“Counting Odelia, there are fourteen nightwalkers in the hall along with three shifters that have decided to stay behind,” Stefan said.

“Pick a number, Mira,” Valerio said, his tone growing more giddy as the time approached.

I arched one brow at him as I gazed into his glowing eyes. “What game are we playing?”

“I thought we would give them a lesson in Italian,” he replied. It was an old and popular game in the coven among the fledglings. The new nightwalkers were brought before the coven and beaten to a bloody pulp until they either learned to beg in Italian or died first.

“Nine.”

Stefan nodded, looking over the assembled masses climbing out of the pool and watching us warily. “Nine seems like a fair number.”

Kill the lycans immediately, along with any nightwalker that may be tied to them. Leave Odelia alive if it is possible. She may be useful later, I said softly in their brains so that no one else would know of my plans.

“Shall we begin?” Valerio asked, seeming to chomp at the bit to be set free on the nightwalker horde.

I waved my hand toward the gathering and smiled. “At your pleasure.”

The violence was fast and intense. There was no running or escaping it. Stefan and Valerio seemed to be everywhere at once. Though I couldn’t hear it, I had no doubt they were whispering to each other telepathically, directing each other when one or two would attempt to make a break for the door.

With a smile, I finally sent up a wall of flames in each of the doorways that circled the enormous pool. Before the rules were even set up, Valerio and Stefan singled out the lycanthropes and brutally slaughtered them in a wash of blood and broken limbs. They had been given their warning that this was a nightwalker-only party. Odelia gasped and took a couple steps backward, her trembling hands covering her mouth. Normally, I would have immediately directed Valerio or Stefan to eliminate her as a potential shifter sympathizer that could cause me problems later, but I let it pass. I had a feeling she might prove useful later, considering that she was one of the oldest nightwalkers in Budapest.

After the lycanthropes had been taken care of, Stefan and Valerio turned their attention to the young nightwalkers. The trick was to get them to try to speak in Italian. This wasn’t going to be the easiest of tasks since most spoke only Hungarian or German, while it appeared that a small smattering knew some English. The first three lost their tongues and were left curled up on the floor, gurgling blood as the wound attempted to close. When Stefan questioned them a second time, the trio naturally couldn’t speak, so he and Valerio tore them apart in a spray of blood that now coated the pale yellow walls.

A small group made a run for the pool, potentially hoping that neither Valerio nor Stefan would be willing to get completely soaked in their hunt of the nightwalkers. To protect my companions and keep everyone together, I placed a second wall of fire around the thermal bath, blocking that potential escape route. One unfortunate fellow didn’t stop in time and was enveloped in flames. He flailed around the room, waving his arms and rolling on the ground. I could have put him out, but there was something about the way his screams bounced off the high walls and domed ceiling. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift back to the nights I lived with Jabari. I thought of the many entertainments I had taken part in at the coven Main Hall. So many had died there, and their screams had sounded so similarly. For just a brief moment it was like coming home.

Mira? Valerio inquired silently.

Sorry, lost in a happy thought.

As long as you’re enjoying yourself.

You, too.

He paused with his knee dug into the back of a nightwalker’s neck while the poor victim’s left arm was being stretched behind his back. It was always more fun when you were at my side.

I chuckled and shook my head as he resumed torturing his prey until the nightwalker’s skull finally cracked on the hard floor. Valerio was walking temptation. He was dripping blood and grinning at me like a madman with a meat cleaver, but there was something right and warmly familiar about that grin. I knew that violence was a part of his soul because it was a part of mine as well. At the same time, I knew the soft touch of his fingertips as they skimmed over my naked flesh. I just needed to remember that those nights were over and Danaus was now at my side.

I’m content with a spectator’s role tonight. There will be plenty of time for me to strike while we are in Budapest, I replied. Yet at the same time, I forced myself to grip the sides of the divan cushions to hold myself in place. A part of me was longing to be washed in blood with them, but I was an Elder now and wasn’t supposed to get as dirty as I used to. Of course, I had a dark suspicion that I wasn’t going to change that aspect of my personality just to please the coven. I was a hands-on kind of girl.

While it was only a matter of minutes, it probably seemed like a lifetime to the nightwalkers that were herded into a small corner of the bathing room. Odelia was among them, parts of her pale body smeared with the blood of her comrades as they jostled and bumped against each other to escape Valerio and Stefan. Six had been killed already, besides the lycanthropes. I could see Valerio and Stefan mentally sizing up the remaining three. When I had given them the number “nine,” I’d chosen how many would die that night.

My gaze danced over the huddled masses. A couple had managed to squeak out “clemenza” after some prompting from both Valerio and Odelia, winning them exactly that—a moment of mercy. Another surprised us all when he said “perdona la mia ignoranza.” Stefan had been more than a little perturbed by the development because I think the Ancient had singled him out for slaughter, but he’d spoken more Italian than the rest of the group so he was permitted to actually leave the bathhouse with his life intact. I was even kind enough to signal ahead to Danaus that this one was to leave the Széchenyi Baths alive.

It was only after I had been staring at the crowd for a moment that a smug face finally stood out to me. He was leaning up against the wall with a large towel wrapped around his body like a toga. His red hair was damp and standing on end about his oval head, while piercing lavender eyes watched me. It was Nick; I knew it without a single doubt. I didn’t need to scan the air for his signature surge of power. I knew, looking at him with his red hair and lavender eyes, that this was the creature who was supposedly my father. I could only guess that he had sensed me using my powers and decided to make an appearance to make sure I was abiding by his wishes.

Shoving off the divan, I stalked across the bathing room, my heels clicking ominously in the growing silence. Valerio and Stefan had stopped in the middle of tearing apart a nightwalker and stepped back as I approached the crowd. I heedlessly stepped among them and grabbed Nick by the arms. Slamming him against the wall, I grinned as his head hit the tile drywall with enough force to crack and dent it.

“You have no business here. I will handle it,” I growled in a low voice.

“That’s not enough and you know it,” he taunted, referring to my little jolt of power with Danaus’s. The muscles in my chest constricted and a knot formed in my stomach.

“I doubt it ever will be.”

“You’re going to have to try harder than that my—”

I cut off his words by pitching him through the thick wall of flames that encircled the pool. There was a loud splash and an ominous thud that was muffled by the water as he hit the bottom of the pool. I clenched my teeth and started to walk back toward the divan when I heard a slap of flesh against concrete. I turned to find Nick climbing back out of the pool, stepping through the flames as if they weren’t even there.