"I guess he showed his Nighthawk roots."

"If Duke had been sane, it would have been even harder for us to take him down." She shrugged. "I'm not even sure killing Duke was necessary."

"He did attack Eddie."

"Maybe he had a right to."

"Maybe you shouldn't think so much. It's over and done." He looked around as well. For the first time ever he wondered about mortal interference. "There were gunshots, and screams. The cops might be on the way."

Char looked down at the body of the late Enforcer of the City. "I wonder where he dumped bodies?"

"It's a little late to ask him now."

She rose to her feet. Geoff followed. Her gaze was once more drawn to the Silk Road. "This is not my town," she said. "I've cleaned up enough of the mess already."

This did not sound like the dutiful young Enforcer, Char McCairn to Geoff. "Oh, really?" he asked.

"Really," she said. "Jebel needs me now." She took a deep breath. Without looking back at the dead body in the parking lot, she started to run.

Geoff, having no interest in cleaning up the mess either, said, "I've got your back," and followed.

Holding the shotgun up against his shoulder, Haven surveyed the nearly empty lobby with the satisfaction of a job well done. The satisfaction didn't alleviate the sense of impending disaster that haunted the back of his mind, but it was something. He doubted the hotel was completely cleared out, but alarms were sounding and he'd made sure the fire department was notified. He'd done as much as he could, scaring the h.e.l.l out of a few folks in the process. All in all, it was the best time he'd had since the underground parking garage firefight in Chicago a couple of weeks ago.

"Always the man of action, aren't you, Mr. Haven?"

"d.a.m.n right," he answered Valentine. He caught a whiff of burnt hair as he turned around.

Valentine shook gray ash off the ends of her dark curls. "Got a little too close," she said. "But I had to make sure of what I was looking at. We are in such trouble." She sounded casual.

"You've got the cool att.i.tude down cold, lady," he complimented the old vampire. "But there's fear in your eyes."

"Yes, well." She surveyed the deserted lobby while she ran fingers through her hair, shaking loose more ash. "Shakespeare," she said. "Or Ray Bradbury. Take your pick."

He scowled. "What?"

"Something wicked this way comes, my dear."

"How wicked?" he asked. "Which way?"

"About as wicked as they come. It wants out. Its wings are still developing, so it can't fly. It can still burn and break through any wall it wants to."

He took a step closer to Valentine. "It? What kind of it is it? He had to know, even if he didn't really want to. Dread curdled in his stomach, and the memory of a very bad dream ripped through his mind.

"Dragon," Valentine answered.

Matter-of-fact. So f.u.c.king matter-of-fact. Too matter-of-fact for him to express any consternation, any disbelief. He wanted to deny the existence of dragons, but protesting about myths come to life was stupid when talking to a vampire.

"What do I need to know about dragons?" he asked, and guessed, "They breathe fire."

"And radiate high heat," she added. "They are the rarest of magical creatures. The most dangerous. The hardest to kill. They ought to be extinct, but dragon eggs are useful in certain kinds of magic." Her eyes blazed with anger as she added, "The sorcerers who risk using this kind of magic ought to be extinct. Well, the fool who used this egg is history. Apparently he used the egg in some sort of spell meant to control a vampire. Of course, using the dragon's egg made the spell so strong that it f.u.c.ked over all the weaker vampires in the area. The magician really didn't know what he was doing. Unfortunately, he also didn't know that the egg needed to be properly disposed of after he used it. This dragon's freshly hatched, hungry, and on the move. It's going to bust out of the hotel, keep growing, getting hotter and hungrier all the while. It will take the city."

Why wasn't he surprised by this information? Valentine was also really old. Her explanation was probably colored by ancient thinking. "How big will it get?""Big."

"Can it fly?"

"Yes."

"Intelligent?"

"Cunning. Cruel. They also sort of imprint on the one who wakes them. Morgan Reese was not a nice man."

