The cold sweat reappears on the back of my neck. I’ve heard rumors of the vampires using the Marionettes’ magic against their enemies or for getting information, but I’ve never been able to get a straight answer from any of the witches on what really goes on. If he’s expecting some kind of magical torture from me… “We’re looking for the vampire James Westcott,” he says, and his voice echoes around us. “And we have reason to believe you can help us.”
