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I turned and followed Rhoan and Quinn toward the door. But as I neared it, Vinny added, "I could have been a powerful ally, Riley. It is a shame you have chosen the other path."
I turned to face her. "I have shared wine with old ones and dark gods. A young emo vamp is a long way down the ladder of the things I fear."
She smiled her cold smile. "It is good to know even guardians get things wrong."
"Oh, I get lots of things wrong, but there's one thing you should always remember." I met her cold gaze with one of my own, and saw something flicker through the brown depths. Just what that was, I couldn't say, though it wasn't fear. That scent had not been one she could claim through this whole event, even though it had been in her eyes. Which made me wonder if even that had been nothing more than an act. "I always bring down my enemies, Vinny. And you might want to consider whether you really want to be that."
And with that, I turned and walked out the door.
Chapter 10
That was a threat even Jack would be proud of," Rhoan commented, as we climbed back into his car. "Looks like he's going to make a proper guardian of you yet."
"Bite it, brother." I didn't even want to contemplate actually having to back up my words if Vinny decided to make trouble for us all.
"Where to next?" Quinn asked, as he started up the car and drove off.
"Beechworth, obviously," Rhoan said, then glanced at me. "If you believe what she said was the truth."
"I do. You want to ring Jack, and see if he can get us an address? And ask if he's had any luck with those names in Liander's photograph. I'll give the cow a call, and see if she can patch me through to the guy who used to be the cop there."
"You know," Quinn said conversationally, "for a woman who didn't want to be a guardian, you're sure doing a whole lot of guardian-type organizing."
"You can bite it, too, vampire."
"Oh, I have, and it tastes divine."
A smile tugged at my lips. "How about you concentrate on driving, seeing as we're going so fast?"
"Ah, but I'm old, and with age comes versatility. I can now manage to do two things at once. As I believe I demonstrated earlier this evening." He raised an eyebrow as he glanced at me. "You enjoy it, don't you?"
I smiled. "Sex? Vampire bites? Yes to both."
"You know what I mean."
I sighed. "Yes. There are still lines I won't cross, but I can't not do this job anymore. The thrill of the chase is highly addictive, I'm afraid."
"Oh, yes," Quinn said softly. "It can be very addictive."
The odd note in his lilting tones caught my attention. "You were a cop sometime in the past?"
"I was a cazador."
I raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"
"Cazadors are vampire enforcers. They were policing the vampire world for the old ones long before the Directorate ever came into existence."
"I've heard tales of them," Rhoan said, with the phone to his ear. "From what I understood, not all of them were on the side of the angels."
"Unfortunately, that is true." Quinn shrugged lightly. "It is very difficult not to become addicted to the kill rather than the hunt if you do it for a long time. Especially if you're a vampire. That's why cazadors are now employed for no more than a couple of decades. The risks of addiction are far less that way."
So they still had them? Meaning there were worse psychos out there than what the Directorate dealt with? That was a scary thought. "Even if they are only doing the job for a few decades, wouldn't the craving to kill still become a problem?"
"Vampires learn very early on in their rebirth to control their darker desires. It generally takes a lot of time - and bloodshed - to break that training."
I studied him for a moment, seeing the darkness beneath his serene expression. Seeing the sorrow. Once it would have worried me to know what he was feeling, but not now. Maybe I'd grown up. Maybe I was simply more accepting of the gifts and intuitions that were mine. After all, even if they now kept me in this job, they also helped me survive it. "Who did you kill?"
He didn't meet my gaze. "Someone who didn't deserve to die." He hesitated, then added softly, "Someone I loved."
