Gabriel flicked a glance my way.

"Technically, we were there on Pack business."

"We'll pay the store," Gabriel dourly said. "And we'll remember this incident the next time we hire vampires to do our dirty work."

"Do that," Ethan said. "And consider paying us next time instead of extortion. But back to the girl?"

"Her name," Jeff said, flipping the screen back and typing furiously, "is Regan, and I only found that because she'd been interviewed in one of the older articles about the carnival we uploaded. No last name, no date of birth, no last known address."

"Much like the carnival," Ethan said, "her history has been wiped."

"Indeed," Jeff said. "She's now a ghost. Except for the grocery store footage, anyway."

"Ghost may not be too far off," I said. "She smelled like Dominic Tate."

Gabe's and Ethan's reactions were pretty much the same as ours had been-surprise, doubt, concern.

"Dominic Tate is dead," Ethan said.

"He is. And there shouldn't be any other fallen angels out there. But I know what I smelled." I'd been held by Dominic Tate in a prison of sunlight; I wasn't likely to forget the smoky stink of it.

Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest. "Ethan's told me about this menagerie theory, if that's what we're calling it. But Merit said she didn't see an attraction like that at the carnival. What's the point of having a menagerie if you aren't going to show it off?"

Mallory raised a hand. "I've actually been thinking about that. It's like an invitation-only sample sale."

I got the comparison immediately, but the men just blinked with obvious befuddlement.

"Is this a food thing?" Catcher asked, earning a dramatic eye roll from Mallory.

"It's a fashion thing," she said. "It's when designers sell their samples for a very large discount. Very exclusive."

Understanding dawned in Ethan's eyes. "You're suggesting the public who attend the carnivals are not the target audience."

She smiled. "Exactly. So maybe the menagerie is also exclusive. They bring the carnival to town but you don't get in without an invitation."

"And they also bring the sups," Gabriel said with a nod. "Not as a carnival attraction, but a traveling menagerie. Same town, but separate location. Secret location, available only to certain well-heeled clientele."

Ethan nodded. "That could fit. The motive, perhaps, isn't about the sups. It's about the ego, or perhaps the money. Impressing the hard to impress with an attraction they can't see anywhere else in the world."

Puzzle pieces fell into place. "And with every attack."

They looked at me.

"Sentinel?" Ethan asked.

"Having a menagerie is one thing. But when you've got powerful magic, it's not exactly a great story to just pluck someone off the street using it."

"Like they might have done with Aline," Ethan said.

I nodded. "Exactly. But if, to get the supernaturals, you have to fight for them? You set up an attack, claim your prey that way? Much more interesting story."

"It's a supernatural safari," Ethan said.

"And it demands a higher ticket price," Catcher said.

I nodded. "It would make sense, based on what we know."

"So if you're right, we'd be looking for someone insecure, or someone with a desire to impress," Jeff said.

"Someone who needs to be needed," Mallory added, "but doesn't feel any obligation to follow the rules in doing it. Being popular is better than being good."

"And yet," Ethan said, "someone who believes they'll find that fame or fortune in this fashion."

We stood there silently for a moment, contemplating that somewhat pathetic, but entirely believable, profile.

Gabe looked at me. "I a.s.sume you haven't yet determined where in Chicago the carnival might set up next?"

"Not yet. Catcher suggested we get the House on it. Maybe we can look at the carnival's previous stops? See if there's a pattern?"

Ethan nodded. "I'll talk to Luc."

Jeff nodded. "I'll dig further into Regan's ID, see if I can shake something loose there." He looked to Catcher. "I'll send you the photo. Maybe you can send it to Baumgartner, any other contacts you have, see if she looks familiar?"

"Will do."

The fierce wail of a frustrated infant rang through the house. Gabriel smiled.

"Kid's got some lungs."

Ethan smiled. "So he does."

"And I believe that's probably my cue to exit stage right. What's on your agenda?"

"Actually," Mallory said, sharing a glance with Catcher, who nodded, "we'd like to go home."

Gabriel's brows lifted. "Oh?"

"If there's a chance the carnival is headed back to Chicago," Catcher said, "I'd like to be there, on the ground, and get the word out to sups, the Houses."

"We came for Lup," Mallory said, "and unfortunately that's over. But considering what went down, we didn't want to leave without checking with you first. We don't want to make things worse."

He was quiet for a moment. "Go home," he said. "And thank you for your service. You did good out there. You stuck to your guts, to your heart, and you did that thing you do."

She beamed with obvious delight at the praise. "Thank you, Gabe," she said, laying a hand on his arm. "I suppose I'll see you at the bar when you get back?"

"That you will," Gabriel said.

Mallory and I exchanged hugs. "I'll call you," she said, rubbing my back before she released me again.

Catcher did the manly head-bob thing with the guys. "I'll keep an eye and ear out in the Windy City. Talk to the supernatural community, see what I can find out. I'm going to have to give them a warning-tell them, at a minimum, to stay away from the carnival. We don't know that's how they do their targeting, but it's all we've got. We can't exactly tell them to avoid harpies and elves."

