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  “Dagnabbit,” he shouted. “You’re Steppin’ Out of Line!”

  Balsamic vinaigrette dripped from the rim of his white leather hat. He flicked an olive from his lapel, then assumed an offensive crouch, the tip of his curved knife held aloft. We circled each other. My heart was beating so frantically I was amazed it hadn’t bruised any ribs. The man faked a thrust. I moved to block it. He slapped my hand away and kicked me so hard in the stomach I went crashing back into the pool fence, knocking another Plexiglas panel loose.

  He let me get up. I tried to tag him as he closed in. He leaned back, his suit snapping from the speed of his movements, then executed a perfect spin kick. The air was out of my lungs before I registered what was happening. Then he slammed his dagger into my sternum. By some bizarre miracle, the blade got wedged between two platinum armour plates. He tried to wrench it free and it snapped.

  Inside the penthouse apartment the elevator pinged. As I circled away, chest throbbing, Charlie stepped out. He saw me and did a double-take. An instant later he was on the terrace, his dark hair matted, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. He was still armed from his sword-fighting lesson and pointed the tip of his katana—a Japanese killing blade—at the bounty hunter.

  “What is this, karaoke night? Who is this clown?”

  “The last man you’re ever gonna meet,” the bounty hunter answered. “And you are …?”

  “Impressed with your costume. You know you’re three thousand miles from Graceland?”

  “The King lives, baby.”

  “Not for much longer.” My friend stepped forward and raised the katana overhead. “Charlie Rutherford is going to send your sorry ass back to Vegas.”

  The man’s forehead knit.

  “You’ve never heard of me, have you?” Charlie asked.

  “Should I have?”

  My friend scowled and lowered his sword. “But I bet you’ve heard of Zack.” It sounded like an accusation.

  “Daniel Zachariah Thomson—the Child of Prophecy? Naturally. I’m lucky to have found him first. So who are you, his sidekick?”

  Charlie snarled and threw his katana. The bounty hunter leaned out of the way, grinning as it swept past. Fortunately, Charlie wasn’t trying to hit him. He was tossing the sword to me.

  CHAPTER 2

  THE UNBREAKABLE RULE

  CHARLIE SMILED as my fingers closed over the sword handle. “Good luck,” he said to the bounty hunter.

  I went at the man like a berserker, the sword an extension of my body. It whistled through the air with deadly precision. I trimmed one sideburn, then the other. He managed to back up and pull his second gun, the one that was still loaded. Before he could take aim, I kicked his arm aside. Then I snapped the blade over his shoulder and stopped it at the edge of his neck.

  “Drop it,” I said.

  The muscles of his jaw clenched. His gun was pointed sideways. If he swung it back my way, I’d have two options: kill him or take a round at point-blank range.

  I was spared the decision. Charlie crashed into him and the two went down in a tangle of arms and legs.

  “Sidekick? I’ll show you sidekick!” my friend shouted. He started throwing haymakers. It bought me enough time to slip close and take what I needed.

  The bounty hunter pushed Charlie away and rolled to his feet, only to find the barrel of his gun aimed squarely at his nose.

  “Last words?” I asked.

  He reached up slowly and pushed the top of his hat back so we were eye to eye. His purple irises sparkled mischievously. “You bet,” he said. “There’s no tomorrow!” His other hand was behind his back. It swung forward.

  Charlie dove, hands outstretched, and pushed me sideways. “FLASH-BANG!” he shouted. A grenade hung in the air right where my face had been. I raised my arms as it detonated. My eyes were protected from the flash, but the bang shattered both eardrums. The world went silent and I tripped over the broken table. A smell of burnt metal filled the air as my ears started to ring.

  I rolled over and tried to stand, but my balance was shot and I stumbled sideways, trashing another section of fence. Charlie was at my side. I expected him to help me up, but he pulled the gun from my hand instead, then staggered after the bounty hunter, who’d leapt from the edge of the roof. There was an apartment building across the street. Charlie took aim in that direction and the muzzle flashed.

