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Goodbye, Zane.
* * *
The EMT was a demon. Low level. Zane took one look at the fellow and saw right through the glamour. “We got a vamp here,” he murmured to the EMT as he steered the guy and Catalina toward the ambulance. Catalina wasn’t releasing her hold on the vampire—probably because she knew just how much Zane wanted to rip the bastard apart.
Can’t. Not with all the humans there.
“Get him out of here,” Zane told the EMT. “Before he starts gnawing on the humans or before I have to cut his head off.”
The EMT’s eyes bulged, but he nodded quickly.
Zane glared down at Catalina. “You don’t know what you’re doing with him.”
The vamp was weaving on his feet. He slumped forward and fell into the ambulance. The demon EMT grabbed him and shoved him onto a gurney. Then he strapped the vamp down, nice and tight.
“He didn’t mean to hurt her,” Catalina protested. Finally, she wasn’t touching the vamp. “He was starving. Desperate.”
No fucking excuse. Zane leaned into the ambulance. “Hey, asshole.”
The vamp’s eyelids flickered.
“You and me are gonna be meeting up again.” Once this mess with Perseus was cleaned up. “I’ll find you,” he promised the vamp. “Count on it.” Because the vamp wasn’t getting away with attacking Jana.
The sirens screamed on. Catalina jumped into the ambulance. She bit her lip and stared down at him. “Zane…”
He grabbed the door and slammed it shut. He didn’t trust himself to talk to her. Not with the scent of Jana’s blood still on that vamp.
He spun away and marched back toward Tony. Covering up an Other event with a dozen humans wasn’t easy. He’d been forced to break his normal rule about not slipping into a human’s mind without permission. Because, yes, some of the cops and firefighters had seen things they shouldn’t have. He’d needed to blur their memories.
Behind Tony, a team tagged and bagged Beth’s body. “Where’s the gun?” Tony muttered.
Zane blinked. Hell, he’d forgotten all about that. He’d kissed Jana and— “Jana took it.” Not that he blamed her. Not one bit. After the vamp’s attack, she’d want to protect herself.
“We’re gonna need it.” Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “This shit is gonna hit the fan, and we’ll need?—”
“You won’t need anything, son.” A man walked up to them. He strolled right through the smoke. He had on brown pants, a loose white shirt, and a badge. He inclined his head toward them, and when he flashed a smile, his white teeth looked a little too sharp. “I’m Chief Jeremiah Daniels.” He paused. “And I understand you took down some of the bastards who’ve been targeting us.” The South rolled, nice and heavy, in his drawl.
Us.
The chief’s dark skin was unlined. Daniels could have been fifty or thirty. One thing for sure, he wasn’t human. Behind him, more cops piled out of new vehicles. “My men,” Jeremiah revealed with a nod. “My special unit.” A grim nod. “They’ll know how to handle the agents still alive.” And the human cops began to be pushed back by the new arrivals.
Zane studied the chief. “If you knew about Perseus, why the hell didn’t you take them down?”
That wide smile flashed again. “Because you beat me to the punch, son.”
Right.
“Pak called me. Told me you boys would need some help cleaning up.” He shrugged. “I got this scene.”
Good.
“But I’m going to need the Ignitor,” Daniels said, and Zane stiffened.
“The hell you are. Jana didn’t do this! It was the other one?—”
Daniels watched him with narrowed eyes. “Other one?”
Zane jerked his thumb toward the body bag. “That’s the Ignitor who started the blaze.”
