had brought her to go slum-­crawling in. She pulled on her tightest T-shirt and slid the vest over it before slipping on the Kevlar-lined jacket and zipping it up to her throat. The combination should stop anything she might have to face, Sidhe or human. She slid the gun into her pocket and inspected herself in the mirror. Neither gun nor vest showed.
She was ready to go to war. Now all she had to do was find the battlefield.

Guardian House looked serene and untouched by recent events. In order to track Eric, Ria needed something that was his—something attuned to his personal energy that she could use as a link to him, and his apartment was the best place to look. Ria wasn’t sure it’d let her in without a fight, but fortunately she didn’t have to try. As she stood in the little courtyard of the apartment building, she heard the frantic racing of a motorcycle engine coming from behind the building, and over it Greystone’s gravel voice pleading with someone.
“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart! Just—could you wait a minute here! Hey! Here now, mo chidr—”
She ran around to the tiny private parking lot in the back of the building and found Greystone standing in front s