  I started fishing through the mess from the tabletop, hoping to find another blood donor bag, but my hands wouldn’t go where I aimed them. Charlie knelt at my side a second later and found one with a few ounces left inside. I gulped it down, then waited for my hearing to come back online. Charlie sat down beside me and pulled my finger out of my ear—both were itching furiously. His lips moved.

  “What did you say?” I shouted, clicking my jaw as my eardrums regenerated.

  He muttered something I couldn’t make out.

  “Did you get him?”

  “No.” He jammed the gun in his belt, disgusted. “Sidekick …” His eyes bounced from the table to the broken pool fence. The only thing we hadn’t ruined outside the apartment was an asphalt landing pad on the far side of the shallow end. “You know, when a guy shouts flash-bang, you’ve got to protect your ears.”

  “I’ll know that for next time.”

  “Right … So, what did the Arabian Elvis want?”

  “Apparently there’s a ten billion dollar bounty on my head.”

  Charlie whistled, then pulled me to my feet. “That’s beaucoup de moolah, Zack. Turn yourself in and you can pay for takeout. You made a total mess of our dinner.”

  He sounded angry about it, like it was my fault this had happened. My heart and stomach were still doing an acrobatics routine, but he seemed more concerned about his girlfriend’s salad.

  “In case you didn’t notice, Charlie, that guy was here to kill me! Doesn’t that worry you at all? I almost swallowed a bullet back there.”

  “But you didn’t,” he said. “We sent that loser packing.” He picked up his sword. After examining the scoring on the blade, he slid it back into its sheath. “Why didn’t you lop his head off? You could have handed him his hat, with his head in it.”

  What could I say? Years ago I had made myself a promise that I would never take another person’s life. It was my unbreakable rule. Even in training, I didn’t practise kill strokes.

  “There has to be a difference between us and the bad guys, Charlie.”

  “I thought you didn’t believe in bad guys.”

  This was true. Even the worst people had some good in them, though it might only be their taste in embroidered cowboy hats.

  “You know what I mean.”

  Charlie turned so we were face to face. I was a few inches taller, and thick from years of weightlifting, but he was a year older, and had been shaving since he was fourteen, so he often acted less like a friend and more like a life coach. I sensed a lecture was on its way.

  “This isn’t a Batman comic, Zack. One day, someone’s life will be hanging in the balance. Mine. Luna’s. What if some dude is about to nix her and you hesitate? If anything happened, you’d never forgive yourself.”

  I clenched my teeth. “I’d feel nothing but pity for anyone who tried to hurt Luna.”

  “Yeah, but pity wouldn’t stop them.”

  He was right, but I had to draw the line somewhere. Killing seemed a good place to start.

  He began filling the punch bowl with ruptured blood donor bags. “Everyone has the right to self-defence. You’ve got to do what Ophelia says. Empty the mind and trust your instincts.”

  I understood the theory. But being empty-minded wasn’t as easy as some people made it look, Charlie included. He could tell by my expression that I wasn’t sold.

  “If I hadn’t shown up, you’d be in a body bag right now.”

  I nudged him in the ribs with my elbow. “But you did show up. ‘Cause you’re my sidekick.”

  I thought he was going to strangle me. Instead, he pu
t his hand on my back, then shoved me towards the penthouse doors. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up before Ophelia finds out about this.”

  “Oh man, is she ever going to freak.”

  “You don’t say. Well, that’s exactly why you’re not going to tell her.”

  “Charlie—”

  “Look, she’s got this place locked down tighter than the Pentagon. I’m sick of it! If she finds out a bounty hunter came here, she’ll put us under house arrest for good. It’s bad enough that the whole building is full of security cameras and we’re under surveillance twenty-four seven. It’s worse than 1984.”

  “Did you even read 1984?”

  “Just the SparkNotes, but that’s not the point.”

  “Charlie, she’s gonna find out eventually. If we don’t tell her now, she’ll go off like an A-bomb. Is that what you want?”

