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records.
You ll never escape Danamara. I ll make sure of that. I ll kill you myself.
Is that why you left your knife in my apartment? she demanded bitterly. What did you
do with my angel panels?
Wouldn t you like to know? Demons shouldn t mess with angels, Danamara. You re one
of them now, one of the bloodsucking demons. I couldn t let you keep the angels. That would be
sacrilege.
Why do you hate me, Donal? Silently, she disconnected and lay down next to Julian.
He wants to kill me.
He will fail. I will keep you safe, beloved. Always.
Well, I would rather be with you anyway, she muttered tearfully as he held her in his
arms. After she called work and left a message on the machine, they snuggled together. In
moments, they both slept.
Chapter Six
Pierre and Charlie stood near a small wooded clearing, watching the cops going about
their business as two detectives talked to the medical examiner. Between the detectives and the
M.E. the body of a young woman sprawled naked, robbed of her dignity in the insult of sudden
death. Abruptly, the M.E. summoned an assistant and they draped the dead woman with a sheet.
There s no doubt? Pierre asked.
No doubt. This was Rick. There s a dead vampire about thirty feet into the woods.
Charlie looked around before softly speaking. It s a vampire named Mocker. According to my
sources he s connected pretty high up. This isn t good, Pierre.
Summon a clean-up crew. Warn them about the cops working this scene. No need to
add more confusion to their investigation.
Nope. We wouldn t want to confuse the cops, Charlie agreed sarcastically. While I deal
with this, there s another rumor you might be interested in.
Yeah? And what is that?
Rick s going directly after Julian and Danamara. And fire was mentioned in the same
sentence.
Come on. Pierre immediately rushed toward his car with Charlie at his heels. The
moment Charlie made arrangements for the dead vampire s disposal, Pierre starting rapping out
orders. Start a team evacuating the residents in Julian s building. If Rick decides to burn it down,
the lives of a few dozen humans won t dissuade him. As crazy as he is, it might even encourage
him. And find someplace to send the residents.
As Charlie started carrying out his instructions, Pierre punched the first button on his list
of contacts, praying they were a step ahead of Rick. Praying there was still time to warn Julian.
Any other option didn t bear thinking about.
The tinny strains of Flight of the Bumble Bees roused Julian from his nap. He groped on
the nightstand for his cell phone, peered at the caller ID and pressed talk with a restrained yawn.
Hello, Pierre.
Julian. Is Danamara there? Pierre asked.
Of course. What s wrong?
Did she take her brother s knife?
No. One of your team took charge of it.
Pierre cursed then cursed again. Rick has gone mad. He s attacking every vampire he can
find. According to an eyewitness, he s using a knife that bears a striking resemblance to Donal s
fancy knife. And Rick s taken it in his head that Danamara can be his alpheli if he kills you.
Julian sat up, clutching his head. He is mad if he thinks he can take my alpheli. In any
case, I set the condo on lockdown when we went to bed this morning.
Lockdown will not save you from a fire. That s the word on the street.
No, it won t, Julian admitted softly. We will retreat to the bunker immediately.
Please do so, old friend, while my enforcers track down the rogue. We re already
evacuating the building. My apologies to both of you. A soft click signaled the end of the call.
Julian got out of bed, jerked on pajama pants and his robe, then shook Danamara awake.
Time to get up.
Wa-aa? She pushed her hair back from her face, peering at him in the dim glow of the
night lamp. What s wrong?
Julian located the robe he d loaned her and held it up. We must re-locate. Your sire is on
the warpath. Pierre fears that he will use fire to destroy us.
Danamara leaped from the bed and snatched the robe from his hands. What the heck did
I ever do to him except survive? She ran into her room, grabbed her over-stuffed bag then
raced into the laundry room and started loading her clothes into the laundry baskets sitting next
to the dryer. I m beginning to feel like a refugee. Every time I move I end up with less than I
arrived with.
Yet, you are more fortunate than others. Once your sire is captured and dealt with, Pierre
will replace your belongings& as long as you survive. Julian stacked the baskets and carried them
to a door Danamara had assumed was a closet. Open the door.
When she opened the door, a small elevator was revealed. Julian set the baskets inside. In
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