“You traitor!” “Not me.” Dragan’s arm wrapped around me. “Drusilla, Luke—with me. Emerson, bring Miyagi.” He picked me up and ran up the stairs. Only to plow into a line of vampires between us and the front door. Giuseppe anchored one end, barely recognizable in a brown wig, his cheeks plumped as if he was chewing cotton wads. Camille stood on the other end, though she didn’t look happy. Nosferatu grinned from the middle, waggling a finger at us. “Not betrayed, Emerson. Simply incredibly stupid.” Dragan’s hands tightened on me. “Gravloth heard us talking at Bo’s.” “The Soul Stealer has the strength of an ancient,” Nosferatu agreed. “He’s also got the hearing.” Behind us, Gravloth roared. It was followed by Bo shouting in pain. Dragan’s eyes flicked between Luke and Julian. He twitched his head to the right. Then he lifted his head and paused. When his head came down, he, Julian and Luke ran straight for the door to the balcony. Julian still held Miyagi and Luke grabbed Dru’s hand on the way.
