The glass door swung open then, bringing in a blast of cold air and Angelo, light hair tousled, face ruddy with recently drunk blood, wool coat flapping. He only hesitated a moment, glancing around until he found me and marched to meet me.
As usual, Cormac stayed seated and calm, but his hand had disappeared into a jacket pocket and the stake he likely kept there. Angelo didn’t even notice.
He regarded me, and I raised a brow at him, prompting.
“What did you do?” he said finally.
“What do you mean, what did I do?”
“Marid called. Marid. He’s a legend, you know, and he doesn’t call anyone. He appears mysteriously, that’s it. But he called me. Roman has fled Split in something of an uproar, I gather. Left behind henchmen, odds and ends. But apparently he found what he was looking for right before being chased off. No idea where he’s gone next, but Marid is sure something spooked him. So of course I assume you did something, to answer for Antony. So does Marid. He asked me, I’m asking you.”
I hesitated, because my first thought was that I hadn’t done anything, not really. I was the victim here, right? I tilted my head, pursed my lips. “If he calls back, can you ask him if he’s ever heard of a vampire named Kumarbis?”
Angelo’s brow furrowed. “I’ve never heard of him.”
“I’m not asking if you’ve heard of him, but has Marid?”
“This one’s old, then, I take it?”
“Oh, yes.”
“And he’s the one responsible for making Dux Bellorum bolt?”
Credit where credit was due. “I think so, yes.”
“And where is this astonishing person now?”
I pressed my lips together and shook my head.
“Ah,” Angelo sighed with understanding, and finally sank into one of the empty chairs at the table. “So. What happened?”
“I’m not sure I even know anymore.”
“Is he coming here next?” Angelo said. “If Roman’s on the move, and he thinks you had something to do with flushing him out of his last hideout, will he be coming here? Do I need to worry?”
“If I could predict what Roman was going to do I’d have staked him a long time ago. How many times can I say it, I don’t know.”
“So the answer is—maybe,” he said.
Yeah, it was. Silence gave him his answer.
I expected him to whine. To wilt and moan about the unfairness of it all. To blame me for putting him this position, for driving Rick out when Rick was the one who should have been here, defending the city. But he didn’t do any of that. Straightening, he set his expression, put his hands on the table as if we’d been at a formal conference.
“Right, then,” he said. “Might not hurt to prepare. Call in favors and such. Kitty, Ben, I’ll be in touch.” He gave a decisive nod and swept out just as abruptly as he’d swept in.
We all stared after him. “Is it weird that I found that reassuring?” I said.
Ben rested his hand on my leg. A point of contact, a touch of comfort.
He said, “We need everything we can get on Roman. Cormac, do you think you can decipher the book?”
“I’ve got some leads. Not many, but it’s a start. In her diary, she lists some of her mentors, some of the people who got her started in magic. One of them’s a great-aunt who lives down in Manitou Springs. We could get in touch with her, find out if she knows Amy’s code or has any ideas about cracking it.”
Next of kin. I hadn’t even thought about trying to find Zora’s—Amy’s—family to tell them what happened to her. Not something I was looking forward to, but it looked like I might have to. I rubbed my eyes, suddenly tired. “Yeah, okay.”
“I can take care of that,” Cormac said. “I—we—know what to ask.”
“You and Amelia can talk to her, magician to magician like?” I said, trying to make light. He turned a hand in agreement. Didn’t say a word. Already making plans, and I wouldn’t have to worry about it.