I still refused to acknowledge anything they said about vampires. “You’re the ones who attacked my friend and me in the alley last week.” Neither one denied it.

“Your ‘friend’ is a creature of darkness,” said Blond Hair. “I don’t know how she’s managed this current enchantment—making herself look like one of the other vampires—but you can’t be fooled. She’s evil. She’ll kill you and countless others.”

“You guys are crazy,” I said. “None of this makes any sense.”

“Just tell us where her main lair is,” said Jeff. “We know it’s not that apartment on the other side of downtown. We’ve been watching it and she hasn’t returned since our last attempt to destroy her. If you won’t actively help us, that information will be all we need to rid the world of her evil.”

We’ve been watching it. Adrian’s apartment. Chills ran through me. How long had they been spying on his place? And to what extent? Had they simply sat outside in a car, stakeout style? Did they have high tech surveillance equipment? Wolfe had warned against being stalked in parking lots, not in homes. The small comfort I had here was that they obviously didn’t know about Clarence’s. Their surveillance couldn’t have been that thorough if no one had followed her yet. But had they followed me? Did they know where I went to school?

And with their own words, they were confirming the terrible reality I’d hardly dared speculate about. It was a reality that meant there were forces moving unseen beneath the Alchemists’ seemingly all-knowing vision, forces working against our goals.

Vampire hunters were real.

With that realization came a hundred more terrifying questions. What did this mean for the Moroi? Was Jill in danger?

Was Adrian?

“The only thing I’m going to do is call the police,” I said. “I don’t know who you guys are or why you’re obsessed with my friend, but neither of us have done anything to you. You’re even crazier than I first thought if you think I’m going to tell you where she is so that you can stalk her.”

Then, by the sheerest luck, I saw a patrolling police officer walking down the street. The two guys at my table followed my gaze and undoubtedly could guess my thoughts. It would be very easy to call her over. We’d filed no report about the alley attack, but accusing these guys of a recent assault would certainly detain them. In sync, they both rose.

“You’re making a terrible mistake,” Jeff said. “We could have had this problem eradicated ages ago if our groups worked together. First the Strigoi, then the Moroi. Your misguided descent into their corruption has nearly ruined everything. Fortunately, we still walk the true path.” The fact that he’d just named the two groups was particularly alarming. These guys were scary, certainly, but less so if they were just talking about vampires in shadowy, vague terms. Using “Moroi” and “Strigoi” indicated extensive knowledge.

Blond Hair tossed down a small, homemade pamphlet. “Read this, and maybe you’ll see the light. We’ll be in touch.”