I turned to Curran. “We have to get her out.”

He grabbed the bars and let go. “Silver. I need the saws.”

“We’re short on time,” Jim said.

“I’m not moving until she’s out,” I said.

Jim gave me a hard look.

“She said she wants her out,” Andrea told him. “Don’t give her any crap.”

“Take your time,” Ghastek said. His vampires moved to cover the way we had come. “Nobody should starve to death in a cell.”

Jim pulled out the saws and he and Curran began slicing through the bars. Metal screeched.

Naeemah watched me with feverish eyes.

“What are you doing here? Did Hugh put you here?”

“Yes. For helping you,” she said. “And for my son.”

“What happened to your son?”

“He refused a job for d’Ambray. I’m a lesson he wants to teach my children.”

I added one more item to my “Reasons to Kill Hugh” list. It was getting long.

One cell bar hit the floor.

A vampire shot into the passageway. Ghastek’s ancients moved like the two blades of a pair of scissors. Two coordinated slices of their talons and the invader’s head rolled to the floor.

I hadn’t realized how tired I was while I was moving. I was standing still now and the exhaustion was trying to pull me to the ground. And once I landed, I would stay there.

The second bar dropped down. One more and the gap would be wide enough for her to get out.

The avalanche of vampiric minds was getting closer.

Third bar. Naeemah squeezed through the opening.

“We need to run now,” Ghastek said, his voice very calm.

“Which way?” Curran asked.

“This way.” Naeemah ran down the hallway. “I know the way out.”

“Do you trust her?” Jim asked.

“Yes!” I ran after her, stumbling.

We dashed across the room. Behind us the door shuddered—the undead were trying to break through. My legs decided this would be an awesome time to stop supporting my weight. Curran grabbed my arm, steadying me.

A dark hole gaped in the wall in front of us. Naeemah dove into it. The wererats followed her.

A vampire fell from the ceiling, cutting off Nasrin and Christopher. The healer reared back and slapped the undead upside the head, ramming it against the cell on the left. The vampire’s skull broke like an egg dropped on the pavement. I turned to Curran. “What is she . . . ?”

“Iranian lion.” He pointed at the hole. “Go!”

I reached the hole and looked down. All I could see was a shaft leading down at a sharp angle. Here goes nothing. I jumped in legs first and slid down on my ass, rolling through complete darkness. My butt hit something wet. I smelled algae. My hands slid over slime. I hurtled down through the tunnel. If there was a concrete floor waiting for me below, I’d make a lovely splat.

Light flared ahead. I planted my boots into the bottom of the tunnel, but the slick, algae-coated stone offered no resistance. If this had been a movie, this would be the part where I was supposed to yank a knife out and dig it into the stone to slow myself down. Except I’d break my nonexistent knife, hurt my arm, and still end up as a wet human pancake.

The tunnel ended. I went airborne for two terrifying seconds and plunged down into warm water. Yay, survival. I kicked up to the surface and swam away from the hole in the ceiling.

A huge room spread before me. Above, an ornate yellow ceiling, beautiful and gilded, soared in elegant arches, as if someone had opened a portal in time and Renaissance glamour spilled out. The golden swirls glowed, bright enough to bathe the entire chamber in soothing light. An enormous dusty chandelier hung from the circular recess in the ceiling, like a collection of crystals suspended from the roof of a cave. The remnants of red curtains sagged on both sides of me. Beyond them the room widened, its bottom flooded with emerald-green water. Plants covered the water’s surface. Cream and ivory lotuses, the tips of their petals touched with pink, floated next to larger bright yellow lotus blossoms. Star-shaped lilies bloomed among wide leaves, some lavender, some scarlet, some with petals of light orange darkening to copper-red near the center. Ten feet above the water a balcony, cushioned in greenery, dripped vermilion and moss-green vines.

What the hell?

Curran swam up next to me.

“Are you seeing this?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“So I’m not hallucinating?”

“Nope.”

“Think if we crawl on that balcony, those plants will eat us?”

