Light bloomed underneath my body, and a rush of energy filled my veins. I would pay for this later when my body and magick crashed, but that was fine. I could rest when I was dead.
Ayah’s screech was above me, and a second later came the vision. Aggie’s vampyre stood in the middle of a crowd at some po-dunk, run-down country fair. Neon lights glinted off his skin, but his eyes were purple, void of the red bloodlust that would have driven him toward a large crowd of humans. It would be an easy solve if he was rampaging, but what was he doing with a somewhat-clear head in a crowd of humans?
I frowned, trying to piece together what I knew about him. Snobby and polite to a fault, which was the exact opposite of most vampyres I knew.
Oh fuck. Aggie’s little 20th century gentleman was absolutely the sort who would feel guilty over attacking a human, especially a witch.
Which meant his foray into Hicksville wasn’t a social one. Maybe he wanted to be caught.
“Fucking vampyres.”
I held out my arm, and Ayah landed sharply. Her talons dug into the leather on my braces, and for a moment I examined her memory, opening wide our familiar bond. I gathered my new energy, knowing I was definitely going to pay for all of this later.
“Ayah, fly to Aggie. Let the wolf know we need the vampyre, and I’m working on retrieving him.”
I wasn’t confident Ayah could communicate with anyone but me, but she should be able to pass the message onto Aggie’s familiar, who seemed to have a slight bond with the wolf.
“Saving vampyres. What is wrong with me?”
I closed my eyes and dissolved into wisps of smoke.