fight to stop it."
Roudy laughed. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"
Charlie turned around and walked to the opposite wall where he picked up a crossbow.
"I don't know why you keep asking that," Lucien said. "They are not going to change."
"What are you going to do with that?" Roudy asked, his voice cracking.
"Rick changed. You changed." Charlie pulled back the bow and pointed the wooden tipped arrow at Roudy between the bars. "Everyone deserves a chance."
"But it's a waste of time. You would think with your special ability to read people that you would be able to know whether or not they have the ability to choose good."
Charlie looked back at him. "If I was that good, then I would've killed you the moment I saw you."
Lucien opened his mouth to speak, but Roudy rushed toward Charlie. Lucien bolted just as fast, reaching Charlie at the same time as Roudy . The imprisoned vampire yanked on Charlie's arm. Lucien jerked Charlie away. They both tumbled to the ground, Charlie falling partially on top of him. Lucien quickly pushed him away and jumped to his feet.
Charlie wasn't as quick to stand. He stared at him, his eyes wide and mouth open. He held out his hand. "Touch me again. Quick."
"I knew this was a gay club," Roudy muttered.
"I'm not touching you," Lucien said.
Charlie scrambled to his feet. "I'm serious. Give me your hand. Something's different about you."
"Gay," Roudy said.
Both Lucien and Charlie turned to him and said at the same, "Shut up!"
"Just do it," Henry said. "We're wasting time."
Lucien ground his teeth together but held out his hand.
Charlie grasped it tightly and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened them again. "You've had a spell put on you."
Lucien looked down at his hand.
"It's faint, but it's there," Charlie said. "Check it out, Henry."
Henry stepped forward and took Lucien's hand. Lucien cringed at the touch, but didn't pull away. Instead, he focused on himself, searching for anything foreign, but he couldn't sense anything out of place.
Henry lowered his hand. "You're right. It's an emotion spell of some kind."
"Let me see," Rick said and tried to take Lucien's hand, but Lucien stepped back.
"No one else is touching me," Lucien said. "Besides, Rick, you don't even know magic. So what the hell is an emotion spell and who put it on me?"
"It's a spell that monitors your emotions, whether you're happy or sad, depressed, angry, that sort of thing," Henry said.
Charlie picked up the crossbow on the floor next to him and loaded an arrow into it. "It had to have been Boaz or one of the witches that follow him around. He probably is monitoring you to see if you show any kind of happiness. If you do, then he'll assume it's because Eve's alive."
Air caught in Lucien's chest. "Do you think he sensed anything when I heard Eve's voice the other day?"
"Boaz's Eve is alive?" Roudy asked from behind the bars. "Boaz has been looking for her everywhere! I can't wait—"
An arrow shot through his heart; Roudy's body exploded and sprayed the wall with his ashes.
Charlie lowered the bow. "There's no way we can know for sure, but let's hope not."
"Can you get rid of it?" Lucien asked.
"Not me," Charlie said and turned to Henry.
Henry walked toward the door. "I think so, but whoever put it on you will know the second it's gone."
Lucien followed after him and went through the door. "But isn't that better than someone monitoring my emotions? What if I hear Eve's voice again?"
"Lucien's right, Henry," Charlie said. "We need to get the spell off of him."
"Fine, but as soon as we're done, I want you both over at that club, Eclipse," Henry said. "Speak to the regulars and the owner. One of them has got to know something. We are running out of time."
7
Eve straightened the black wig on her head and combed the bangs over her forehead with her fingers. No one should recognize her, not with this hair and tight revealing black dress. Only her green eyes looked familiar to
Roudy laughed. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"
Charlie turned around and walked to the opposite wall where he picked up a crossbow.
"I don't know why you keep asking that," Lucien said. "They are not going to change."
"What are you going to do with that?" Roudy asked, his voice cracking.
"Rick changed. You changed." Charlie pulled back the bow and pointed the wooden tipped arrow at Roudy between the bars. "Everyone deserves a chance."
"But it's a waste of time. You would think with your special ability to read people that you would be able to know whether or not they have the ability to choose good."
Charlie looked back at him. "If I was that good, then I would've killed you the moment I saw you."
Lucien opened his mouth to speak, but Roudy rushed toward Charlie. Lucien bolted just as fast, reaching Charlie at the same time as Roudy . The imprisoned vampire yanked on Charlie's arm. Lucien jerked Charlie away. They both tumbled to the ground, Charlie falling partially on top of him. Lucien quickly pushed him away and jumped to his feet.
Charlie wasn't as quick to stand. He stared at him, his eyes wide and mouth open. He held out his hand. "Touch me again. Quick."
"I knew this was a gay club," Roudy muttered.
"I'm not touching you," Lucien said.
Charlie scrambled to his feet. "I'm serious. Give me your hand. Something's different about you."
"Gay," Roudy said.
Both Lucien and Charlie turned to him and said at the same, "Shut up!"
"Just do it," Henry said. "We're wasting time."
Lucien ground his teeth together but held out his hand.
Charlie grasped it tightly and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened them again. "You've had a spell put on you."
Lucien looked down at his hand.
"It's faint, but it's there," Charlie said. "Check it out, Henry."
Henry stepped forward and took Lucien's hand. Lucien cringed at the touch, but didn't pull away. Instead, he focused on himself, searching for anything foreign, but he couldn't sense anything out of place.
Henry lowered his hand. "You're right. It's an emotion spell of some kind."
"Let me see," Rick said and tried to take Lucien's hand, but Lucien stepped back.
"No one else is touching me," Lucien said. "Besides, Rick, you don't even know magic. So what the hell is an emotion spell and who put it on me?"
"It's a spell that monitors your emotions, whether you're happy or sad, depressed, angry, that sort of thing," Henry said.
Charlie picked up the crossbow on the floor next to him and loaded an arrow into it. "It had to have been Boaz or one of the witches that follow him around. He probably is monitoring you to see if you show any kind of happiness. If you do, then he'll assume it's because Eve's alive."
Air caught in Lucien's chest. "Do you think he sensed anything when I heard Eve's voice the other day?"
"Boaz's Eve is alive?" Roudy asked from behind the bars. "Boaz has been looking for her everywhere! I can't wait—"
An arrow shot through his heart; Roudy's body exploded and sprayed the wall with his ashes.
Charlie lowered the bow. "There's no way we can know for sure, but let's hope not."
"Can you get rid of it?" Lucien asked.
"Not me," Charlie said and turned to Henry.
Henry walked toward the door. "I think so, but whoever put it on you will know the second it's gone."
Lucien followed after him and went through the door. "But isn't that better than someone monitoring my emotions? What if I hear Eve's voice again?"
"Lucien's right, Henry," Charlie said. "We need to get the spell off of him."
"Fine, but as soon as we're done, I want you both over at that club, Eclipse," Henry said. "Speak to the regulars and the owner. One of them has got to know something. We are running out of time."
7
Eve straightened the black wig on her head and combed the bangs over her forehead with her fingers. No one should recognize her, not with this hair and tight revealing black dress. Only her green eyes looked familiar to
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