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That wasn’t a jogger

Even at this distance, she recognized it as Lorenzo

Chapter Four

TRACKING A VAMPIRE WAS DIFFICULT WORK

Usually, Balthazar liked it that way, because that made it difficult for anybody to track hi Black Cross or his own disturbed sister, Charity, he valued the ability to disappear if and when he wished

When he was the one doing the tracking, instead of the one being tracked--not so h the woods, painstakingly searching for evidence of animal kills A forest hid its secrets even at the best of tiround, the bodies were hard to find by either sight or scent After long hours of co the trails, Balthazar had found only one other vampire kill It, too, bore the vicious bite rave’s; he thought the fox had died within the hour

Lorenzo is alone right now, Balthazar thought Redgrave had been in this area with hih, and probably some others--his tribe waxed and waned over the years, sometimes as few as five or six, but soain? Constantia? Charity?

Don’t think about it Focus Lorenzo was on his own for now, and that was all that mattered

Balthazar leaned down close to the carcass, breathing in deeply Lorenzo’s scent lodged deeply within his predator’s ain, to let those powerful instincts clairound; the snow cover was too patchy here for him to track Lorenzo by his footprints, but scent alone would do it He began walking along the path,faster and faster as he became surer of his route The path led up the hill, toward a public space of so of cars cah the bare branches of trees

Then he rounded the hill, sahat lay past it, and breathed in sharply: a school The sign at the front of the drive proclaimed it DARBY GLEN HIGH SCHOOL

Skye’s school Lorenzo was pursuing her after all