“Not necessarily,” Jackson said as he walked over and then squatted down in front of us. “Tell me, just how the hell did you, of all people, get burned?”

A smile ghosted Rory’s lips. “I forgot about the gas bottles on the side of the cabin when I incinerated the place. Their explosion sent me tumbling, and it tore me from spirit to flesh form.”

“But even then, the fire shouldn’t have affected you,” Jackson said.

“There were witnesses by that stage. I did stop the fire burning too deeply, but I could hardly walk out of a firestorm completely untouched—not without raising all sorts of suspicions.”

Jackson grunted and glanced at me. “The cops told me there’s no unaccounted car in the area. The vamps must have been dropped off.”

“Which means they’ll probably have a pickup arranged.”

He nodded. “I told the cop we’d position ourselves up near the main road and nab anyone who comes down here.”

“Did you now?”

He ignored the sarcasm in my voice. “And I also have a solution to the accommodation issue.”

“Let me guess,” I said. “You’ve volunteered the home of one of the ladies from your harem.”

“Well, no, because I really don’t want to put any more of them in any sort of danger. I was thinking more along the lines of Adán.”

Adán being the second earth fae who’d helped create the trench around Brooklyn. “Really? Why?”

“Because he not only lives in Thornton, which is only about fifty minutes from here, but his home is something of a fortress.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Fifty minutes adds a whole lot to our traveling time when we’re in the city.”

“But you don’t have to come back to me every night, Em,” Rory said. “I may still be weak, but as long as I’ve got fire, I’ll be all right for a couple of days.”

“I don’t know—”

“The real problem,” Rory said, cutting me off with a gentle squeeze of my arm, “is that if they found this place, they’re more than likely to find others. And I’d hate to put Adán in any sort of danger.”

Jackson snorted. “Adán’s an earth fae. Trust me, those buggers don’t scare easily, and they certainly don’t die easily. He’ll jump at the opportunity for some action.”

I did believe him, because he’d already done just that when we’d called both him and Dmitri to help us in Brooklyn. “Maybe what we need is a little subterfuge.”

“Like what?” Jackson asked.

“Well, there’re only two ways those vamps could have found this place. Either they were tracking us—”

“We checked the cars regularly. We weren’t bugged,” Jackson said.

“There’s more than one way to track,” Rory said. “Winged shifters, for instance.”