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A human reaction.
But he could have sworn she was a shifter.
No, no, dammit, heknewshe was a shifter. The beast inside recognized her.
But shifters loved blood.
“I can’t stand the smell,” she whispered and stormed back into the parlor. “I hate it.”
Pretty unusual shifter reaction.
He followed her, closing the doors with a quiet squeak. He needed to get a blood analyst in there, right away. Because he was getting a really dark, sick suspicion.
Human blood.
Who’d bled out so nicely less than twelve hours before?
Burrows.
Antonio had taken Jude back to the crime scene at the station, after Erin had hightailed it to the DA’s office. He’d seen Burrows. Seen the pooled blood on the floor. But maybe, just maybe, some of that dark blood had left the holding area.
Judging by the way the letters had dripped on the wall, the killer would have needed to come straight to Erin’s house after the murder. The blood must have been used when it was nice and fresh.
The Slasher’s blood?
Possible. Not likely, of course. Could be from some other poor bastard. Then they’d have two sick shifters on the loose.
But he couldn’t discount the connection. This whole mess was too screwed up. And it set his teeth on edge.
The stalker bastard had frightened Erin, hadbeenfrightening her. Not an acceptable situation. The guy had broken into her house. He could have so easily gotten to her—hurther.
Jude’s teeth began to burn and lengthen. The claws were already out, so now it was time for the fangs. And time to rip a shifter bastard apart.
ChapterFour
At least thepolice had come quietly. No screaming sirens. No flashing lights. Just two silent black vans. One patrol car. And Antonio, in a red sports car.
Flashy.
Figured.
Erin paced the length of her porch as she watched the crime scene team file into her house. The night was hot, humid as all hell, but chill bumps covered her arms.
Missed you.
Dammit. She’d flushed her old life down the toilet for some freedom, but he’d found her. Now he was back to playing his sickass games with her.
“What the hell were you thinking?” A hard bark of fury.
She raised a brow and turned to find Antonio glaring at her, the lights of the porch shining behind him. His hands were crossed over his chest, and his eyes were narrowed. He shook his head. “You called in a civilian before you called the cops?—”
“He’s the same civilianyoucalled earlier, too,” she reminded him. There hadn’t been a lot of options for her. With the creep on her tail, there never were. Back when she’d lived in Lillian, there sure as hell hadn’t been a choice. As far as she’d known, the police hadn’t known about theOther.
So they certainly wouldn’t have been able to handle a supernatural who’d slipped over the line and gone straight psychotic.
“This is different! This is?—”
“My life,” she fired back at him. “Iknowthis isn’t protocol, okay, but this isn’t your average situation.” Her voice lowered to a hard whisper, “Not average at all.”
