“The charity masquerade,” I said. “For the New York firefighters.”

“Precisely.”

“Would Edward know he’s there?”

“It’s a large event, well covered in the media. The Cortez Corporation is a cosponsor, and my father is expected to attend. Edward would only need to pick up today’s paper to see that. That may also explain why the cab dropped him off at the Caribbean marketplace. It would be an excellent place to get costume fixings.” He swore under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Perhaps I can still talk him out of it—”

“You won’t,” I said. “He’s not going to that safe house any more than you are. We have to deal with it. Let’s go talk to the others.”

As we walked back into the main room, Elena was talking.

“Okay,” she said. “This is dead obvious so, since no one else is bringing it up, I know I’m missing something. We’re assuming that Edward wants to go back through the portal to get to Natasha. My question is: Why doesn’t he just kill himself?”

“I know that sounds easy, Elena, but for a vampire, it’s more complicated than that.” Cassandra’s voice held none of the impatient snap she used with the rest of us. “The only way we can die is by being beheaded.”

“Not the easiest method of suicide. Okay, I get it. But why…” She hesitated, as if reluctant to question something if no one else was.

“Why not get someone else to do it?” Clay said.

Elena nodded. “Right.”

“Because he can’t guarantee he’ll end up with Natasha,” I said as I took my place on the sofa. “We have no idea where she is, whether it was some kind of vampire afterlife, or a side effect of their immortality experiments. The best way for Edward to ensure he’d be with Natasha is to use the portal she opened. In the meantime, we have a new problem.”

I told them about Benicio’s plan.

“Maybe this is for the best,” Cassandra said. “You’ve done your share—more than your share. Let the Cabals finish this. I would prefer to see Edward taken quietly and allowed a fair trial, but if he’s killed while attempting to kidnap a Cabal CEO, there’s little I can do about that.”

She glanced at Aaron as if for confirmation.

He nodded. “Not much chance they’ll behead the guy in the middle of a charity gala. They’ll probably settle for taking him into custody; then we could intervene later. If not, well, Cassandra and I can deal with any fallout in the vampire community. Edward has committed enough crimes that I’m not going to put someone else in danger just to make sure he gets a fair trial.”

I looked at Lucas. Stone-faced, he was struggling not to argue, but I couldsee concern simmering in his eyes.

“Your father invited us to the masquerade,” I said softly. “Maybe we should go.”

“As backup, I hope,” Clay said. “Because if you mean what I think you mean—”

I lifted a hand. “Hear me out, okay? Yes, I mean Lucas and I go as guests, that we set ourselves up as bait.”

Clay’s mouth opened, but Elena shushed him.

“It makes sense, doesn’t it?” I said. “Edward thinks we’re dead. If he sees us there, it’ll throw him off and divert his attention from Benicio. We’d be the easier targets—” I stopped and looked at Lucas. “Unless your dad finds out Edward can use our blood. Didn’t he have his researchers looking into the ritual?”

“They didn’t find anything.”

“Good. So he might have a couple of guards tailing us, but he knows Edward’s focus will be on opening that portal, not getting revenge by killing you. So he’d assume he’s the main target. When Edward sees us, though, he’ll realize we’d be easier to capture.”

“But you’re only trading one decoy for another,” Clay said.

“True, but it’s not an equal trade,” Lucas said. “Paige and I know more about vampires than my father does. And we’re certainly better equipped to deal with a direct threat than he is. It’s been many years since he’s needed to defend himself.”

“I can pull bodyguard duty,” Aaron said. “Watch over you from the sidelines.”

Elena glanced over at Jeremy, who nodded.

“Count me in,” Elena said.

“Us,” Clay said.

“Not sure what I can do, but I’m in, too,” Jaime said.

“I’ll go as well,” Cassandra said.

“Cool,” Savannah said. “Do I get to dress up in a costume, too? Or should I help Elena and Clay?”

Everyone turned and looked at her. As her gaze went from my face to Lucas’s to Jeremy’s, her eyes narrowed.

“No way,” she said. “Uh-uh. I’m not staying behind. I can help out. I’m at least as good a spell-caster as Paige—”

“Better,” I said. “But you’re also thirteen years old. No matter how good you are, I’m responsible for you. Not only might you get hurt by Edward, but you’re still a prize for the Cabals.”

“You’re special, remember?” Elena said, offering a smile. “Just like Jeremy. You two can keep each other company, man the control center, eat lots of pizza, and stay up really late.”

Savannah rolled her eyes at Jeremy. “Sucks being special sometimes, doesn’t it?”