“If they try, I’ll eat them first.”

Naeemah climbed up the side wall and jumped onto the balcony, disappearing behind the plant growth. Thomas and Robert followed.

“We’re in the Orpheum Theater,” Ghastek said behind me.

“You’ve been here?” I asked.

“No, but I’ve seen the photographs, when I studied for my trip to Mishmar. This is Slosburg Hall, one of Omaha’s historic buildings. It was among the structures Roland had bought.”

I swam through the water. It was so warm and I was so tired.

“Are you okay?” Curran asked.

“If I pass out face down in this water, will you fish me out?”

“Will you promise to call me Your Majesty?”

“Hell no.”

“Then I’ll have to think about it.”

Ghastek and his trio of vampires swam past us. This water would never end. The place was getting hazy, and I knew I’d run myself dry. My body had nothing left.

My fingers touched the wall. I gripped the gouge in the stone, trying to pull myself up, and then Curran put his hand under my foot and lifted me up, out of the water. I climbed the wall, grabbed Robert’s hand, and made it onto the ledge. The balcony rose in terraces, each terrace filled with soil. Here and there, the tops of red chairs poked through the moist ground. Flowers filled the terraces: roses, tulips, poppies, daisies, and odd but strikingly beautiful blossoms that looked like a cluster of inverted tulips hanging in an umbrella arrangement from a single purplish stem. Breathtaking . . . A strange serenity came over me.

“Safe here,” Naeemah said. “Vampires do not come here.”

I sank to the ground and closed my eyes, and the world disappeared.

• • •

“WHAT THE FUCK were you thinking?” Curran growled.

I rolled to my feet. Slayer felt wrong in my hand. The weight was off.

Reality hit me like a brick in the face. Oh. That’s right. It wasn’t Slayer. Damn it.

A sour smell hit my nostrils. To the side Andrea bent over and vomited into the grass. She wiped her mouth and straightened. “I was thinking that my best friend was stuck in Mishmar and she would need my help getting out.”

“I meant to talk to you about that,” I said.

“I’m all ears,” Andrea said.

“This is a suicide mission and you’re pregnant. What the f**k were you thinking?”

“He already said that. You guys are no fun. How about ‘I’m happy for you’ or ‘How far along are you’ instead?”

“You’re a moron,” I told her.

“They needed a shooter and someone who knows something about Roland and Mishmar besides Christopher.”

“You’re pregnant,” I told her.

“You’d do it for me,” she said. “Now excuse me, I’m going to go pee and puke some more.” She wandered off and disappeared behind the greenery.

Curran shook his head and held out a container of Doolittle’s wonder food for me. I took it and began eating. “How long was I out?”

“Two hours.”

“No vampires?”

“No.”

I looked around. Curran, Christopher, Nasrin, Jim, Andrea, and Ghastek, bleary-eyed. That’s right. He had to stay awake. If he fell asleep now, his vampires would rip into us. “Where is everyone else?”

“The rats and Naeemah went ahead to scout the way,” Curran said.

I reached out with my magic. Constellations of vampires surrounded us. Some above, some to the sides . . . Their numbers had swelled while I slept. Fifty . . . Sixty? If they jumped us now, even with my help, we might not survive. I asked Curran for Slayer’s pieces and tucked them away into my clothes. It was broken, but it made me feel better. I’d crushed vampire minds before, when trapped in Hugh’s castle. I could kill some off, but making their heads blow up took a big chunk of magic out of me.

Ten minutes later, I was about halfway through eating the food when Thomas, Robert, and Naeemah came through the door in the back of the garden.

“Do you want bad news or bad news?” Thomas said.

Curran sighed. “Give me the bad news.”

“There’s only one way out of here,” Robert said. “Directly behind that door is a huge round room, extremely deep. There’s a metal bridge that controls the only access to the other side.”

“Is it broken?” I guessed.

“No, it’s retracted. From the other side.”

“If it’s retracted, there must be a mechanism to extend it,” Ghastek said.

