Dee parked me by the menu sign. “I know a guy in the kitchen. Stay here. I’ll be right back.” She waded through the throng like a bulldozer in heels, scattering tourists left and right.

I leaned against the sign, trying not to get stepped on, and watched the people go by. A costumed brunette in black lace and burgundy satin sashayed down the street a few minutes later, flirting and laughing and posing for photos. And getting steadily closer to a group of three too-pale loiterers.

The performer stopped near the trio to straighten a garter, smiling at them flirtatiously. She obviously liked admiration, and they were giving it to her in spades. Her smile grew as they surrounded her and didn’t falter even when their hands brushed down her arms. She was still smiling when they started to feed.

It was the PC way to do it, drawing her blood up through the skin in molecules so small, even she didn’t notice, but three on one was a definite no-no. Three hungry vampires could drain a human in less than a minute, and she was already looking unsteady on her feet. I glanced around, but there was no security in sight. Wonderful.

I darted across the street before I could talk myself out of it just as a master vamp approached from the other direction. He grabbed the girl and sent her spinning into a party of Japanese tourists. They happily started posing for photos while she blinked at them dazedly, her cheeks pale under a liberal amount of blush.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like the Senate had their own security in place, and he looked pretty pissed off. The master hoisted one of the three delinquents into the air by his expensive lapels, looked him over with a slight curl to his lip and tossed him casually into the water tower. That would have been great, except the tower was a prop with no actual water in it. It hadn’t been designed to withstand the force of a 180-pound vampire hitting it at about ninety miles an hour, which it demonstrated by groaning and toppling slowly into the crowd.

People screamed and scattered as it hit down, including the two remaining miscreants who’d started the whole thing. The master cursed and went after them, leaving me standing in the street in front of the downed tower. Everyone who wasn’t running for the sidewalks was looking right at me—including two war mages.

For an instant, we locked eyes, and I saw theirs widen in recognition. Shit! I ran for the nearest sidewalk, intending to get out of sight and shift—assuming I could. But the crowd was six deep on either side, and nobody felt like letting me through. I looked back to find the mages almost on top of me. I changed course and scurried for the fallen tower. Maybe, if I could get underneath—

An arm reached out of the aluminum side of the tower and pulled me in. Only I didn’t end up there. There was a moment of disorientation and then I popped out on a balcony hanging off the facade of a fake feed store. “I thought I told you to stay put!” Dee said, pushing a fallen curl out of her face.

“What did you—How many portals are there?”

“Never counted. A bunch were put in for a magic act a couple years ago and nobody ever shut them down. They don’t use magic unless they’re activated, so . . .” She shrugged. “Anyway, I got you an End of the Line burger and fries. Will that do?”

I took a greasy sack that smelled like heaven. “Absolutely,” I said fervently.

“Okay, then. We’re making progress. Now stay here while I go look for some shoes.”

“Gotcha.” The balcony was more for show than anything else and only a few feet wide. I’d have to eat standing up, but at the moment, I didn’t care.

Dee nodded and stepped back through the side of the building, heedless of any watching eyes, not that there appeared to be any. The crowd was fixated on the mages, who were studying the fallen tower suspiciously. One cautiously stuck an arm in the side, which disappeared up to the shoulder—and reappeared on my side of the portal.

It flailed around for a second, almost brushing against me twice, while he craned his neck and looked around to see where it came out. He didn’t see me, but someone in the crowd did and pointed. The waving arm snatched at me, I jerked back and it grabbed my sandwich bag instead. And disappeared.

“Damn it!”

The mage pulled my lunch out on his side of the portal, dropped it on the ground like he was afraid it was contagious and threw a fireball at it. The crowd roared in delight, apparently deciding that this was some unscheduled entertainment. I almost cried.

“That was my lunch, you idiot!” I yelled right before he stepped through the portal.

He appeared in my face, startling me, and I instinctively pushed him away. He fell back through the portal, stumbled out of the tower and landed on his ass. He glared, scrambled up and pulled a gun.

For a moment, I didn’t believe he’d do it. There were a couple hundred people around; no way would he risk killing one of them while trying to take me out. The Circle hadn’t impressed me with their sanity, but they weren’t that crazy.

Then he pointed the gun, not at me, but at the fallen tower.

I threw myself out of the way just as he shot at point-blank range into the portal. The bullet came out my side, ruffling my hair on its way past, and shattered a lighted sign on the other side of the street. I was still staring at the sparks and broken glass when he launched himself back through—and this time he grabbed me.