  He tossed up his hands. Then his cellphone buzzed. He pulled it from his belt and scanned the display.

  “What’s the word?” I asked.

  He flashed it my way. The message was from his girlfriend, Suki. It read: r u free.

  He rattled off a quick response, his thumbs a blur. Then he pulled the bounty hunter’s six-shooter from his belt and held it up like a trophy. “You wanna have a go with this?”

  Firearms made me uneasy, so I shied away from the shooting range when the others practised there. If I had to suffer any more of Charlie’s jokes about how good he was with his love-gun, or my being too shy to take my pistol out of the holster with a lady in the room, I was going to bite him.

  “No thanks. I’ve got to find Ophelia. Any idea where she is?”

  “Wep dep. She and Luna had some stuff to get for tomorrow.”

  The “wep dep” was the weapons depot, a name Charlie used to describe the sixth floor. It was where all of our guns, munitions and military equipment were stored.

  Charlie turned back to stare at the mess, disappointment pulling his mouth down at the corners. “You sure you have to tell her?” I held his gaze. He sighed. “Too bad. Those rose petals were a nice touch.”

  CHAPTER 3

  GERM OF CORRUPTION

  I LEFT CHARLIE on cleanup detail and, after a rapid drop in the elevator, found myself in a long hall running along the edge of the building. Iron Spike Enterprises had once been an apartment complex, but my Uncle Maximilian had converted it into the sort of headquarters you’d expect to see in a spy movie. Since his death in a cave-in this past summer, it had been our home.

  Floor six, the wep dep, was one giant storage room. I placed my hand on the palm-scanner outside the main door, then punched in a security code. When the light beside the lock turned from red to green, I turned the latch and muscled the door open. Luna was rummaging through a cupboard full of ammunition boxes, her copper hair falling in loose spirals past her shoulders. The sight of her helped settle my nerves. I was also relieved not to see Ophelia anywhere nearby. I wasn’t looking forward to breaking the news about our recent visitor.

  Luna glanced my way but said nothing. She was watching the camera on the wall. There was one in every room and hallway—part of my uncle’s elaborate security system. Ophelia had deactivated the ones in our private quarters, but all of the others remained online.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “Just getting some stuff for the shooting range so Charlie’s father can show us how to use this gear. His flight comes in later this morning.”

  Charlie’s father, Commander James Rutherford, was a master marksman. He was in between missions for the Canadian navy, so he’d agreed to fly down from Halifax to give us some lessons. He was also a member of the Underground, a covert group of men and women who shared the vampire secret and helped people like us stay hidden and supplied. My father had been part of the network too and had occasionally been tasked with hunting rogue vampires—those who suffered from Endpoint Psychosis. I knew very little about the Underground and how it worked, not only because it was a highly secretive organization, one my father never mentioned in his journals, but also because Hyde, a werewolf and vampire hunter, had wiped out all of the operatives around Ophelia and me, so I’d never had an opportunity to learn much about them.

  Luna tucked a box of shells under one arm, then slipped a hand past my elbow so we were arm in arm. “Why’d you leave practice early?”

  “About that …” I said.

  Before I could explain, she pulled me behind a rack of assault rifles. It took us out of the camera’s view. Her teeth were down. They pushed out her lips. Her hand rose to the base of my neck and she pulled me closer. Her pupils were so wide that only a slender ring of emerald was visible around them. I thought she was going to kiss me, but she didn’t.

  “We need to be alone,” she said.

  “We’re alone now.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  I did.

  “You need to talk to Ophelia,” she said. “We aren’t kids any more.”

  “I will.”

  She let me go, then put a hand on my chest and pushed me back. “You said that last week.”

  This was true. “The situation’s gotten a bit complicated …”

  Her eyebrows rose. “No kidding. Cameras everywhere. Constant training. We never get to go out and do anything. It’s like a never-ending boot camp. I didn’t agree to stay here so I could live like a hostage, or a nun. Suki feels the same. So does Charlie.”

