FORTY-SIX
LIV
“What are you doing here?” Warin growled, not moving out of his defensive pose in front of me while I fumbled with my ruined pants to cover myself up.
“Let’s just say a little bird told me Chicago’s Night Lord was conspiring with witches, of all things.” Zeth smiled pleasantly, but the deadly danger in his eyes was unmistakable. “As the oldest vampire currently on the continent, it’s my duty to look into such serious allegations. And what do I come across? Warin Waldlitch, promising a dirty little witch he’ll keep her secret. The same witch I saw him feed his own blood to not two weeks ago. How very, very unfortunate.”
“You’re the Ancient behind the skinwalkers,” Warin said, dawning realization in his voice. “You came all the way from the Old World to orchestrate this. Wh