Nothing Valentine told him made Haven feel any more confident. "What would be a good way to kill a dragon? Surface to air missiles? Call in an air strike from Nellis?"

She thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I wish. Dragons absorb energy. Being hit by explosives will only make it grow.

It's a magical creature. Magic involves ritual. There is only one specific way to kill a dragon."

Haven wasn't going to like this. He really knew he wasn't going to like this. "Yeah?"

"We could use something to divert its attention. It would help if we had a virgin. Magical creatures are attracted to that sort of mortal. Unicorns want to be their pets. Dragons like the way they taste."

Haven wasn't sure if he should take her seriously. He said, "You want me to ask a bunch of c.o.c.ktail waitresses for a volunteer?"

"Point taken." She quit stalling. "What we really need is a hero. A mortal hero." She looked around while she spoke, then her gaze came back to him. "Do you know how to use a sword?"

The speed with which she went-from "we" to "you" was not lost on Haven.

"Yeah," he admitted grudgingly. "I can use a sword."

Valentine gazed at him with genuine pleasure and wonder. "You amaze me."

"I kill demons," he answered, facing the calculating hope in her look with gruff annoyance. "I've got all kinds of job skills."

"Do you have a sword?"

Haven ran through a mental inventory of the contents of the weapons locker back in the Jeep. He never went without firepower, explosives, and miscellaneous equipment, but he'd packed light this time.

"No," he told her. "In town for a wedding, not a beheading. How about a chainsaw? Would that work on a dragon?" The chainsaw was his weapon of choice when it came to demon killing. It had proved effective on vampires as well, though he wasn't about to mention that to Valentine.

Valentine chewed a nail and thought about it. "No," she decided. "Has to be a sword. Preferably a magical sword. Maybe they have something at the Excalibur that we - "

"Museum," Haven interrupted her. He jerked a thumb in the direction of the Silk Road's artifact display. "All the s.h.i.t in there is real.

I think I saw some weapons in the cases when she gave me the tour." He pulled the key card Murphy had given him out of his pocket. "Come on."

Chapter 20.

HAVEN'T DIDN'T KNOW why he hurried forward, with Valentine close behind. He didn't want to get his hands on a magical sword. He was a monster slayer - but the monsters always tried to slay back. This was a dragon. A dragon.

He remembered his dream of fire. Premonition.

Monsters slayed back.

"Jesus," he muttered, his usually deep voice hoa.r.s.e with fear.

A soft hand landed on his arm. Haven paused and turned to look into the concerned, ancient eyes of a little woman, whose lushly lovely face was framed by the singed ends of blue-black curls. "Every now and then the world needs a George," she said. "Tonight, it's you."

He got the reference. Hanging out with Char, he couldn't help but learn stuff. "Was he real? Saint George?"

"He was very real."

"He really killed a dragon?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"Died in the process. They made him the patron saint of England, if that's any consolation."

Haven let out a low rumble of laughter. "Patron saint of Las Vegas?" That sounded appropriate, didn't it? "Let's go," he said, turning away from Valentine's touch. Thinking and talking about it weren't going to get the job done.

He led her to the side entrance to the museum. He swiped his card through the reader and the locks in the heavy door snapped open. There were bodies in the security room, sprawled on the floor and across work stations. One was still alive. Haven checked the monitor screens while Valentine took a moment to try to telepathicaily rouse the guard.

"No good," she said after the brief effort. "Anyone in the museum?"

"Looks clear."

"Feels that way, too. Odd. You'd think Ibis would send someone to guard the treasures. It's like he wants - " She cut herself off.

"No time to worry about Ibis now." She gestured toward the inner door. "After you."

Haven used the key card again, and pushed the door open. Even though he hadn't detected any movement on the screens, and Valentine didn't detect anyone either, Haven had a bad feeling about the place. Maybe it was just all the magic trapped inside the cases that set off warning signals. He wondered if the power of Reese's spell had any effect on magical stuff so close to the epicenter. The wave of magic had certainly had an effect on other parts of town. It had woken up a dragon. What else had it woken up?

