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trickled down to the ground like thick oil. But I couldn’t let go, I couldn’t stop myself. I enjoyed it too much, the feel of the burn and scent of smoldering skin. My fingers sank deeper into her flesh. Blood spurted in guzzling sounds around my fingers and mixed with the melting skin.
    Holy Shango this feels so good.
    I bit my lip, pushing deeper into her until my fingertips met bone and blood pooled out, dripped down to her thighs, and streamed along my own arms. The aroma of roasted meat filled the area. My stomach growled with hunger as my touch seared into her arms and cooked her body. The whole time she slept in this comatose state.
    Someone screamed on my left. I looked down the alleyway’s opening. A little girl with red pigtails cried out in shock and then ran off. It rocked me out of my state.
    Suddenly whatever I was doing seemed wrong. I battled with myself to let go. Visions of burning her skin some more danced in my head. Delicious images. Yet, I forced myself to get up and run in the opposite direction of where the little girl ran. The Rebels were stupid, but with the little girl’s screams they would come my way. I released the doggy. She slumped back into the brick wall.
    Maybe I should take one of her arms. I stiffened. Why did I just think that? What would I want her arm for?
    Footsteps stomped outside the opening. I considered the disgusting thought no more and sped off. I’ll have to figure out another way to get to Graham. The Rebels blocked the entrance. Zulu was so paranoid there was only one way of getting in, besides his nifty little flying exits that only he could use. I’ll have to go back to the house. The one that La La and I had grown up in. Graham would return their eventually, and if not, I could use the phone in the living room to call MFE.
    This will take forever. I should have grabbed her arm. I could play with it while I wait. A sliver of cold fear crept up my spine as I licked my lips. Wait, what? What’s wrong with me?

Chapter 5

    Lanore
    Rage condensed the air between Dante and us. His guards’ fingers shook as they held their weapons. Water didn’t even harm Zulu, yet they pointed the water guns at him as if they couldn’t think of what else to do. Once Zulu had stepped outside of the bloodied dining area, I saw that he wore tattered blue suit pants with holes on the side and gunk trimming at the bottom. It was the only thing left from his ball costume from earlier tonight. I wore a new shirt. Dante had provided me with another Bottelli shirt.
    Angel remained between both of our groups like a bald headed referee. She held her hands out to the sides. Her fingers on the right hand touched my chest. Her left hand’s fingers grazed Dante’s suit jacket. “So we are all in agreement that no one is killing each other?”
    Dante leaned his head to the side to put Zulu in his view. “You’ve taken one third of my family members. We’re even.”
    “We’ll be even when you’re dead.” Zulu wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me into him, so that my behind and back molded into his front. “I may have killed your lackeys, but you’ve killed my sister and MeShack. Both of them are worth ten times the amount of people I killed.”
    I flinched at the mention of MeShack’s name.
    “I may have had an unintentional hand in killing Zulu’s sister, but the Vampire who killed this MeShack was not one of mine.” Dante shifted his attention to me, probably realizing that Zulu would always be a lost cause in the moment when logic merged with forgiveness.
    “Nevertheless, I can get you the man who killed this MeShack,” Dante said.
    Zulu tensed.
    “I would like that a lot, but Zulu is right. We’re not even,” I said.
    “Really? Well, I’m not sure you understand this situation so let me catch you up.” Dante curled his lips into a wicked grin. “You’re now in the Bottelli compound. Now let’s look at this in small doses for those who didn’t get a chance to