I arose the next day, determined to go and see Erik and get the truth about vampire hunters. Then, as I was scrubbing my teeth, I remembered yesterday's other situation.
Gabriel Loftbrok.
Swearing, I finished up in the bathroom, receiving a disapproving look from Kinny for my obscenity. There was no telling how lengthy this tour thing with him might take.
I might have to wait until tomorrow to see Erik, and by then, this vampire hunter or whatever could have blown again.
I left for Star City, wearing the most nonattractive costume I could muster: jeans and a turtleneck, with my hair pulled hardly back. Warren, all smiles, moved toward me as I waited for Gabriel in the cafe.
"You should show him Foster's and Puget Sound Books while you're out," she told me
conspiratorially.
Still waking up, I took a sip of the mocha Thomas had just made me and tried to reason out her logic.
Foster's and Puget Sound Books were opponents of ours, though not crucial ones.
