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fault.
    â€œYou put Mercy at risk,” Samuel growled. “If he had already made another vampire kill involuntarily, he might have been able to make you kill Mercy.”
    â€œNo. He couldn’t have made me harm Mercy.” Stefan’s voice held as much anger as Samuel’s, giving a little doubt to the firmness of his answer. He must have heard it, too, because he turned his attention back to me. “I swore to you, on my honor, that you would take no harm from this night. I underestimated the enemy, and you suffered for it. I am foresworn.”
    â€œâ€˜All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing’,” I murmured. I’d had to read Edmund Burke’s Reflections on the Revolution in France three times in college; some of his points had seemed especially relevant to me, who had been brought up with the understanding of just how much evil there really was in the world.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” Stefan asked.
    â€œWill my presence in that hotel room help you destroy that monster?” I asked.
    â€œI hope so.”
    â€œThen it was worth what little hurt I took,” I said firmly. “Quit beating yourself up about it.”
    â€œHonor is not so easily satisfied,” said Samuel meeting Stefan’s gaze.
    Stefan looked like he agreed, but there was nothing more I could do for him about that.
    â€œHow did you know that there was something wrong with Littleton?” I asked.
    Stefan broke off his staring contest with Samuel, dropping his eyes to Medea who’d crawled onto his lap and crouched there, purring. If he’d been human, I’d have said he looked tired. If he’d dropped his eyes like that in front of a less civilized werewolf, he might have had problems, but Samuel knew that a vampire dropping his gaze was not admitting submissiveness.
    â€œI have a friend named Daniel,” Stefan said after a moment. “He is very young, as our kind go—and you might call him a nice boy. A month ago, when a vampire checked into a local hotel, Daniel was sent to see why he had not contacted us for the usual permissions.”
    Stefan shrugged. “It is something that we do a lot; it should not have been dangerous or unusual. It was an appropriate assignment for a new vampire.” Except there was a hint of disapproval in Stefan’s voice that told me that he would not have sent Daniel off to confront an unknown vampire.
    â€œSomehow Daniel was sidetracked—he doesn’t remember how. Something aroused his bloodlust. He never made it to the hotel. There was a small group of migrant workers who were camping in the cherry orchard, waiting to begin the harvest.” He exchanged a glace with Samuel over my head. “Like tonight, the mess wasn’t pretty, but it was containable. We took their trailers and vehicles and got rid of them. The owner of the orchard just thought they’d gotten tired of waiting and moved on. Daniel was…punished. Not too harshly, because he is young and the lust is so very strong. But now, of his own will, he won’t eat at all. He is dying from guilt. As I told you, he is a nice boy.”
    Stefan inhaled, a deep, cleansing breath. Stefan once told me that most vampires breathed because not breathing attracted human attention. I think, though, that some of them do it because their not breathing is as troubling to them as it is to the rest of us. Of course, if they are going to talk, they have to breathe a little bit anyway.
    â€œIn the furor,” Stefan continued, “no one investigated the visiting vampire who had, after all, spent only one night in town. I didn’t even think to question what had happened until I tried to help Daniel a few days ago. He talked to me about what had happened—and something just seemed wrong with his story. I know bloodlust. He could not remember why he’d decided to travel all the way out to Benton City, twenty miles from