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if we’d just entered inside a demon’s mouth. A few feet back, and I’d have been julienned where I stood.
    “Neat,” I said. I could appreciate a good booby trap as much as the next person. “Must have cost a fortune, all that silver.”
    “They’re not silver.”
    The woman’s voice came from the top of the stairs in front of me. Smooth, buttery. Like crème brûlée for the ears.
    “They’re steel blades,” she continued. “I wouldn’t want undead intruders killed. I’d want them alive and brought to me.”
    Just like before when I jumped into this rabbit hole, I braced myself. Then I walked up the stairs to meet the voodoo queen.
    As stated on her headstone some seventy yards away, Marie Laveau had died in 1881. Beyond that, her being a ghoul and her reputation with voodoo was all I knew. Bones hadn’t wanted to go into detail in her own backyard, so to speak. His caution spoke volumes about the person coming more clearly into view with my every step. From what I had heard about Marie, I half expected her to be seated on a throne, turbaned, with a headless chicken in one hand and a shrunken skull in the other. What I saw made me blink.
    Marie was seated in an overstuffed chair, possibly a La-Z-Boy, bent over nothing more threatening than needlework. She had on a black dress with a white shawl thrown over her shoulders. On her feet were smart little heels that could have been Prada. With her shoulder-length dark hair curling around lightly made-up features, I had a weird flashback to a scene in a movie. She could have been bent over cookies, saying, “Smell good , don’t they?” while I broke a vase that wasn’t really there.
    “Oracle?”
    It came out of my mouth before I could snatch it back. No wonder Bones had wanted to come with me. I’d piss her off before even introducing myself.
    Hazelnut eyes that were way too alert raked me from boots to brow. The needlework shifted when a long finger pointed at me.
    “Bingo.”
    That dessert drawl again, Southern Creole and sweet. If ears could digest verbal calories, my ass would’ve been getting fat just listening to her. And with that single word, she’d just recited the next part of the movie Matrix, which I’d quoted.
    “Great movie, wasn’t it?” I didn’t move to sit because I hadn’t been invited to. “One of my favorites. The first film, anyway. Didn’t care for the other two.”
    Those penetrating eyes fixed on me. “Do you think you’re the One? The future leader for all of us?”
    “No.” I advanced and held out a hand. “I’m just Cat. Nice to meet you.”
    Marie shook my hand. Her fingers tightened on mine for an instant but not painfully.
    She released me, a tilt of her head indicating the seat next to hers. “Sit, please.”
    “Thanks.”
    The small room was bare of any decoration. Its walls were concrete, dry at least, and the only things in it were our two chairs. It reminded me of a prison cell. Stark and bleak.
    “Should I just jump right in and say Gregor’s full of shit, or do you want to chat first?”
    Meaningless banter didn’t seem like a productive use of time. Besides, if I could do small talk, I wouldn’t have pissed off the vast number of people that I had. Certain talents were beyond me. Okay, many talents.
    “What do you want?” Marie asked.
    Her matching bluntness made me smile. “You haven’t slept with Bones, and you don’t beat around the bush. If you weren’t considering backing Gregor against Bones, I’d like you tremendously.”
    She shrugged, resuming her knitting. “Whether I like people or not has little to do with deciding to kill them. It’s either necessary, or it isn’t.”
    That caused a grunt to escape me. “You sound like Vlad.”
    A knitting needle paused. “Another reason to wonder about you. Vlad the Impaler doesn’t make friends easily. Nor is the Dreamsnatcher usually so enamored of someone. You have an impressive list of conquests, Reaper.”
    My brow arched. “When