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Closing the door, she went into the living roolanced at the two books lying on the table The voluingly listed the ways to find and destroy the creatures of the night The only thing the books didn’t explain was how one gained the courage to take stake and et started
Rane stood in the shadows outside Savanah’s house, his fists shoved deep into his pants’ pockets as he stared at her silhouette in theSo, she thought she was a Vampire hunter, did she? The very idea was ludicrous and yet he couldn’t forget the stubborn set of her jaw or the determined look in her eyes Did she actuallythe Undead? To do so would be suicide Surely she knew that? She had no training, no one to teach her, no one to guide her If she was foolish enough to go up against a Vampire who had been turned for ue Vaht not be able to abide the sun, but once they had a few years under their belt, er ones were able to defend themselves even if they were attacked while at rest With her inexperience, Savanah would be no
He frowned as another thought occurred to hih he had stayed out of the war between the Vampires and the Werewolves, there were secret, out-of-the way places in every big city where the Undead gathered He had kept up-to-date with the war news, listened to the rumors, heard the names of those who had been killed on both sides When the war ended, there had been a period of relative peace as the Supernatural community withdrew to lick their wounds After six one into retirement For a tian to hear rued If what he heard was right, this as being carried out by an unknown assailant as quietly andVampire hunters Was it a Vampire? The same one who had killed Savanah’s father? Did that make Savanah the next victim? And was it hunters the killer was after, or the book Savanah had mentioned?
Rane told himself it wasn’t his probleh to know her own mind and make her own decisions He swore softly Maybe that was true, in mortal matters, but in Supernatural affairs, Savanah was in way over her head One way or another, he needed to get his hands on that book before it was too late
He told hiain it wasn’t his problem, but to no avail He wasn’t sure hohen it had happened, but he had fallen into the sarandfather, his father, and his brother He was in love with a er even now
So, as he going to do about it? Protect her, or just turn his back on her and walk away as he had on so erous, hea hand to his face His cheek and neck still hurt like hell, ah provocation Considering the way she felt right now, she was just as likely to drive a stake into his heart as not In spite of what he’d said earlier, letting her go was out of the question He wanted her, and not just her blood He wanted all of her—her laughter, her smiles, and yes, even her hatred He wanted her, and he o back and kick in the door, if necessary However, since he was Nosferatu, breaking down the door would be little o inside unless she invited him, and she wasn’t likely to do that in her present state of mind He had no explanation for the odd effect thresholds had on the Undead, but he knew froical or not, thresholds possessed a Supernatural power of their own
Of course, even though he couldn’t force his way into her house, he could always hypnotize her and call her to him With his preternatural power, he could co he wished, but there was daht as well make love to a robot
Muttering an oath, he began to pace back and forth in front of her house He was a Vampire, the most powerful creature on the face of the earth, kept from what he wanted by a stubborn wo
Chapter Fourteen
Savanah couldn’t sleep She had taken a long, hot bath, hoping it would relax her, slipped into her favorite comfy PJs and a fluffy white robe, then drank a cup of herbal tea laced with honey and a touch of brandy, but sleep wouldn’t co, she went into her father’s bedroo there, with her legs folded beneath her and one hand clasped around her mother’s silver crucifix, she made a mental list of everyone her father had known It was possible that a cohly unlikely Murders were usually committed by a family member or a friend of the victim Since Savanah hadn’t done it, the only family left was her father’s brother, Arthur, who lived in New York City, and his cousin, Frank, as soles of Brazil As for acquaintances, there were too many to name
Who would have wanted her father dead? And why? If only she knehat her father had been working on, it iven her a clue, but she had no idea what story he had been pursuing, no way of knowing if there was any connection between his job and his death
She reread the letter he had left for her Maybe it hadn’t been an acquaintance or anyone connected with the story he had been working on Maybe he had been killed by a Vampire But there hadn’t been any telltale bites on his neck…
Savanah frowned One of the books had mentioned that Vampires didn’t always bite their victims in the neck
Suddenly wide-awake, she ran into her office and turned on the light Being a reporter, she had friends in soue
Vance Rutherford answered on the first ring “Rutherford, County Morgue”
“Hi, Vance, it’sto call you, but, well…”
“Thanks, Vance Listen, I need a favor” Savanah took a deep breath “Do you have my…my father’s records there?”
“Sure Listen, I’m really sorry about what happened…”
“I know Could you see if there’s any mention in the report about bite marks?”
“Bite marks?” She heard the frown in his voice “What kind of bite marks?”