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As nore her body and simply take her blood Feed the er that--even now--stalked hi about soer and laughing about the boys who’d tried to chat theirl who’d ed to Murphy

His footsteps were silent Even if the girls turned, all they’d see was a well-dressed man in his late twenties with a rakish smile and a smooth step They would blush with pleasure when he passed thereeted the voice and a wink Then he could double back and stalk the out the pleasure of the hunt until their terror tinged the air

Murphy paused, waiting in the shadows

Maybe he would cull the brunette froht a hint ofthe fist aimed at his jaw His attackeron hishihts of hunting from his mind, for this opponent was his oldest andthe lantern jaw of his attacker with a solid fist that didn’t faze theand rained blow after blow into his kidneys as Murphy struggled to breathe

He was a wall Even when Murphy wrenched hi

Tory blow to Murphy’s face before he held up a hand

"Enough, To hell, Murphy!"

"I’rowl, Murphy rammed a fist into the bricks behind Tom and watched in satisfaction as the red clay crumbled beneath his fists He closed his eyes and let the pain wash over him It cleared his head, even as the cuts on his face and torso began to close

"I’rabbed hi "No, boss You’re not fine You’d have hunted her and bled her dry and hated yourself for it What’s your rule, boss?"

"They have to offer"

"They have to offer Not like your bloody bastard of a sire And if you turned into him, you’d kill yourself"

"I’m fine, Tom"

"Come to me and Josie’s place Come over and let her tell you a story, eh? Have a drink Sleep in one of the guest roohten his jacket, willing his fangs to recede in hishis mind away froained control, but the jacket was past saving He tugged it off and draped it over so in the alley It was torn, but it was still wool It wouldn’t be wasted keeping someone warm, and the boy in him would never be able to throw a coat away

To toward Josie’s old Victorian hoe

"Do you want to talk about what set you off?"