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“Your father did” Taking Savanah by the hand, Rane led her to a chair and urged her to sit down “Go on What else did she say?”

“She said he’d kill me if I didn’t tell him what he wanted to know I pushed her away, I don’t kno I had a stake in the waistband of ain, I…”

Savanah sed the bitter taste of bile in her throat If she lived to be a hundred, she would never forget how easily the stake had penetrated the Vah butter, nor would she soon forget the horrified look in the Vampire’s eyes when she realized what had happened

“It’s all right,” Rane said gently “I think I get the picture” He squeezed her hand “Savanah, get hold of yourself Try to re?”

“Cliff? Clayton? No, Clive” She nodded “Yes, that was it Clive”

Rane swore softly Clive The undisputed leader of the North American Werewolves was as powerful in his oay as Mara was in hers Rane frowned It had been Clive and Mara who had ended the old war What was the Werewolf’s interest in Savanah? Rane had neverif it was Clive’s footprint he had seen outside the Gentry home, and if so, why the Werewolf had tealanced at the body on the kitchen floor She had been a pretty woh, but he didn’t think so

“Savanah?”

“I’ht”

He regarded her through narrowed eyes Her heartbeat was slower, ular, the color had returned to her cheeks “Do you want me to dispose of the body?”

“No I should do it I killed her”

He saw the indecision in her eyes, her need to be strong warring with her revulsion at what she had already done, at what still needed to be done

“I thought she’d disappear or turn to dust”

“Only the very old do that” He placed his hand on her shoulder “Will it make it easier if I tell you she’s the Vampire who killed your father?”

“What? Are you sure?” Savanah looked at the dead wo to a sense of victory

“Yes” He glanced at the body, then back at Savanah “It’s aa head”

“Have you done it before?”

“No”

“I should do it,” she said again “I need to…”

“Da toward the door “He’s here”

He had no sooner spoken the words than the back door sla