“How did you do it?” Sergio asked. “Can you do the same for Amal?”
Pressing her lips together, Cassandra appeared uneasy. Aimee gave her a significant look, but Cassandra responded with a short shake of her head.
Aimee sighed, her fingers fidgeting with the bracelets she wore on one wrist. After a long pause, she said, “I don’t know if I can help a vampire. It was a spell I had to cast. It was complicated.”
Curiosity gripped Amaliya. She had a feeling the dhamphir and witch were hiding something significant and not willing to divulge the information. One look at Cian revealed that he thought the same, but he gave her hand a light squeeze to keep her from saying anything. They’d talk to the women later.
“So if you can’t make vampires, what are you going to do?” Sergio asked Cian, his eyes narrowed. “Without more people how the hell do you plan to take on The Summoner?”
“That’s the thing,” Jeff said, speaking up. “If we can keep him from getting all the rings, we may not have to fight to keep him from tearing the veil. The Assembly is going to help us track down the rings and claim them. I’ve been on the phone most of the last few days trying to get some sort of plan going among all the various groups.”
“And we have one hidden,” Cassandra muttered.
“That puts us ahead automatically, right?” Aimee ventured a small encouraging smile.
“Except he will still come for Amaliya.” Rachon tilted her head and regarded the tattooed woman with a quite serious expression. “You’re unique. He’ll want you at his side even if he fails to rip open the veil.”
“That’s their fight,” Eduardo said, gesturing toward Cian and Amaliya. “Not mine.”
Samantha glowered at the coyote. “Do you have to be such an asshole?”
“I’m stating the truth. We’re all here to save the world, not her. Even if she is pretty fuckin’ hot and I’d love to bend her—”
Cian kicked Eduardo’s chair over. The coyote hit the floor, rolled, and came up growling. Instantly on his feet, Cian bared his fangs, eyes flashing red.
Amaliya rolled her eyes. “Oh, my gawd! Calm the fuck down, boys!”
“Don’t push me, vampire,” Eduardo said around a mouthful of sharp teeth.
“You’re in my city because I allow it.” Cian answered. “Amaliya is mine, not yours.”
“Excuse me?” Amaliya slammed her high heels onto the floor and stood with her hands on her hips. “I’m my own person, Cian, and your girlfriend. You don’t own me.”
Rachon laughed with delight. “And you wonder why I won’t send more of my people to help you.”
Back me up. He’s challenging my authority, Cian’s voice said clearly in Amaliya’s mind. Don’t weaken me.
“But Cian is totally the boss of the city and what he says goes,” Amaliya said quickly, her brow furrowing. Had she really heard Cian’s words in her head? She didn’t want to undermine him, so she decided to act as though she had somehow really heard him. “I’m totally in his corner, so back your shit down, Eduardo.”
Eduardo narrowed his non-human eyes at her.
“So if I tell you to help me defend Amaliya, you will do exactly that or you will leave my city.” Cian met the coyote’s gaze. His lean muscled body was tensed for battle.
Using the tip of his boot, Eduardo up righted his chair, slumped into it, and nodded. “Fine.”
“The truth of the matter is that we all have a role to play,” Cian said, turning to face the people gawking at him from around the table. “Jeff, coordinate with The Assembly. Aimee, find a way to set up strong wards against any form of attack and we need the most powerful defensive and offensive spells you can mix. Alexia, you need to start building a communication center so we can keep track of what is going on. Rachon, send Baptiste, but you better prepare your people to fight if the veil does come down. Benchley, you know a lot about ghosts and mediums, so help Samantha. Samantha, you need to be at full power, so you’ll need to practice, and often. Amaliya, I expect you to do the same. Cass, I will need you to build an arsenal that will be able to take out supernaturals. Sergio, go home. This isn’t your fight.”
“I’m invested in this, too! I have a family,” Sergio exclaimed.
“You’re also a liability. You’re not trained for this.” Cian remained standing, arms folded over his chest. Amaliya remained at his side, trying to look supportive and imposing.
“Then train me!”
“Go home,” Amaliya said, tired of the fighting. “Sergio, I already lost Grandmama. Do I have to lose you, too?”
With a grunt of frustration, Sergio looked away from her. “Fine.”
“What will you do, Cian?” Jeff ventured to ask.