz's worries temporarily relieved, I accept the invitation to baked goods this time and enter Malina's house. There's no old-world kitsch inside; it's spare, modern, and minimalist, with a focus on large oil canvases and small bronze sculptures celebrating femininity.

I'm given tea and cake and chitchat from the witches in attendance. Only half the coven is here. The news that I'd like to tackle Szymborska and the Polish language is well received, and after that I judge it would be a good time to ask for a wee favor couched as an effort to help the coven. I address the leader.

"Listen, Malina, I'd like to find Atticus and ask him about the vampire situation, among other things. But he's been out of touch and I'm not sure how to locate him at the moment. Might you have any idea how to do that?"

She blinks at me and says, "His cold iron aura shields him from our sight. He's cloaked every bit as much as you are."

"Oh, I know. But I thought we could be clever about it and search for where the ruckus is."

"What do you...? Are you talking about something specific? If so, maybe we could find it. Could you describe the ruckus?"

"No, it's not specific. I simply think that whatever you find will be vampire-related."

"We have trouble divining the undead as well."

"Yes, but I thought that by now they would have recruited a few magical allies. Atticus has been paying some Fae to assassinate them, and they've been quite effective. I think the vampires might start paying magic users of their own for protection. So I suppose what I'm saying is, wherever you detect that a large magical signature has flared up recently, that's where Atticus will be. And if he's not, well, maybe a large magical signature deserves my attention anyway."

"Hmm." Malina taps her index finger on the granite kitchen countertop a few times, considering. Her eyes travel around the room, taking in the witches present. There are six in all, and she nods. "Okay, it's worth a try if it gets us closer to a vampire-free Poland. There are some here in Warsaw and a few others preying on students in Pozna that we particularly do not enjoy. Anna, will you remain here and give Granuaile her first Polish lesson? The rest of us will try to find the equivalent of a magical ruckus."

As the other sisters file out to the back acreage, Anna does a little Muppet flail in her excitement to teach me her language. She grabs a pad and pen and starts with the alphabet and sounds. I've always liked the letter z, so discovering that Polish has three versions-z, , and -confirms that I have made the right choice. Time slips by in language acquisition over tea until Malina and the others return. I notice they have little moonshine yarrow blossoms in their hair.

"Rome," Malina says without preamble. "You need to go to Rome."

"Why? What's happening there?"

"Something very strange is going on in the Piazza di Spagna. I'd say it's almost Rosicrucian, except it feels a bit off."

"I don't know what you mean by that."

"The short version is that there are powerful wards around some of the buildings there, but they're unusually constructed. They're probably traps. I wouldn't simply walk in there to see what happens."

"And these are recent?"

"Yes. We haven't sensed anything like this before."

"Okay," I say, getting up. Orlaith rises with me and wags her tail. "I'm on it."

"Be extremely careful, Granuaile. Call us if you want to talk about it once you take a closer look."

"All right, will do." I thank Anna for the language lesson and take my leave, jogging back to Pole Mokotowskie with Orlaith. I teach her the names for Italian charcuterie on the way, with the result that she can't wait to try prosciutto and culatello and salama da sugo ferrarese.

"We'll see what we find first once we get to Rome: a deli or Atticus and Oberon."