"Jenn," Jonny called.
"On my way," she replied then addressed Xander. "I never met a vamp who tried to keep a Guardian alive."
He sheathed his knife and crossed to her. She refused to back down, unwilling to let his attempt to intimidate her work.
"Let's just say, you're not the only one here with a hidden agenda," he replied. "I know what you're doing here, Guardian. Remember your place, or I'll make the Black God look like your fairy godmother."
He breezed by her again. She'd met enough Guardians and vamps to know how unique each was, but she'd never met a creature like this one. She shook her head and trotted after Jonny, who paced madly in the hall.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Jenn, I think … I'm not sure what to do."
"Jonny, hon, let me tell you one thing," she said and approached close enough she was certain no one else could overhear her. "Don't say things like that. You need to pretend you know what to do, even if you don't. These things will eat you alive."
"They can't kill me."
"There are things worse than death," she reminded him.
He smiled faintly and nodded, striking off down the hall towards his private wing of the underground facility. She trailed him, slowing when she turned the corner leading to his apartments.
Xander stood before the Black God's quarters. Two more vamps assigned as Jonny's guards stood on either side of the door to his personal chambers. The massive vamp ignored her, and she saw Jonny stop to speak to him. Xander gave a quick bow in response before meeting her gaze with a look that warned her she wouldn't like what Jonny had just told him to do. Her sense of dread grew as she approached and followed Jonny into his apartment.
The door closed behind her, and the young Black God threw himself into a large leather chair in the middle of the living room.
"I saw what he was hiding," Jonny started, features troubled once again. "But I don't understand it."
"What was it?" she asked and sat across from him.
"The Others are acquiring a weapon, but … it didn't seem quite right. The vamp said something about splitting the sky."
Jenn dwelled on his words. They meant little to her, but to Damian, they could mean something.
"Maybe I misunderstood. I've never been in anyone's mind before."
"You can only know what the vamp did," Jenn said. "I don't know what it means, either."