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‘tell-all’ suicide note tucked in his pocket confessing to whatever
brutal murder had just happened – the brutal murder that had Raymond’s name written
all over it.”
    “But you killed him and there was no solid evidence that he did those
things,” I argued. I knew I needed to shut up; this wasn’t what we were here to
discuss. But what if someone used that logic on Lucas – piled together
circumstantial evidence and decided it was okay to stake him?
    “This is why I don’t explain the things I’m forced to do,” Lucas said
with a smirk. He turned his attention to Nicholas. “I did warn you she was a
firecracker. Divulge your actions at your own risk.” Lucas looked like he was
trying to hold back laughter.
    “There are always casualties in war.” We all turned to look at Emmett
when he spoke. He was leaning forward on the couch, head in hands, resting his
elbows on his knees. “You guys understand, right? This is just the beginning.
One vampire is nothing, compared to what’s to come.”
    “What aren’t you telling us? What else do you know?” I demanded. “I’d
rather have a heads up if we’re about to be in the middle of a bloodbath,
thanks.”
    “It’s obvious,” Emmett shot back. “I’ve been warning you that a war is
coming; what do you think war is? Everyone airs their grievances then they all
shake hands and go home? I’ve been trying to prepare you, but you don’t listen.”
    I tried to think of something to say back, but there was nothing. Emmett
was right. I was choosing to wear blinders. War meant death. And one vampire
didn’t matter in terms of the big picture.
    “Anyway,” Nicholas said, deliberately ignoring both of us. “Raymond’s
been on my radar off and on over the years, and this was as good a time as any
to take him out.”
    “So you cut off a hunk of his neck to recreate that barcode?” I asked.
    Nicholas nodded. “Yeah, I have a contact who is also a damn good artist;
he figured out how it was applied and put it on me, line for line. We’re good
for tonight, I promise.”
    “Okay,” I whispered. “So you have the right mark to get into this
meeting. What else? How do you plan on keeping me from blacking out? You said
we had to prepare for tonight.” I directed my last comment at Lucas. He was the
one who’d physically dragged me from the party.
    Nicholas reached into the satchel and pulled out a black box.
    “That’s the scrambler thing?” I asked, looking nervously between Lucas
and Nicholas.
    “Yes,” Lucas answered.
    “And you know it works?” I demanded. “I mean, what if I lose
consciousness like I always do? Does it have to be in close proximity to me?
Are we going to try to sneak the box in or something?”
    Nicholas opened his palm to reveal a black round disk. It was about the
size of a dime.
    “You won’t lose consciousness because I’m going to be carrying this,” he
told me.   “The frequency scrambler will
transmit the signal to this little gem. Just make sure you stick by my side at
all times.”
    “What if we get separated?” I asked worriedly. “Can’t I carry it?”
    “Don’t freak out,” Lucas started.
    “Oh, wonderful, I just love sentences that start like that,” I said
sarcastically.
    “It’s safer for Nicholas to carry it,” Emmett cut in.
    “Why?” I demanded.
    “Because you’re special. And I can’t guarantee they won’t search you,”
Emmett replied.
    “But they definitely won’t search good ol ’
Raymond,” Nicholas added. “He’s just a minion. Easy to
control. No one will look at me twice.”
    “Great,” I said, barely able to keep the frustration out of my voice.
“Fine. So this keeps me from zombie- ing out, for the
sake of argument. Won’t the drones next to me – next to us – also reap the
benefits of no mind control, no blackout?”
    “ Er , that’s where the fun part comes in.” Nicholas
again reached into the satchel. I was beginning to hate that stupid bag. He
pulled out