"Although that's also good advice," Jeff said.

"Truth," Catcher agreed. "I'll let you know if I hear anything in the ether. And keep us posted."

Ethan nodded. "Safe travels," he said, and they walked to the door.

"How much longer will she work for you?" I asked Gabriel.

"Not much," he said. "But she's not quite there yet. She will be tested again."

I slanted him a glance. "Is that prophecy or guesswork?"

He made a throaty laugh. "Is there a difference?"

You tell me, I thought. Gabriel had prophesied there was another set of "green eyes" in my future, eyes that looked much like Ethan's. It seemed like a reference to a child, but since no vampire had successfully carried a child to term, that wasn't actually a possibility.

But still.

"Two down, two to go," Gabriel said, glancing at Ethan, a grin pulling up a corner of his mouth. "As you two have not yet solved this particular mystery, I presume you'll be staying here."

"We're staying," Ethan flatly said, "because the mayor still wants my hide and the Brecks have offered us shelter. In the meantime we'll continue to investigate the menagerie."

He glanced at his watch. "But at the moment, I think we'll return to the carriage house. I need to check in, and we need to get the House started on research." He glanced at my muddy pants and jacket. "And I presume my Sentinel would appreciate a change of clothes."

"Cadogan's Sentinel, if that's what you meant to say, would appreciate a change of clothes. And a shower."

Gabriel grinned. "She has your number, Sullivan."

"And my heart, for better or worse." He looked at me and smiled, ignoring the mixed company, and sent blood rushing to my cheeks.

Jeff cleared his throat. "So, I'm going to head to the Brecks' ops room," he said, tucking away his toy again. "Faster processors in there."

"For searching, or for Jakob's Quest?" I wondered.

It was Jeff's turn to blush. "A little work, a little play, makes Jack a happy boy."

Gabriel held up a hand. "I don't need the details of how you and my sister spend your playtime, whelp."

"And I don't want to give them to you," Jeff a.s.sured him. "Talk to you all later."

Ethan and I said our good-byes, but before I could turn to follow Ethan to the door, Gabriel took my arm. I looked up, found his eyes intense and swirling.

"The future I once shared with you, Kitten. Do you think that's prophecy or guesswork?"

I presumed he meant his green-eyes prediction, and my heart thudded against my chest.

I shook my head. "I don't know." My voice was barely a whisper. "You tell me."

"It's exactly what you think," he said. "But there will be tests for you, as well."

And with those words hanging in the air like so much ripe fruit, he disappeared, leaving me, heart pounding, standing in the hallway.

A child, with Ethan.

Gabriel had as much as confirmed it, even if he hadn't said the words aloud. My heart blossomed with hope and love and possibility . . . and also fear. What had he meant by "tests"? I'd been attacked, seen my city nearly destroyed and my grandfather nearly killed, and I'd watched Ethan die to save my life. Was it the GP? Was it Ethan's challenging Darius, or some injury he'd have to endure? And if a child was in our future, was our being together an inevitability? Or was Gabriel's prophecy the shifter version of a devil's bargain? Would I get exactly what I wanted, but with some horribly ironic twist?

"Are you all right?" Ethan asked as we walked back to the carriage house. "You seem tense."

He was right. Gabriel's words hung thick around my neck; once again, I was too unnerved to voice them to Ethan. I'd kept secrets from him before. Secrets I thought weren't mine to tell, like my membership in the RG. Revealing that fact had put Jonah at risk as much as it did me.

"I'm fine," I said as we stepped to the threshold and he turned the key, opened the door. The carriage house was empty, the pillows on the sofa bed tidy again. They'd already gone, leaving the two of us alone.

Ethan closed the door, locked it.

"No, I'm not fine," I said, the words bursting out of me like air from a p.r.i.c.ked balloon. "We need to talk."

Chapter Fourteen.

JUST A BITE.

He looked at me, face carefully neutral, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. It was an expression of mild attention, or would have been if his gaze hadn't been crystalline, his shoulders set. He was a Master vampire, and he was prepared for bad news.

"It's not bad news."

He quirked an eyebrow.

"It isn't," I insisted. "But I think we should sit down."

"Now I'm definitely worried." But he moved to the sofa and sat, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, as I took a spot across from him. I wanted to see his face, his eyes.

It all went together-the green eyes and the prophecy and the GP. It was about us, about vampires, about shifters. It was tangled together in my head like a ball of twisted wire. And that made it hard to get out.

"The RG has friends," I said. "Powerful friends. Including one who did something that helped the House. And to whom I now owe a favor."

His eyes went flat. He didn't care to be reminded of my RG membership, and especially not when he thought I'd be confessing something he didn't want to hear.

"That friend has come to collect. That friend has asked that I convince you to do something that would be dangerous. Potentially deadly, and potentially magnificent."

Ethan blinked, sat back, crossed one leg over the other. But his eyes stayed cool and on me. "And you didn't tell me this because?"