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He hadn't knocked, simply strode right in without a word of greeting or explanation. And he'd arrived on foot apparently, from where, Savannah could only guess.
Since she'd met Gideon and learned about his kind, she was coming to simply accept some things as simply part of the new reality.
Still, she could hardly curb the impulse to scrabble out of the disturbing male's way when he came farther inside the house.
The place was his, there could be no doubt about that.
He was the one who put the box of ashes in the hidden room below the kitchen.
It was his wrenching sorrow Savannah had glimpsed when she touched the reliquary.
He stared at her now without any emotion whatsoever. His green eyes didn't so much look at her as through her.
He knew. He knew she'd been down in his private cell filled with death.
Savannah could see the awareness of her breach all over his grim face, although he said nothing to her. Did nothing, except grimly go to Gideon's side. He bent his big body and went down in a crouch on his haunches beside Gideon. A low curse hissed out of big male.
"He won't wake up," Savannah murmured. "After I came back from making the call, I found him like this, unconscious."
"He's lost too much blood." The voice was the same deep, threatening growl that she'd heard on the other end of the line. "He needs proper care."
"Can you save him?"
The tawny head swiveled to face her, bleak green eyes raking her. "He needs blood."
Savannah glanced down at Gideon, recalling his sharp reprimand that she not come near him. He'd been furious, desperately so, even though it had been obvious that he wanted to drink from her--needed to. "He didn't want me. He told me to stay away from him."
That unsettling stare stayed locked on her for a long moment before the vampire returned his attention to his fallen comrade. He inspected Gideon's leg wound, snarling as he assessed the damage. "So, you're the girl."
"Excuse me?"
"The Breedmate my man here hasn't been able to stay away from since he saw you on the TV news earlier this week, talking about the sword used to kill his brothers."
Savannah felt a twinge of confusion. An odd niggle of dread. "Gideon saw me on the news? He knew I'd seen the sword?" She shook her head. "No, that's not right. We met at the library where I work. He didn't know anything about me before then."
The other warrior glanced over at her once more, a flat look that made her discomfort deepen even more.
"Gideon was looking at some of the library's artwork. It was just before closing, and..."
Her words drifted off as an unwanted realization began to settle on her.
Right. He just happened to be at the library, not looking for books, but browsing artwork outside her office. Flirting with her. Quoting Plutarch and practically charming her pants off under the Abbey Room murals.
Pretending he knew nothing about the fact that her roommate had been murdered the night before by a goddamn vampire--one of his own kind.
Savannah felt oddly exposed. Like a fool who had arrived two minutes after a punch line.
"Are you saying he sought me out that night?"
The warrior swore, low under his breath, but he didn't answer her question. There was no need. She knew the truth now. Finally, she supposed.
Gideon had seen her interview on the news and pursued her to get information on someone he was determined to find. Someone he believed was his enemy, perhaps connected to the murders of his brothers.
He'd used her.
That's why he knew where she lived, why he was always in the right place at the right time with her.
He was tracking her the way he would any other prey...or pawn.
