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Yep Sauard your brother at work No one will get near hiate? "Could I borrow your phone, please?"

"Of course"

Krysta dialed Sean’s cell

"Krys?" he answered almost immediately

"Yeah You okay?"

"Yeah" He lowered his voice "What the hell is going on? A bunch of Secret Service–looking guys showed up, pulled me aside, and said they’re friends of Etienne and are here to protect me"

"They are" She sure as hell hoped they were, anyway

"Well, they’re freaking out ram and that therehappen? Or is this about last night?"

"So and--"

"Oh, shit Not together, right?"

"What?"

"You didn’t sleep with hi her own voice "Yes," she whispered, "but all we did was sleep in the literal sense"

"Are you crazy?"

"I said we didn’t do anything!"

"You let your guard doith a vampire in the house!"

"He isn’t a vauys with guns showed up"

Sean swore again

"I didn’t see the that they were like the soldiers or whatever last night"

"Are you okay?" he asked again

"Yes But the house is all shot to hell"

"What?"

"And Etienne punched a big-ass hole in the floor"

"Great There goes our security deposit"

Jenna laughed

Krysta turned back around

"I’etting used to the acute hearing thing and haven’t learned how to tune things out yet"

"Who was that?" Sean asked

"Richart’s wife"

"Vaet it Listen, the bottom line is if the soldiers could trace us to our house, they could trace you to your job So I guess Etienne sent his friends over there to keep you safe"

"Where are you?"

"At Richart’s house"

"And you’re sure you’re okay? You haven’t been fed on or brainwashed or anything?"

"I’m fine, Sean Just a little shaken up"

Soo But keep me posted Okay?"

"Okay"

"Can you believe this shit is happening, Krys?"

"No"