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THE CLUB WAS over the river on the Illinois side, along with most of the other questionable clubs. Vampire-run businesses got a grandfather clause to operate in St. Louis proper, but the rest of the human-run clubs—and lycanthropes still counted legally as human—had to go into Illinois to avoid pesky zoning problems. Some of the zoning problems weren’t even on the books, weren’t even laws at all. But it was strange how many problems the bureaucrats could find when they didn’t want a club in their fair city. If the vampires weren’t such a big draw for tourists, the bureaucrats’d have probably found a way to get rid of them, too.

I finally found parking about two blocks from the club. It meant a walk to the club in an area of town that most women wouldn’t want to be alone in after dark. Of course, most women wouldn’t be armed. A gun doesn’t cure all ills, but it’s a start. I also had a knife sheath around each calf, very high up, so that the hilts came up on the side of my knees. I wasn’t really comfortable that way, but I couldn’t think of any other place to put knives so I could get to them easily. There was a very good chance I’d have bruises on my knees after tonight. Oh, well. I also had a black belt in Judo, and was making progress in Kenpo, a type of karate, one with fewer power moves and more moves using balance. I was as prepared as I could get for the wilds of the big city.

Of course, I usually don’t walk around looking like bait. My skirt was so short that even with boots that came up to mid-thigh there was a good inch between the hem and the top of the boots. I’d put a jacket on for the drive, but had left it in the car because I didn’t want to be carrying it around all night. I’d been in just enough clubs, whatever flavor they were, to know that inside it would be hot. So the goosebumps that traveled over my bare back and arms weren’t from fear, but from the damp, chill air. I forced myself not to rub my arms as I walked and to at least look like I wasn’t cold or uncomfortable. Actually the boots only had two-inch heels, and they were comfortable to walk in. Not as comfortable as my Nikes, but then, what is? But for dress shoes, the boots weren’t bad. If I could have left the knives home, they’d have been peachy.

There was one other bit of protection that I’d added. Metaphysical shields come in different varieties. You can shield yourself with almost anything: metal, rock, plants, fire, water, wind, earth, etc. . . . Everyone has different shields because it’s a very individual choice. It has to work for your own personal mind-set. You can have two psychics both using stone, but the shields won’t be the same. Some people simply visualize rock, the thought of it, its essence, and that’s sufficient. If something tries to attack them, they are safe behind the thought of rock. Another psychic might see a stone wall, like a garden wall around an old house, and that would do the same thing. For me, the shield had to be a tower. All shields are like bubbles that surround you completely, just like circles of power. I’d always understood this when I raised the dead, but for shielding I needed to see it in my head. So I imagined a stone tower, completely enclosed, no windows, no chinks, smooth and dark inside with only what I allowed in or out. Talking about shielding always made me feel like I was having a psychotic break and sharing my delusions. But it worked, and when I didn’t shield, things tried to hurt me. It had only been in the last two weeks that Marianne had discovered that I hadn’t really understood shielding at all. I’d thought it was just a matter of how powerful your aura was and how you could reinforce it. She said the only reason I’d been able to get by with that for as long as I had was that I was simply that powerful. But the shielding goes outside the aura like a wall around a castle, an extra defense. The innermost defense is a healthy aura. Hopefully by the end of the night I’d have one of those.

I turned the corner and found a line of people that stretched