“All I need to know is if it could work.” I looked up at the two men standing before me, unwilling to accept the doubt in their eyes. “I don’t know if an experienced vampire could do such a thing, never mind you. It could go wrong. Badly wrong,” Eddie said. “It’s going to go wrong for Carl if I don’t try something. Daimhín called me herself before dawn. A private jet will be ready at midnight. If I’m not there, everyone’s screwed. It’s not even that. I should go. They need the Guardians here, what’s left of them. They’re still recruiting replacements. They won’t have a decent system in place for a while. If I can deal with this, it might give them time if something else does happen.” “Maybe anarchy’s the best thing that could happen to this country,” Eddie said. “Starting fresh could work.” “Is he serious?” I asked. Peter shrugged. “Carl doesn’t have time for us arguing about anything besides him. He’s going to die. Is there any way she can stop it?”