I panicked and shifted—and since he was still holding on, he came along for the ride. We landed on the roof of the opposite building, or rather, he did. I was left dangling over the side, and in his surprise, he let go.

I shifted midair and ended up back where I’d started, woozy and nauseous. Shifting two people on no food and maybe five hours’ sleep had wiped me out. I didn’t think I could do it again. That proved to be a problem when the other mage popped out of the portal practically on top of me.

I did the only thing I could. I grabbed his coat, swung him around and fell back through the portal before he could curse me. I rolled out of the tower a second later, into the middle of the street, adding another layer of bruises. The crowd applauded as I struggled to my feet.

“They do it with doubles,” I heard someone say. “The girl on the balcony was a lot more blond.”

“You’d think they’d check for something like that,” someone else said.

The mage stepped out of the portal and tripped over my body, kicking me painfully in the ribs. Down the street, his partner jumped from the roof and started for us through the crowd. I got my feet under me, kicked the still-burning remains of my lunch in the mage’s face and ran.

“Over here!” I saw Dee waving at me, her wig towering over everyone else. A hand grabbed the back of my sweatshirt, but she jerked me over the heads of the last few people and it fell away. She swiveled on a heel, plunged into a ladies’ restroom and shoved me into the janitor’s closet. I didn’t even have time to catch my breath before we fell through a wall.

We tumbled out into my room again a second later. I landed on the bed, but Dee hit her shin painfully on the side of the headboard. “Fuck it, that’s twice today!”

I lay there, staring at the wall, wondering who was going to come through next. But nobody did. I guess the mages hadn’t been able to pass the gauntlet of outraged women in line.

“Here!” Dee threw a package on the bed and pulled my shoes out of her bra. “God, what I do to look good,” she said, clutching them to her heaving bosom. And disappeared.

Chapter Twelve

I tried room service, but after getting a busy signal for ten minutes straight, I put my new sneakers on and decided to go out.

There are things I am never going to like about Vegas: the relentless sun that reflects off sand and glass and concrete everywhere you look. The constantly changing skyline, where housing developments and gaudy tourist traps seem to pop up and fade away overnight, as if the whole city is set on fast-forward. And the crowds of tourists that are constantly underfoot. But you have to love a place just a little that serves up pizza and beer to go at midnight.

I reentered Dante’s through a side entrance, intending to find a quiet place to picnic. But apparently someone else had other ideas. A meaty hand reached out of a stairwell and grabbed me around the wrist.

“If you want some pizza, you could just ask,” I told Marco.

He glowered at me out of red-rimmed eyes but didn’t say anything. Just breathed heavily and stuck a phone in my ear. “Cassie? Are you there?” a voice asked.

Damn. It was Mircea. And I hadn’t even started to figure out what to say to him yet—about a lot of things. “What did you do to Marco?” I demanded, deciding to go with a good offense.

“Assigned him as your permanent bodyguard.” Mircea’s usually warm voice was cold steel.

“I meant as punishment.”

“So did I.”

I stared at the phone for a moment and then clicked it shut.

It almost immediately rang again.

I tossed it at Marco and continued walking. He followed. “You gotta take the boss’s call.”

“Or what?”

There was a slight pause. “He’ll be mad.”

“He’s already mad.”

“At me.”

I looked up to find Marco practically shaking in his boots. His face was pale and his eyes were almost bugging out of his head. He looked terrified.

At that moment, I didn’t like Mircea very much.

The phone rang.

Marco held it out to me and I took it. “What?”

“I thought you might wish to know that Raphael is in the infirmary.”

I stopped walking. “Why?”

“The doctors tell me that he is dying.” Mircea said something else, but I didn’t hear him. I’d already dropped the phone and the pizza and was running for the stairs.

I don’t remember how I got to the lobby and couldn’t tell you the name of the person who gave me directions. I skidded into a table on the way and almost fell but managed to clutch it with both hands and hang on. Cursing, I started to take off again and ran into a solid wall of vampire.

Alphonse, Tony’s onetime head henchman, set me back on my feet. As usual, his seven-foot-plus body was clad in a bespoke suit. This one was dark tan with a cranberry stripe, and he had a ruby the size of a quail’s egg for a tie tack. More rubies glinted from a couple of finger rings and from the wrist of his longtime girlfriend, Sal. He had the suits cut loose to conceal the half ton of weaponry he carried but didn’t need. Between him and Sal, they could have taken out a platoon.