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“No, although I think Dad knew, or at least suspected”

Rane grunted softly “We never could put anything over on the old hed softly “I ing his eyes, Rane e that he had stayed away fro “They’re all okay? Morandparents?”

Rafe nodded

“And Kathy? You’re still happy with her?”

“Yes So,” Rafe said, his voice gruff, “what are you going to do about your woh the open , he could see Savanah sitting at the desk in the living rooht shimmered in her hair “I don’t know I’m afraid…”

“She loves you, brother Any fool can see that”

“Yeah, but is love enough? She wants to be a Vampire hunter, like herthat if she pursues that line of work, it’s going to drive us apart, sooner or later I’ve never had any feelings of loyalty to others of our kind Hell, I’ve killed a few of them myself, but…” He shook his head “I don’t know, Rafe I just don’t know”

“There’s only one way to find out,” Rafe said, shrugging “You love her She loves you Can you picture living the rest of your life without her?”

“No”

“I think that’s your answer”

Rane clapped his brother on the shoulder “I think you’re right If she says yes, I’ll want you to be my best“Now, go see your woraph album and dropped it back into the bottom desk drawer Hardly anyone printed pictures these days, preferring to look at them on their computers or satellite screens One of these days, she intended to electronically convert the photos in her grandmother’s album so she could view the about being able to hold the albuertips over pictures taken of heraway froained her feet, then stood there, at a loss for soet those books froh she had no idea how she would accomplish that now Still, she couldn’t very well hunt Vaht be found

She glanced out theThere were still a few hours of daylight left Maybe she’d go out in the back and do a little weeding She hadn’t gone out there since the night Rane had fought Clive

After pulling on a pair of old jeans and a short-sleeved sweatshirt, she shoved a stake in her waistband, slid a bottle of holy water into her pocket and then, grabbing her iPod, shethe far side of the yard where torn-up grass and dark brown stains bore mute evidence of a deadly battle

With the latest hits playing in the background, she lost herself in the si weeds The air arm; perspiration trickled down her back as sheenor her hands dirty

After an hour, she stood and wiped her hands on her jeans, intending to go inside and make some lemonade