"Is that who I think it is?" Casanova gave a panicked glance at the mage, whose coat had blown open to reveal enough firepower to take out a platoon. Even vamps are cautious around war mages-wizards and witches who have been trained in human and magical combat techniques by the Circle. They have the Shoot first, ask questions if you feel like it later mentality that human law enforcement left behind with the Wild West. Of course, police officers don't have to face the kind of surprises the mages frequently get. I'd already seen as much of this particular mage as I wanted, and apparently Casanova felt the same. Without waiting for me to answer, he let go of dignity and dove under the table. I was wondering whether it was worth the effort to try to run, when Enyo hopped down from her bar stool and jogged over. She gestured at the mage and raised bushy eyebrows that in her case protected only empty folds of skin. I'm not sure how I knew what she was thinking, because she didn't say a word, but the point came across. I shook my head emphatically. I wasn't actually sure what he was, but "friend" didn't sound right.

Enyo whirled to face the mage, who was only a couple of tables away. He stopped dead in his tracks and a second later I realized why. The three sisters weren't pretty by anyone's standards, but they looked harmless enough. Enyo's squashed face-containing so many folds that the absence of eyes wasn't all that noticeable-toothless mouth and straggling hair normally made her resemble a particularly homely bag lady. But she didn't look that way now.

My mythological knowledge is not great, composed mainly of bits and pieces left over from long-ago lessons with Eugenie, my old governess. This was one of those times I wished I'd paid more attention. Where a diminutive old lady had been, a towering Amazon stood, clad only in matted ankle-length hair and a lot of blood. Enyo's transformation was so quick that I hadn't seen it take place, but Pritkin's face, which had shut down to the pale, closed look he gets when truly terrified, told me there was more to her story than I recalled. I decided I didn't want to know.

I have never claimed to be a hero. Besides, Casanova had started to crawl away, using the tables as cover, and I still didn't know where Tony was. I dropped to the floor and followed on his heels. The next second, it sounded like all hell had broken loose behind us, but I wasn't crazy enough to look around. I've had lots of practice running away, and I've learned that it's best to keep your mind on the goal.

Half of a black lacquered chair flew over my head, but I just ducked lower and crawled faster. Casanova appeared to be heading for a blank stretch of wall, but I knew better. This was one of Tony's places, and he never built anything that didn't have at least a dozen emergency exits. I was pretty sure that somewhere up ahead was a door hidden by a glamour, so when the top half of Casanova's body disappeared into the red Chinese wallpaper, I wasn't surprised. I grabbed a handful of his suit coat, scrunched up my eyes and followed. I opened them again to find that we were in a utilitarian corridor with industrial fluorescent lighting.

Casanova tried to pull away, but I held on for dear life. It wasn't easy since the impromptu escape had left me with a serious wedgie and he was stronger than I was. But he was my best link to Tony and I wasn't about to lose him. "Oh, all right!" he said, dragging me to my feet. "This way!”

We raced to a door that led to a much more luxurious corridor carpeted in thick scarlet plush. The gold brocade wallpaper boasted a line of salacious prints and reeked of musky perfume. I gasped, but Casanova was too busy punching the elevator call button a dozen times to notice. It finally came just as I was about to give up on the idea of breathing altogether, and we jumped on board. Casanova hit the button for the fifth floor and I managed to choke out a protest. "Shouldn't we be heading down, to the parking level? If we stay in the building, he'll find us.”

He shot me a look. "Do you really think he came alone?" I shrugged. I'd never seen Pritkin work with other mages, so it seemed possible. He did enough mayhem all on his own. "He almost certainly has backup," Casanova informed me, running shaking hands down his slightly rumpled suit. "Let the internal defenses deal with them.”

The elevator let out into a spacious office that looked a lot like a boudoir. There were mirrors and fat chaises everywhere, and a bar almost as big as the one downstairs lined one wall. A good-looking secretary, who was probably going to be recruited by the incubi if he hadn't been already, tried to offer us refreshments, but Casanova waved him off.

We barreled through a set of doors to a plush inner office.

Casanova ignored the huge four-poster bed sitting incongruously in the corner and the two scantily clad women reclining on it. He stepped through a multicolored modernist painting that covered most of one wall and I followed, ignoring the scowls the girls sent my way. On the other side was a narrow room that was bare except for a table, a chair and a large mirror hanging on the wall. He waved a hand over the mirror's surface and it shimmered like a mirage in the desert. I figured out that this was his way of checking on his employees.

I'd seen similar devices before. Tony had never been able to use security cameras, since anything run on electricity doesn't do well around powerful wards and his Philadelphia stronghold had bristled with them. I'd had to learn about his surveillance equipment in order to elude it when up to things I preferred him not to know about, like stealing his personal files and setting him up with the Feds. Not that that had worked out too well, but at least I hadn't been caught during the preparations. I'd discovered that any reflective surface could be spelled to act as a monitor linked to other shiny exteriors within a certain radius. Considering the number of mirrors and all the polished marble around the place, Casanova could probably check on anything within the spa.

He muttered a word, and an image of the bar appeared. I wondered about the distortion until I realized that he was using the large Chinese gong behind the bar as his spy hole. It was convex, so the image was, too, along with being tinted faintly bronze. I saw the backs of three people whom I identified as war mages by the amount of hardware they were wearing. I didn't see Pritkin and was slightly worried that Enyo had eaten him.

She certainly looked capable of it. The vague old woman had been replaced by a blood-covered savage whose head brushed the edge of the fringed lanterns that swung from the central chandelier. Her hair was still gray, but the body had gotten a definite upgrade and she now had a full compliment of teeth and eyes. The former were longer and sharper than a vamp's and the latter were yellow and slitted like a cat's. She looked pissed off, maybe because she was encased in a magical web, courtesy of the mages. She slashed at it with four-inch-long talons and it ripped like paper, but before she could move, the slender cords reknitted themselves, holding her fast.

It looked to me like a standoff, and I wondered why her sisters, who were still lounging at the bar, didn't intervene. I'd barely had the thought before Pemphredo glanced up at the gong. Since it was her turn with the eye, she was able to wink at me before cutting loose.

I remembered that, when I'd looked up some information on the sisters after they dropped in, Pemphredo had been called "the master of alarming surprises." I hadn't been sure what that meant, but since the three had been given the task of protecting the Gorgons, I assumed they each had some kind of warlike talent. Considering what had happened to Medusa, though, it didn't seem like they'd been too effective.