Page 35 of Good Vampires Go to Heaven

“Ivak, how about your plantation? Do you have the shields up yet?”

“Not totally. It’s a vast property,” Ivak replied, beginning to get Michael’s drift. “Gabrielle and Mikey aren’t safe there, are they?”

Gabrielle was Ivak’s wife, and Mikey was their son, who’d been named after the archangel.

“They are not,” Michael said. “Get them out.”

Ivak had already pulled out his cell phone and was presumably texting his wife.

“Sigurd? Your island hospital compound?” Michael asked.

“Good. Ivak, take your family and vangels there.”

Sigurd ran a pediatric cancer hospital on an island in the Florida Keys, but it also served as a vangel headquarters. In an emergency, and this was definitely an emergency, the patients could be moved to a mainland facility, and the island would be turned into a fortress of sorts. He, too, was on his cell phone, texting his wife, who was there with his adopted daughter, Izzie.

Mordr was doing the same for his family in Las Vegas.

“First off, then,” Michael said, “everyone must be gathered to this castle or the Florida Keys island. Everyone.”

“But . . . but . . . there are a thousand of us, and more, including extended family,” Vikar pointed out. “How will I fit five hundred of us here in the castle?”

Michael gave him a look that was almost a sneer. Very unsaintly. The expression pretty much said “Deal with it.” Michael would probably be thinking that they had become soft, and that Vikar didn’t recall the times they had no roof over their heads, let alone a huge castle.

Sigurd had probably wanted to ask the same question, but had held his tongue. Smart of him! Sigurd had a massive hotel on his island that he’d converted into a hospital and vangel headquarters.

“Since Satan obviously must be sending reinforcements to Jasper, will you be sending us backup fighters, as well?” This from Mordr.

Thank God, Mordr had asked that question, and not Vikar.

“No,” Michael answered bluntly.

That was plain enough. Another unspoken “Deal with it!”

“I think I know where they are,” Cnut said suddenly. “If they survived, that is. Regina and Zeb would probably go to his island hideaway. He took me there before going off to turn himself in to Jasper.”

“I was there, too, at one time. Nicole and I both were,” Trond said.

“Why didn’t you say so before?” Vikar asked.

“Remember, Michael, you told us that Jasper had Zebulan,” Cnut continued. “So, we had no reason to . . .” His words trailed off, realizing that placing blame on Michael might not be a good idea.

Michael rolled his eyes, as he often did when dealing with them. “Do you know how to get to Zeb’s island?” he asked Cnut and Trond.

They both shook their heads.

“He was careful to make sure I didn’t know the coordinates,” Cnut told Michael.

“I might have been unconscious,” Trond added.

Harek raised his hand. “For the sake of disclosure, I have to admit I knew Zeb had an island hideaway. It’s what gave me the idea for my own island. I was never on Zeb’s island, though.”

Michael shook his head with disgust. “Can you figure out where it is located?” Harek was their computer genius. If anyone could figure out where it was, it would be him.

Harek bit his bottom lip, pondering. “Possibly. If Cnut and Trond give me any details they recall, I might be able to figure it out.”

“Are you certain they aren’t on your island?” Michael asked Harek.

Recently, they’d all learned that Harek had been harboring a secret island getaway, the one he’d just mentioned to Michael. Now, they began to realize that it was modeled after Zeb’s own island hideaway, or the idea of it anyway. But Michael had found out about Harek’s island, and it was now being transformed into a vangel electronics compound.