Chapter Thirty-Eight

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

I was sitting at the kitchen table staring at my ill-gotten vial of blood when the phone rang.

“Hey,” Seth said. “I made a few phone calls today. I think we’ve been going about it all wrong. We’ll never get Lydia back this way. We’re going to have to make some changes to the plan.”

I tossed the dark red vial from hand to hand. From the look of things, Bradley Guzman had an iron count that would make Nathan Stark blush. He also needed to hydrate more, but it didn’t seem in my best interest to track him down and let him and the demon know.

“What plan? The fight at OK Corral plan? Where I heroically find Lydia and snatch her away from the jaws of Demonic Sparkles?”

He sighed. “Yes. That plan. How’s it working for us so far?”

I growled.

“Exactly.”

“So what does the new and improved plan entail?”

He suddenly sounded very weary. “We have to look as stable as possible. Can you do that? Act like a fine, upstanding citizen? I’ll try not to kill myself, and you don’