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to come back with a snide remark, but he looked a little flustered. He proved my instinct right when he tugged me away from the car casting an anxious look back at Irulan. "I know she's powerful Trumaine, but does she have the experience to watch my back if things go bad while we're in the field?"
     
    To be honest, I was wondering the same thing myself, but I wasn't gonna tell him that. Being powerful and all was nice, but anyone could freeze in a fight if they don't have the proper training.
     
    During the time that I've known her, Irulan's been a chef, a seamstress, and a teacher. Those professions don't exactly scream 'I’m capable of some awesome ass-kickery', but then again, my life was only a third of hers. When I was a child, she entertained me with tales of her life at court in Tir Na Nog, but that was decades ago and not one of those stories was a war story. Not wanting to put any further doubts in his mind, and not wanting to outright lie either, I gave him the best answer that I could think of. "Marcus wouldn't have agreed to let her work with us otherwise."
     
    Priest accepted my answer and gave me a curt nod of his head. I don't know why he pulled me away from the car; a Sidhe's hearing is almost as keen as a Vampire’s is. Irulan was gonna give him hell when the two of them were alone.
     
    "Text me with each location change. Call me if you come up with anything. I'll meet you as soon as I get done checking in with this Descantes." I waved at Ire, slapped Priest on the back, and started down the palm tree laden street.
     
    Part of me wanted to draw the walk out and make it a nice leisurely stroll, so I could enjoy the sights and sounds of a new city. But my mind was already preparing itself for what lay ahead of me. A big part of what made me a successful Sentinel was my ability to get inside the head of my quarry and anticipate their moves. I had a gift for finding my target. Vampires are natural predators. Just because you could easily kill something, didn't automatically mean you were adept at tracking it down.
     
    As much as I prided myself on my tracking abilities, I equally despised the trip down memory lane, but I knew it was unavoidable if I was to get a better take on Tristan.
     
    I replayed arguments and conversations that we'd had about our dreams and aspirations. I recalled his reactions to specific events and his unease around his father at times. I painfully dredged up anything that might be of some use to me.
     
    Before I knew it, I had arrived at the local CMS. Thanks to the GPS on my phone that I somehow managed to pay attention to, I made it without getting lost. Upon first glance, I thought that I'd put the wrong address into my phone.
     
    The house in front of me was a majestic, pre-civil war plantation house. There was nothing Extras about it. When I walked through the public entrance, I quickly changed my opinion.
     
    Sitting behind a receptionist desk was a seven and a half foot tall Golem. Although I'd never actually seen a Golem before, I recognized him by the Sigilis that were inscribed on his head. The magical symbols were what gave him life.
     
    The Golem looked up from his computer screen and took a quick assessment of me before pointing to a set of double doors off to the left side of his desk. He wiggled his fingers, as if shooing me away, then he promptly went back to his work.
     
    I'd just been dismissed as if I were a gawking tourist trying to get a picture with a Were or something. This was so not the welcome I expected. I went to the desk and knocked on it as hard as I could without doing any damage, earning me a deadly gaze from the Golem whose nametag said 'Stephen'.
     
    The Golem reluctantly pulled his head away from the screen and spoke in a voice that was surprisingly soft coming out of such a large body. "May Stephen help the rude little Vampire?"
     
    Rude?! What? No, he didn't! I'm gonna get a complex if people don't stop it with the rude bit. I honestly