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Julian opened his mouth, then shut it again as he remembered Alex telling him her theory of the rogue.
A psychotic murderer in both forms.
How could Julian have been so blind?
“I have to find him.”
“He has no reason to hurt her.” Neil picked up another folder. “She’s just some girl.” He opened the cover. “Or not. What the hell, Julian?”
He slid the folder across the desk, and the contents spilled out. Photos of Alex. News clippings. Printouts of Internet searches. It all looked very familiar.
Because it was his.
Somehow Cade had gotten hold of the file Julian had made about Alexandra Trevalyn.
Werewolf hunter.
Chapter 26
“I loved her.”
Alex pulled her gaze from that of Alana Barlow—on a merry-go-round, riding a horse, in the sandbox—all ages, all sizes, all Alana, all the time. There was even a collection of snow globes on the only table in the room, each one surrounding a different reflection of the beautiful, dead blonde.
Cade had pulled on a pair of sweatpants he no doubt kept in the house for the times he came here and…what? Beat off in the middle of her shrine?
“This is sick,” Alex murmured.
A terry-cloth robe hit her in the face. “You’re sick. You disgusting, filthy Jäger-Sucher.”
Since the room was cold and her goose bumps had goose bumps, Alex put on the robe. “I guess all the cats are out of their respective bags,” she said.
Cade knew who she was—or close enough—and she had a pretty good idea who he was.
“Bet you were pissed when Julian took that bullet instead of me.”
“Pissed isn’t the word.” With the speed she still hadn’t quite gotten used to, he reached over and backhanded her so hard she not only flew off her feet but smashed into the wall.
Several of Alana’s pictures tore free and skated through the air to join her on the floor.
“Bitch,” he muttered. “See what you’ve done?”
A blow like that would have killed Alex if she’d been human. As it was, he’d merely knocked out a few of her teeth. She spat them on the floor and wondered if she’d live long enough to grow them back.
Alex gathered the photos and stood. “Where’d you get these?”
She was half afraid he’d say the place was Julian’s; then she’d really be creeped out.
Instead he snatched the pictures from her hands. “Don’t touch her,” he said. “Never touch her.”
Alex had to bite down on her lip to keep from saying that Alana was ashes, and they were a little hard to touch. She figured a comment like that would be the quickest way to lose another couple of teeth.
“I thought werewolves didn’t show up on film?” she said instead.
Another great reason to become one. No more pictures. Alex had never been a fan. Smile for the camera. Look pretty. Be on.
Alana didn’t appear to have any problem. From the number of photos, and the visible joy on her face in every one, she’d adored the camera as much as it had adored her.
“I asked for old photos from her Gramma, then made copies. Told her I was going to give them to Julian as a gift. Once he was ready.” Cade tacked the fallen pictures in the exact places they’d fallen out of. “I never thought he would be.”
