The Summoning CHAPTER EIGHTEEN I had some serious frustration to work out which was why I wasn't too upset to hear the priestess of Water witches regularly visited the Dungeon on Saturday nights. The only Underground-club-worthy clothing I owned now was Morrígan's fetish outfit with the secret surprise. I figured the chances of meeting up with her there, with the remote control in her possession, were next to slim. The man I did expect to see there didn't fail me. When I hopped off the last step onto the club's dull black dance floor I spotted Aiden Bruce across the room beside an iron maiden, sipping on something crimson that could have been fancy wine or human blood, neither would have surprised me. He'd been watching the entrance as if he were waiting for someone to arrive. The vampire set his half-finished glass in the hands of a passing woman who might not even work there and then he started forward without taking his eyes from me. His kind of attention, that intent warmth in his silver eyes powerful enough to wake things that were usually dormant, made me hesitate in the entrance for a second longer than I should have.
