“Oh, Mary.” In spite of how breathless his voice was, Marcus sounded pleased to hear from her. “You just caught me on the way out the door. Are you at Enid’s already? Does she need me to bring something?”
“No…no, I’m not going to be at Enid’s tonight. I actually need a favor from you. Can you tell me which mixed churches are meeting tonight?”
“None of them, I hope. I told them not to.”
“What do you mean, you told them not to?”
“Well, it’s not safe. You know that.” Some of the bravado had disappeared from his tone. “After that monster waltzed in during your meeting that night, I knew we weren’t safe. I called around and told everybody they shouldn’t use the churches after dark for a while.”
Mary understood what Marcus was saying, what Marcus meant. But they were always in danger, and it was rarely from vampires. “Marcus, why didn’t you tell me you were going to do that?”