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and rolling to the bottom of the stairs. He blazed, and she did nothing to help him.
    Maeve, Janet, and Stanislaus clattered around Holly and down the stairs. Alex leaped over the burning man, then turned and held a hand out to Holly. She sailed over the warlock, who had stopped struggling.
    â€œTo the right!” Pablo shouted.
    Holly and Alex turned to the right and found themselves inside a large cavernous space. At least two dozen warlocks were rushing toward them. Some cast wards; one came at her with a sword; others pulled out revolvers and submachine guns.
    Holly laughed as she knocked her adversary’s sword aside with a wave of her hand. A moment later the room rocked with explosions, and then walls of flame. The smoke made her cough and choke, until Alex conjured a shield around them, a bubble. He grinned at her, and she threw back her head in wanton pleasure.
    And then it was over. The fire died, revealing the carnage. Holly looked down at the scorched bodies of her enemies, and she couldn’t help but feel disappointed. That had been far too easy.
    It was barely midnight when they locked the cellar, replaced the wards around it, and melted into the night. It had happened so quickly it was almost as if Holly had dreamed the whole thing.
    â€œThere’s a great hotel in Cologne,” Alex said. “I’ve stayed in it before. It’s just a short walk.”
    Great, more walking. Holly was really starting to wish for a magic broom. In her mind she remembered past fights, when she had conjured spectral warhorses to ride into battle.
    A spectral warhorse would mean she wouldn’t have to walk anymore. She sighed. It would also take more concentration and strength than she was capable of. The adrenaline from the short skirmish had drained out of her the moment it was over. So she put her head down and kept walking, forcing one foot in front of the other. And when she looked up again, they were in the city.
    Even her exhausted brain couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of historic marble buildings juxtaposed with soaring skyscrapers of neon and glass. Cologne sparkled with bustle and lights.
    On their left they passed an ancient Gothic cathedral of ornate double spires, stained-glass windows, and elaborate friezes of saints. Holly paused, moved by its beauty. She had never seen anything like it in her life.
    I wish witches had structures like that, she thought. Beautiful places where we could gather to worship, and the tourists could take pictures and brag about having been there.
    â€œThis is Cologne Cathedral,” Alex told her in hushed tones. “The bodies of the Three Wise Men are said to rest inside it.” He took her hand. She let him.
    â€œDo you believe that there were three wise men?” she asked.
    â€œMost men are fools,” he replied, smiling faintly. “They throw away their power…and their chances for happiness.”
    He’s talking about Jer, she thought with a flip of her stomach.
    Suddenly Pablo made a choking sound. He staggered and then fell, crashing to his knees. She let go of Alex’s hand and dropped down next to Pablo.
    â€œPablo!” she shouted, grabbing his arm. His eyes had rolled backward in his head, and only the whites showed.
    â€œPhil—ippe,” he gasped, then collapsed onto the street.
    London: Rose
    Rose was thrilled with the contact from Dr. Frankenstein. She still didn’t know his real name, but she could find out easily enough. It didn’t bring her any closer to finding Sasha, but if she could learn whathe knew about reanimating the dead, it would be well worth her time and efforts.
    Luna, the high priestess of the Mother Coven, had personally asked Rose to search for Sasha. Rose’s special talent was finding people, especially those she had met before. Yet, despite all her skill, she had been unable to find the woman who had once been Michael Deveraux’s wife, before she had escaped him