Thomas grimaced. “That’s the other bad news.”

• • •

WHEN IT CAME to size, huge could be an understatement. I stood on a narrow ledge. A cavernous chamber lay open in front of me, molded together from the walls and stones of a hundred different buildings. Shaped like an egg set on its wide end, it stretched up and down for at least a hundred feet. A narrow spire of concrete blocks, chunks of brickwork, and steel beams, cemented together by hardened soil, sprouted from the center of the chamber. An identical but inverted spire stretched from the ceiling. They met in the center, clamping between them a rectangular box of solid rock about the size of a large two-story house. A narrow doorway allowed a glimpse inside the room. Whatever was in there glowed with pale purple, as if the room were a geode containing a treasure within.

A metal breezeway circled the rectangular box. A metal bridge led from the ledge where I stood to the breezeway. I could see a large door in the opposite wall, slightly to the left. Another bridge led from that door to the breezeway. But it fell short, the last two-thirds of it retracted.

“Too far to jump,” Robert assessed.

“What about down?” Andrea asked.

I looked down. Steam slunk along the bottom of the chamber. Odd shapes protruded from it. I looked closer. Vampire bones, half sunken in the reddish goo. As I watched, a bloodsucker moved slowly through the goo, oblivious to us.

“That would be a very bad idea,” Ghastek said.

No shit.

“There’s a wheel inside the room,” Naeemah said. “If we turn the wheel, the far bridge will extend and we can cross.”

“So what’s the problem?” Curran asked. “We go in and turn the wheel.”

“Try it,” Thomas told him.

Curran started down the bridge. A third of the way down, he stopped and gripped the rails. The muscles on his arms bulged. His face changed, reshaping itself into a leonine muzzle. His hair stood on end. He snarled, like a pissed-off cat.

“Honey?” I called out.

“Well, he got farther than I did,” Thomas said.

Curran’s body shook. He was straining but making no progress.

“Curran!” I called.

He turned around and shook himself. His face reshaped itself back into a human. He spat a single word out. “Magic.”

“Alright,” Ghastek said. “My turn.”

The ancient vampire with the scar scuttled forward onto the bridge. Curran leaned to one side, letting the bloodsucker pass. The vampire made it about six feet past Curran and stopped. Ghastek planted his feet, his eyes fixed on the room, and slowly extended his right arm forward. The vampire shivered and hugged the bridge. A vein on the side of Ghastek’s face pulsed. The vampire didn’t move an inch.

“If your head explodes, can I have your stuff?” I asked.

“My head won’t explode,” Ghastek said, his voice dry, and strode toward the bridge. “May I pass, please?”

“Knock yourself out.” Curran came back and stepped off the bridge onto the ledge.

Ghastek began walking across the bridge.

“This will be interesting,” Robert said.

Ghastek slowed, then stopped a few feet behind the vampire. He stared at the glowing room in the heart of the chamber for a long second, his spine rigid, and spoke, his voice too muffled to make out the words.

“What is he saying?” I asked.

“I can’t,” Curran said. “Power. Darkness . . . I think he’s losing it.”

Ghastek sank to his knees.

“You might want to go and get him,” I murmured to Curran.

“Can’t we just leave him there?”

“No, we can’t.”

Curran walked along the bridge, touched Ghastek’s shoulder, and pulled him to his feet. The Master of the Dead turned around. His eyes were wide under furrowed eyebrows, his mouth slack. I knew this emotion very well. Something had terrified Ghastek out of his wits. He returned to the ledge, his vampire and Curran following him.

“What was it?” Andrea asked.

Ghastek took a deep breath.

“I think he needs a minute,” I said.

Slowly Ghastek’s face relaxed. “Power,” he said finally. “Incomprehensible power. We’re in the very center of Mishmar, and that room is its heart. Everything you saw, all of the magic you felt, that room is the source of it all. I can’t enter. I tried. I just can’t.”

“We could wait until the tech hits,” Andrea said.