Page 103 of Obsessed in Blood

I rolled my eyes. Of all times to notice. “Did they get Hamilton out?”

“I don’t know. But the entrance to the cave was exactly where Cato said it would be.”

He moved past me to the front door and glanced out. All was clear, but my heart raced, remembering the dream. He shut the door behind us, and this time turned left back toward the staff apartment. I held my breath as we ran, waiting for the spotlight and sound of gunfire.

When we reached the spot where the fairy vampire had left them, I stopped to catch my breath.

“Are you alright?”

I nodded. “Catching my breath. I had to get past the point of my dream—” I straightened and shrugged. “Just needed to get past it.”

Devon watched me for a moment and then took my hand. “We changed it. We’re okay.”

All I could think was—for now. We walked hand in hand out of the garden, straightening our clothes from our run, but anyone else who noticed us would think we’d just returned from a dalliance.

The first team I spotted was Sergi and Bella, who loitered inside the solarium behind a potted palm tree. We let them leave first and trailed a good distance behind them. Simone and Elijah were still in the ballroom, and Devon nodded as we passed them.

When we were in the thick of the crowd, Sergi and Bella grew close.

“I’ve seen Lorenzo a couple of times, up on the second floor.” Sergi turned when Bella tapped him on the shoulder and accepted a glass of champagne. “There seems to be a lounge up there and probably another bar where he entertains his friends. He comes to the balcony with a redhead every fifteen minutes or so to look over the crowd, waving at some, and calling others upstairs. We’d just moved to the solarium before you arrived. Simone and Elijah always seem to find a large group to hide in.”

“Has Lucas signaled yet?” I shifted from foot to foot, my gaze shooting around the room, watching for any sign Lorenzo’s vamps might be on to us.

“It’s too early yet. He was going to wait until he made it to the boat.” Devon put an arm around me. “You need to settle down, you look as nervous as a rabbit waiting for the hound to dart in.”

I leaned against him, but I couldn’t help lifting my gaze to the second floor. “Has anyone seen Lorenzo anywhere but the second floor?”

Bella shook her head. “Not while we were here.”

Devon checked his burner phone. I was probably making him nervous. They quieted as they watched the crowd.

After a few minutes, Bella asked. “How about a drink?” She stopped a passing server and handed glasses to me and Devon. No one drank, but I agreed it looked odd without having one.

Then I spotted two vamps climbing the stairs to the second floor. They appeared to be in some disagreement, and then I chuckled.

“What is it?” Devon asked.

“Those vamps heading up the stairs.” The white-blond hair was a dead giveaway. “I think that’s Erik and Ulrik.”

“Who?” Bella asked.

“The Oslo twins.”

Sergi and Devon both turned to look. When the twins reached the second floor, they leaned against the railing and gave the crowd a slow scan. They were smiling, and whatever they’d been arguing about no longer seemed important. I would lay odds they were betting on something.

Then their gazes stopped on our group. Erik lifted his glass half filled with a clear liquid as if in a toast. Vodka, if I had to guess.

He smiled. Neither brother wore a mask, which didn’t surprise me. It was difficult to hide that blond hair. Then they set their drinks on the railing, and each pulled something out of their pockets and shook it out. They held a thin black mask, and they slid them on.

Erik crooked a finger at me.

“What could they want?” Sergi asked.

“And how did they spot you?” Devon glanced around, his grip around my waist tightening.

“Will they cause a scene if you don’t go?” Bella asked.

“I don’t know, and I don’t think so. They’ve helped me out of situations before.” I glanced up at Devon. “I think I should go up and see what they want.”