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vampires up until it had become obvious they were aware of our presence. Nor did I answer the unspoken question, what are you hiding in a sewer vault that could attract a werewolf or vampire’s attention ? Or the one he didn’t know to ask. How had they even known about the vault in the first place ?
    I had enough problems on my mind, so I went along with the presumption that for now, it didn’t matter how they learned about the vault. They simply knew.
    So, next question.
    I had no idea why they had been there, especially with conflicting orders. Rob from me, but don’t kill me. They had to know that five wolves wouldn’t have been enough for the job. Unless they hadn’t planned on me being there. But then, how would they have broken into the vault in the first place? With me being a notorious wizard, my vault would undoubtedly be locked with magic . And why hadn’t they tucked tail and run as soon as they discovered I was present? The wolves had scented us long before talking to us. So they wanted something. Something they assumed I had hidden in a secret vault.
    Questions piled on top of more questions. Maybe there was more than one thing going on here. I ran through the catalog of items in my vault, but couldn’t think of anything particularly interesting to the supernatural community at large. Sure, there were nifty things in there, but all the super powerful and dangerous stuff was locked away in the Armory now. Maybe the wolves thought I had some kind of key to the Armory in my vault beneath Plato’s Cave.
    Still, these questions only led me back full circle to the most pressing issue.
    No one knew about my vault.
    I had literally told no one.
    Not Gunnar. Not Indie. Not my parents. Not even my old traitorous friend, Peter.
    No one .
    And I couldn’t remember the last time I had been down there, but it had been a long time. Which meant that someone must have followed me down there at some point, and then waited years until the perfect night to go get the goods. Tonight.
    The same night I happened to be paying a visit.
    Something smelled wrong about this whole thing and I felt my face scowl.
    The only reason I had chosen tonight to visit could be summed up in one word.
    Achilles.

Chapter 6

    T he room filled with soft chatter between Indie and Tomas as Gunnar continued to talk into his cell phone, no doubt warning Ashley of the situation. I was apparently setting off the vibe that I needed a few minutes to myself. This would typically be a time when I would have lit a cigarette to calm my racing mind.
    But I had quit eight months ago, during the Mardi Gras fiasco. I didn’t miss the habit much on a daily basis. Not at all, in fact. But times like this?
    Yeah, a cigarette would have been nice. Or a stiffer drink. Thanks to Tomas’ warning about possible surveillance, I couldn’t open the windows to smoke anyway, so I settled in to attempt to think without the aid of stimulants.
    Achilles had asked me to go down to the sewers tonight. If not for that, it could have been a long time until I went down there. The only other reason I had gone down there was to get the engagement ring, and I could have done that any time in the next few days. But I hadn’t told a single person about either the ring or the vault. Ever. I began running through all my interactions for the past few days but came up with no smoking guns.
    So, Achilles just happened to have a damsel in distress who needed saving in the sewers tonight. I had planned on going to the sewers to get the engagement ring in the next few days anyway, so I had decided to combine the two into one trip. Vampires first, to test Indie’s mettle, which she had passed with flying colors , I thought to myself proudly. Then the engagement ring. Simple. Efficient.
    Right .
    I glanced at Indie discreetly, amazed by her natural beauty and genuine smile. Tomas was eating it up. A naturally beautiful woman with glittering pearly whites could make any man feel eight feet