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immortal, they drink blood but their canines aren’t much longer than a house cats. More often than not you’ll see a vamp feeding with a syringe or razor. They live long lives compared to mortals. Two, three hundred years, but they age. Slower than normal, but still age nonetheless. They’re strong, but nothing like us.
    In short vamps have everything to fear from us and we have very little to fear from them. Which is why they usually make themselves scarce when we’re around.
    I looked at Luc. He was bent at the waist, elbows resting on his knees looking out at nothing.
    “Don’t you think that’s weird?” I finally said. “That makes vamp number three in less than a month?”
    He rubbed his jaw, sighed and sat back, pierced me with one of his frosty stares. I had to admit it was good to have edgy Luc back, moody guy weirded me out for reasons I couldn’t quite fathom.
    “Yeah, but they were all young. Kids with too much balls and little bite. Coincidence?”
    I didn’t believe that and neither did he. Coincidences got you killed. My weird-dar said vamps and now priest were somehow connected. Don’t press me to try and explain why, I couldn’t if I tried. It was a hunch. Nothing more.
    I growled, the synapses’ in my brain unable to find the connection between A and Z.
    “What we need is to talk with Grace.”
    I cocked my head. “Hasn’t she contacted you yet? We’ve been here two days already.”
    Luc threw his hands up, stood and stretched. “Not yet. Second she does I’ll let you know.”
    He was halfway out the bedroom when I asked, “By the way, did you see anyone else out there?”
    The feral gleam was back in his eyes the minute I mentioned it. “No, but if I find him, I’ll kill him.”
    Then he was gone, scent of sulfur the only proof he’d ever been. He was pissed, moody, and frankly, I didn’t know how to deal with that. No doubt however that he was out there somewhere close, watching, maybe hoping Billy would return.
    I hated to admit it, so was I.
    For entirely different reasons.

Chapter 5
    I shoved my hands into my pockets, watching the crowd through slitted eyes. A northerly wind had blown in, it was brutally cold tonight, but that didn’t seem to stop anyone. The carnival was in full swing, a macabre repeat of last night.
    On auto pilot, I watched rider after rider get on the big wheel, repeating the same old lines over and over. Be careful, don’t stick your hand out the sides, don’t swing the basket ...blah, blah, blah.
    Part of me kept hoping I’d catch a glimpse of Billy. Another part, was hoping he’d stay away. Permanently. Why was I so obsessed with him?
    After a sleepless night I’d come to one absolute conclusion. Billy had to die. He couldn’t be allowed to walk around, not while he knew where we were. How to find us. That was too dangerous. Not just for me, but my entire family.
    Even so, I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else taking his life. I would have to be the one to do it.
    I huffed. How crappy was it that I’d finally found someone who intrigued me beyond sanity, only to realize I couldn’t keep him?
    Sometimes my life really sucked.
    Billy was bad news gift wrapped in a gorgeous package. Last night he’d held a knife to my throat. That was proof enough that the big bad wolf wasn’t out there buying me roses and chocolate. More likely he was loading down that chiseled frame of his with all sorts of weapons meant to make a girl like me squeal.
    I leaned against the fence, crossed my booted feet at the ankles and yes, sulked. Lust and I were in a foul mood. If the outside reflected the inside, then I was wearing a big fat sign that read: beware the dog . Last night I’d been all frills and sex, tonight I was in leather.
    I wasn’t on the hunt. Lust had charged the juice last night with Luc and the vamp, and yet, it hadn’t been enough. Not nearly. She’d tagged Billy, whether the man wanted me or not didn’t matter to her. It was almost