A roar sounded, far away, as they stepped into the subdued light and silky, silencing carpeting of the treasure room. Hearing the dragon in the distance didn't diminish the effect of being in here. There was a thrum and pulse of power in the place. It was like being inside an electrical generator. Haven made himself look into the display cases. The things in here were alive - or getting ready to be.

Haven stiffened into complete stillness, listening. Waiting.

The roar came again, just as distant, but this time a faint vibration shuddered through the building along with the noise. The temperature rose a few degrees, before the air-conditioning automatically compensated.

"It's on the move," Valentine said.

Haven gave her a sarcastic look. "You think?" The monster was going to escape out into the city. He looked around. "Where the h.e.l.l did I see those swords?"

They split up, going down different aisles. He caught a glimpse of Valentine through the gla.s.s of one of the cases. It was like looking at her through water, or heat haze. What he saw was - amazing. So beautiful he had to look away.

Turning his head, he caught the gleam of tempered steel. He started toward the weapons case, but turned at the sound of metal and wood shattering. Alarms went off as the museum's main door opened. Haven braced himself, expecting the dragon. A woman walked in instead. Tall, slender, blond. He recognized her from tapes Murphy'd shown him. Not a woman, a vampire.

"Martina," he said.

"Really?" Valentine was suddenly beside him. She smiled, and it had fangs in it. "Cool."

Martina spotted them and stalked forward. "What are you doing here?"

Martina's attention was on Valentine. She ignored Haven, which was fine with him. He'd left his shotgun on the floor back by the door, but he'd make do with what he had if necessary. He fingered a trio of hollow stakes packed with explosives on his equipment belt.

Valentine stepped closer to the other vampire. "I'm looking for a way to save the f.u.c.king city. What are you doing here?" she questioned. She gestured around at all the cases, and Haven could feel all that potential energy focusing on her. "Looking for the scrolls, perhaps?" Val wondered. The amus.e.m.e.nt in her voice was scary. "Looking for other weapons to use against my children?"

This appeared to confuse Martina. "Save the city? Save mortals?"

"You have a problem with that?" Valentine asked.

"Mortals are your children?"

"In a way. Grandchildren, perhaps. Stepchildren. Maybe cousins. I care for them, too."

"Too?"

This woman really didn't get it. Haven left the vampires to face off each other and went to break into the sword case. He had to use one of the explosive stakes to do it, but the gla.s.s shattered quite satisfactorily, crumbling to the floor like an exploded windshield.

There were a trio of swords to choose from inside the satin-lined case. Haven took the biggest, a greatsword, with a double- handed hilt and a jeweled pommel. Figures of twisting dragons were etched on the crossguard.

"Irony sucks," Haven muttered as he hefted the weapon. The sword was heavy, too, and not just with the weight of many pounds of sharpened steel.

When he turned back toward the vampires, they were still talking.

"I don't like the Enforcers much, either," Valentine said. "Or the Laws."

"Then - "

"You have no concept of reality, do you?" Valentine asked. "Don't know where you came from? Where the Enforcers came from?"

It bothered him that Valentine looked so relaxed, in a cat-playing-with-prey way. Martina was tense as h.e.l.l, with claws jutting from the ends of her fingers. He didn't like the idea of a hostile vampire between him and the exits. There was a dragon out there.

"Time's wasting, Val," Haven called.

"You're right. Sorry," Valentine called back. "It won't take long, but I'm going to be formal about this."

"Formal?" Martina laughed. "What are you talking about, you silly girl?"

Valentine smiled, as if accepting a compliment from the other vampire. That Martina still hadn't recognized what Valentine was amazed Haven. Disgusted him as well. He hated that the b.i.t.c.h who'd started the trouble with the Enforcers was really, really stupid.

"I think she's a waste of your time," Haven told Valentine.