He caught my hand and kissed it. His eyes turned dark. His fingers curved into a fist. He looked predatory. “I wish I could rewind back to that second and crush her skull before she put the necklace on the kid.”

“I know. I wish there was a way to get to her.”

He looked at me. “I thought about it. If we approached Forney’s house at night…”

“Curran, we can’t break into the house of the DA. The fallout for the Pack would be enormous.”

“I know, I know.” Muscles played along his jaw. He hated to have his hands tied and so did I. “But if we use someone outside of Atlanta for the DA job…”

“It’s a bad idea. Even I know it’s a bad idea.”

He looked at me. He was still thinking about it.

“No,” I told him.

Curran swore.

Screwing with the DA would get us a witch hunt in a hurry. He knew it and I knew it. No, there had to be another way. Some way where the boy survived and our people didn’t die.

I sighed. “I envy navigators sometimes. All they do is sit in the Casino and drink coffee, while the bloodsuckers run into dang—”

I stopped in midword.

Curran’s eyes lit up.

“You think he’ll go for it?”

“Oh yes. Yes, he will go for it.” He jumped off the wall. “Come with me.”

“Shouldn’t we have some sort of a plan? Ghastek isn’t an idiot. We can’t just call down to the Casino and tell him, ‘Hi, we’re going on a suicide mission, wanna bring some vampires to be our bullet meat?’” Bloodsuckers were expensive. The very idea of taking four or five of them into danger with minuscule chances of survival would give Ghastek an aneurysm.

“I have a plan.” Curran grinned at me.

“Please enlighten me, Your Majesty.”

“I’m going to make Jim figure it out,” Curran said.

“That’s it? That’s your plan?”

“Yes. I’m brilliant. Come on.”

I hopped off the wall and we went down the stairs.

If anybody could figure out how to rope Ghastek into this scheme, Jim would be the man. Served him right for all those times he’d pushed me into the line of fire.

Payback is a bitch.

We trapped Jim in one of the conference rooms and explained our brilliant plan.

“This is payback, isn’t it?” Jim glared at me.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I told him. “As the Consort of the Pack, I’m far above petty revenge.”

Jim tapped the clipboard with several pieces of paper on it against his forearm. “I’ll do it if you go to the Guild tomorrow.”

“You’ll do it, because I asked you to,” Curran said.

Jim turned to me. “Will you do the Guild thing?”