  I couldn’t picture Charlie as a nun, but I understood what she was getting at. Ophelia was overprotective to a fault. It hadn’t seemed warranted until tonight.

  “She just wants to keep us safe. And she’s—”

  “What she wants is to keep us apart.”

  This sounded melodramatic, but it was more or less true. Ophelia didn’t like us to be alone. She’d never offered an explanation, and I’d never asked, but it didn’t take a brain scientist to figure it out. Last summer, I’d bitten Luna. To my surprise, she bit me right back. And so we unwittingly shared our first vampire’s kiss, an act we repeated often, not just because of the rush that followed, but because the mixing of our blood created a connection between us so strong that for a short time afterwards we could hear one another’s thoughts. It was strange at first, but we quickly learned how to control it—like a kind of private telepathy. None of this was dangerous, at least not at the moment, but apparently as we got older things would change. The pathogen that caused vampirism would make us stronger, and we’d develop our vampire talents, those bizarre powers you find in Gothic novels and shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Once that happened, sharing blood would become dangerous, perhaps even fatal.

  Ophelia didn’t like Charlie and Suki to be alone either. She was worried Charlie might pass on the contagion. And as much as I agreed with Luna that we weren’t children any more, to other vampires we were considered abominations, so young that any vampire who saw us was duty bound to kill us. Helping us was a criminal act. It was why Ophelia had stopped letting any of us venture out at night. We might be discovered by others of our kind and killed. And if Suki got infected, she’d share that risk.

  Luna crossed her arms. “Look, just ask her if we can go out on a date, like two normal people.”

  “Funny you should say that,” I said. “Charlie and I had planned a nice dinner, but—”

  I didn’t get to finish. The door opened and Ophelia walked in. A look of surprise, then disapproval came over her face. I stepped away from Luna, but she stayed close, her head next to my shoulder. Faint traces of her floral shampoo laced the air.

  “I didn’t expect to see you two here,” Ophelia said. There was more than mild reproach in her voice. She tucked a lock of blond hair behind her ear.

  Luna held up the box of cartridges. “I was just getting these.”

  “I can take them,” Ophelia said.

  Luna handed them over. “Zack wanted to ask you something,” she added. “I’ll let you two talk privately.” She slipped out the door. The patter of her feet faded in t
he direction of the elevator.

  “What was that all about?” Ophelia asked.

  I felt my tongue grow two inches thicker. “Well … Luna and the others are feeling trapped. She wanted me to ask for a night off.” I almost added, So we can have some time alone together, but my mouth decided at the last second that it didn’t want my foot in there.

  “I see,” Ophelia said. “I thought you four were having dinner on the roof.”

  “Yeah, well …”

  “Well what?”

  “Well, someone crashed the party.”

  Ophelia fixed me with an intense stare. “Who? What happened?” She started inspecting me.

  “I’m fine. A few bruises. Nothing to worry about.”

  “What’s that smell?”

  I sniffed at the air around my shoulder. “Residue from a stun grenade.”

  She noticed the hole in my armour from the vampire’s knife. “Tell me everything.”

  So I did, although I left out a few of the more embarrassing details, like my flight off the diving board.

  “Do you know who’s offering the bounty?” I asked.

  “No.”

  “Could we raise that much—ten billion dollars?”

  “Probably not. Why?”

  “I just thought … maybe we could buy ourselves out of trouble. If it’s a matter of money—”

  “It isn’t,” she said. “No sum in the world will get you out of this. You toppled Vlad, whose reign made the name Dracula more feared than any in our history. Until Hyde appeared, but you stopped him, too. To anyone seeking power, you are more threatening than the sun.”

  “Because of the prophecies.”

  “Yes. You are a perfect match: an orphan risen from the dead, a blood drinker, your father’s fame as a vampire hunter unparalleled. You are destined to rule. It will make you a target to any vampire hoping to fill the power vacuum created by Vlad’s death. It is the reason for this bounty.”

  “What about Charlie and Luna? Is there a bounty on them?”

  “I don’t know. Does it really matter?”