“Hello?” Adam’s voice was brisk.

“It’s been nearly a week,” I said. “Littleton’s not coming after me—he’s busy playing games with Warren and Stefan.” Warren had kept me more or less updated on the hunt for the vampire-sorcerer, such as it was. Somehow Littleton was always a step ahead of them. “Call off the bodyguards.”

There was a little silence on the other end of the phone line, then Adam said, “No. We’re not discussing this over the phone. If you want to talk to me, you come over and talk to me. Wear something to spar in, I’ll be working out in the garage.” Then he hung up.

“How...