Ganymede answered her question. “Nice to see everyone getting along.” Actually, his expression said he would’ve enjoyed a little bloodshed before the brotherly love kicked in. “I’ve called a meeting in the greenhouse. Only nonhumans involved in the park get to attend. We need to talk about Stephan.”

“Stephan?” Kristin looked confused.

And while Taurin brought her up to speed, Dacian had his own question. “Why here?”

“Easier to control who might be listening in. The greenhouse tours stop at seven, so there won’t be a lot of hotel guests and tourists wandering around out here at night. I’ll sense as soon as someone comes close.”

One by one, everyone arrived. Finally, Ganymede stared at the greenhouse door and there was the click of the lock. “Okay, we’re all here except for Donna.”

“What about Kyla? She’s a Mackenzie, and she’s in the castle. I put out a call for the Mackenzie clan to meet here anyway, so she’ll be part of the battle.” Eric shot a pointed stare at Bain. “She’d probably be more trustworthy than a demon.”

Bain simply laughed.

Ganymede hissed at Eric. “I decide who’s here and who isn’t. I don’t know this Kyla. And I don’t care who thinks she’s trustworthy. Are you done?”

Yay, Ganymede. Cinn grinned. Yeah, she knew she was being petty and sort of jealous, okay, a lot jealous, but she was glad Kyla wasn’t at the meeting.

Eric subsided with a muttered complaint about minityrants.

Cinn glanced around. Dacian, Taurin, Kristin, Bain, Edge, Eric, Holgarth, and Asima. Asima? Then she pushed aside her lingering doubts about the cat. Ganymede wouldn’t have invited her if he didn’t trust her. Asima padded over to Teddy and curled up next to him.

But before Ganymede could begin, someone knocked at the door. With an annoyed hiss, Ganymede sent the door crashing open. A woman slipped inside. Cinn only had time to note that the woman was gorgeous, with shoulder-length blonde hair.

She waved at everyone. “I’m Donna Mackenzie, Eric’s wife. I did my show from a local affiliate and then drove like hell to get here. Did I miss anything?” But even as she asked, her gaze riveted on Dacian. “Where have you been for two hundred years?”

“Hold the questions.” Ganymede’s tail whipped up a storm. “Here’s the deal. I filled all of you in on this dumbass vampire, Stephan. He’s gathered an army of night feeders and now he thinks he’s Napoleon. Well, we’re about to give him his personal Waterloo.” He glanced at his wizard. “Fill them in on the details.”

Holgarth still looked a little shaken. Cinn didn’t blame him. The hooded wizard must’ve really rattled his confidence. Besides, it was scary knowing someone with that kind of power lurked somewhere in the castle.