“Where are wegoing?”
“To cabin 319.”
“Now? Why?” He easily matched his long strides to mine.
“Because that’s where the killer is.”
His steady steps faltered, and his eyes widened. “Vampires aren’t supposed to be afraid of anyone, butyou’refreaking me out, Lydia.”
“Good.” I kissed my husband and grabbed my coat. “Coming?”
“Hang on.” He stood up as if to stop me. "If they are a chimera or fae, we could be up against more than you think."
But I opened the door, waiting for him. “We’re confronting whoever’s in that cabin. I mean, you’re a vampire, for crying out loud. I’ll go in acting all calm, and at the first sign of trouble, you can take ’em down.”
Wickham was just a heartbeat behind me, adjusting a pair of sunglasses to counter the midafternoon light as he exited the cabin.
“You kinda do whatever you want, don’t you?” He grinned, but worry creased his forehead.
“You’re just realizing that? Come now, Mr. Wickham.” I started down the snowy path to cabin 319. Three, one, nine—those numbers,in my mind, were pink, white, and indigo. Yes, along with auras, I saw all the numbers and alphabet in color. It wasn’t that weird. Many witches did. "If the person in the cabin has electrical or fire powers, they have to be able to use their hands. So I'm going to count on you to hold them down."
But those numbers and colors reminded me of someone. Only I wasn’t sure who.
"Terrible plan, really. Are you sure about this, Lydia?" Wickham’s phone buzzed, and he answered the call. "Yes. Are you sure? Well, they’re in cabin 319. We’re going—I should say my wife’s going, and I’m following her, to check it out. Backup would be a great idea. Again 319. Hurry, please."
“For a rock star, you sure work well with the police.” I teased as he hung up.
“Well, I can’t have you dying on me. She said the car was rented under Alex Adler’s name.” Wickham tipped his chin. The lightly falling snow increased, dusting his cap and shoulders.
My breath caught, and I stopped walking. “You’re kidding.”
“I wish I was.”
“So we’re being stalked by a dead guy.”
“Well, if he rented the car initially, someone may have taken it after they killed him.” Wickham’s expression was grim.
“Neither of them seem like killers to me,” I said.
“Me either, but he sometimes worked on lyrics alone with Zoe, and he made sure we had money in the budget for a fancy new drum set that Harley had to have.”
Keeping track of band-member romances was probably an impossible task, but it was worth asking. “Did either of them have anyone else they were dating?”
“No idea.” Wickham shrugged. “Neither of them are my type, so I didn’t pay much attention.”
I’d never been the jealous type. Most guys liked me, and if they didn’t, I never wasted my time on them. But knowing Wickham had never been interested in his bandmates was oddly comforting. I slipped my hand into his. Thirty or so yards in front of us stood a small log cabin surrounded by pine trees. “Okay, that cabin just ahead is 319.” Odd how harmless it looked in the daylight.
He nodded, and his jaw clenched. “I’ll go first.”
No one was much of a physical threat to a rock star vampire, but I had advantages as well. “I might be better atemotionally disarming them, especially if it’s a girl. Maybe I can elicit a confession. I wish I knew who was in there.”
“Couldn’t we use some magic spell or something to see who it is?” Wickham asked.
“Probably, but time is ticking. As soon as those roads are clear, what's to stop them from leaving?” I asked. “In fact, they must not have gone very far this morning. I was worried they’d left the resort altogether then.”
“Lydia, you’re going to give me a run for my money, aren’t you?” He slid his arm around my waist, watching the cabin. The curtains in the front window fluttered lightly.
My hands clenched. “I think whoever’s in there saw us.”
