One Grave at a Time (Night Huntress #6)(55)

Don floated above a set of bushes, rubbing his arms like he was trying to erase something from them. “Can you get that stuff away from me?” he said to Bones, who still held two fistfuls of sage. “It burns. Couldn’t even go inside the house because of it.”

“How did you get here?” I asked, incredulous. We’d arranged for a vampire to house-sit at our Blue Ridge home in case Don stopped by looking for us, but that was only so he could call us and relay any messages Don had. To my knowledge, the vampire hadn’t known we were in Iowa, let alone staying in Sioux City.

“How do you think I got here? By mailing myself?” Don said grumpily. “Now’s not the time for your trademark witticisms, Cat—”

“Answer the bloody question,” Bones interrupted, still not dropping the sage but not coming any closer to Don, either.

Don huffed out what sounded like an aggravated sigh. “By focusing before I jumped on one of those crazy energy roadways Fabian talked about. It wasn’t nearly as easy as he said it would be, by the way. You wouldn’t believe the places I ended up before I found you—”

“When did Fabian say this?” Bones demanded. I just stared at my uncle, feeling like my body was filling up with ice.

Don shot Bones an annoyed look. “Would you stop interrupting me? And you know when Fabian said this. You were there.”

“You found me without anyone telling you where I was?”

But my borrowed powers from Marie were gone! That had been proven when I failed to raise Remnants, and no other ghosts had randomly found their way to me, not to mention my inability to control a ghost’s actions anymore.

“Yes, Cat,” Don replied, an edge to his tone. “You told me I could do that after I first died, remember? Now you’re shocked that it worked?”

Yeah, I was. Shocked speechless, in fact. Bones turned around and went inside without another word. Once there, I heard him mutter something low to Spade but couldn’t make out the exact sentences. Spade left to go back to his town house right after.

My uncle didn’t care about what the other vampires were doing. He stared at me, tugging on a nonexistent eyebrow.

“Madigan’s fake repentance period is over, and he’s implemented a slew of new security measures against guess what? Ghosts. He’s duplicated everything you did at the cave, and your old house, smothering the compound in marijuana, garlic, and lit sage, not to mention infrared cameras and recorders. It’s prevented me from following him, let alone from speaking to Tate—”

“Can you feel anything special about me right now?” I cut him off, still reeling over the implications of his finding me on his own.

“Is it too much to finish a sentence without someone interrupting me?” Don snapped.

I marched over to him, my shock giving way to dread. “This is important, so answer the question!”

My uncle let out another of those exasperated noises but then ran his hand briefly through my arm.

“You . . . vibrate. I don’t know what else to call it. Other people don’t do that, whether they’re human, vampire, or ghoul.” Then Don frowned, running his hand through me again. “But it’s softer now. It was much stronger the last time I saw you.”

“Sparks but no fire,” I whispered, understanding at last.

He frowned. “Come again?”

“Just like before, when my hands sparked, but I’d lost enough of the pyrokinetic power from Vlad’s blood to turn those sparks into big streams of flame.” I whirled around and began to stride to the door, stopped when I realized Don couldn’t follow me, and swung back again. “The other places you ended up when you were trying to find me, was one of them New Orleans?”

His frown deepened. “Yes. I went straight to this large, antebellum-looking house, but I couldn’t go inside because it had a barrier around it like this place does.”

Marie’s protection against unwanted ghostly visitors, I mentally filled in. Don didn’t know that he’d just done a flyby on the ghoul queen of New Orleans, drawn by the original source of the power of which I only had traces left in me now.

But those traces, while not enough to summon Remnants or bend ghosts to my will, were obviously enough for a determined phantom to find me, as evidenced by Don’s appearance. And if he’d been able to follow that remaining, albeit weak thread of power, then so would another ghost who’d be really keen to know where I was, considering I’d made off with two of his intended victims.

“You tried to enter the house, then flew back because the sage burned you?” I asked, looking around the brightly lit backyard.

Don nodded almost warily. “Yes.”

Both pets had reacted to a ghost trying to come into the house, but now that my uncle was fifty feet away in the yard, Helsing and Dexter were quiet. I edged closer to the front door, realizing there was a chance that Don wasn’t the only ghost within the perimeter.

Elisabeth and Fabian had been telling the truth, I thought grimly. They hadn’t been followed either time by Kramer. No, the Inquisitor found us at Spade’s house the same way he must’ve found us at that hotel in Ohio—by following the supernatural trail that led from Marie Laveau back to me. Poor Fabian probably didn’t even realize that connection was still active because he hadn’t needed to look for me. He and Elisabeth had known where I was the whole time.