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“But it doesn’t matter.” The bitch’s chin lifted. “You’re dead now.”
So Sunshine had gotten under her skin. “I seem to be breathing just fine.” She didn’t hear any other sounds. That could mean it was just her and Sunshine, or it could mean others waited silently and patiently in the darkness, ready for the perfect moment to attack and kill.
Uh, Jude? He had to be close.
Sunshine had on jeans, strappy sandals, and some kind of light, lacy top. Her smile was broad and flashed lots of teeth.
No fangs, not yet. A vamp’s fangs grew right before they got ready to feed. Just like a vamp’s eye color changed to black when they hunted. Or when they fucked.
One way to find out what she was dealing with here.
Dee lunged forward, the stake gripped tight in her hand. She struck out, grabbing Sunshine and tossing her ass to the ground. Then she went in for the kill.
The woman never even flinched. That same vacant smile was on her lips when Dee brought the stake down over her heart.
“Dead,” the woman whispered again.
No fangs. No black eyes. If the woman was a vamp, she’d be fighting for her life. She would have gone into hunting mode instinctively. Not just lay there like a lamb at a slaughter.
Dee froze. The tip of the stake pressed into the lace of Sunshine’s shirt. “Who the hell are you?”
Laughter. Low. In-freaking-sane.
Dee lifted the weapon. Staking a human was not part of her agenda for the night. She rose, never taking her eyes off the nutjob. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“No, you are.” The woman climbed slowly to her feet. “All alone. Poor little hunter. Will you beg at the end?”
What the?—
“She’s not alone.” Hard, deep.
Not Jude.
Simon Chase.
Sunshine’s lips parted.
“Get out of here,” Dee told her, fighting back the impulse to ram one fist into that thin little nose. “And stop screwing around in shit that you don’t understand.” The woman was obviously some kind of messenger. Most of the hunters at Night Watch had a standing policy of not hurting innocents. Well, Zane wasn’t part of that “most” group. But she didn’t like to hurt humans.
The Other knew the safest way to send their warnings to the hunters was to employ puppets. Humans who thought playing in the dark was fun.
When it was more like suicide.
Yeah, she didn’t normally hurt innocents. But this time, oh, talk about temptation.
“You don’t even have a week,” the woman said and when she tilted her head, Dee caught sight of the bruises on her neck.
Bite marks.
Figured. “Neither do you,” Dee told her, sadly, still not glancing back at Chase. Not yet. “You need to run from them, as fast as you can and never look back.”
A blink. “Why? They can give me everything.”
Or nothing. “You can’t trust vamps.”
Her smile dimmed. “You can’t trust anyone.” Her hand rose to her neck. Covered the wounds. “But when you can live forever, does it matter?”
