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  “Get in the car. Wait,” Laurent added.

  He grabbed Eden and kissed her before she knew what was happening. His mouth was hard on hers, and his tongue demanding. She felt like a match being struck. All she could do was tilt her head back against his arm and ride the sudden blaze.

  It was over in a moment.

  He stepped back and said “Shall I drive?” as cool and calm as you please.

  Eden had to lean against the car, too full of heat and confusion to think for a few moments. She finally managed to lift her head and angrily demand, “What was that about?”

  He was totally insouciant, totally unashamed. “That’s one of the old rules, isn’t it? The hero gets to kiss the girl he just saved.”

  Eden made a dramatic gesture of wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “You didn’t save me.”

  “I saved your car.”

  “Then kiss the car.”

  She slid past him and had the car started and in gear by the time he got into the passenger’s seat. “Fasten your seat belt.” She hated that desire seethed in her as much as anger, and her voice sounded rough with emotion. “Where to?”

  “Somewhere dark.”

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  Master of Darkness

  SUSAN SIZEMORE

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  Dedication

  For Christina Ham, who is very dear to me

  Master of Darkness

  Chapter One

  The treasure was safe—Laurent wished he could say the same for himself. He was walking down a dark, deserted street, the time was approaching midnight, and frankly, he was lost.

  Heading for San Diego had seemed like a good idea when he’d hightailed it out of Colorado with the stolen laptop. But this was not the San Diego he remembered from several decades before. When had he last hung out here? Sometime in the 1940s, maybe? The thirties? The place had certainly grown since then. They’d even built an aerospace museum on the site of the Ford Motor Building he used to frequent during the daytime. It just hadn’t occurred to him that what had been a nice, quiet old city would change and grow with the times.

  That was one of the problems with being long-lived: sometimes change came up and slapped you on the head when you thought you had a handle on it.

  But his sense of displacement wasn’t his major problem at the moment; staying alive was.

  Justinian, the pack leader of Tribe Manticore, had already put a bounty on his head—and to think that a week ago, Laurent had been certain the old boy didn’t even know how to use a telephone.

  Of course, there was that telepathy thing….

  It wasn’t that he had forgotten about their mental powers. It was just that he’d lived in Los Angeles for a long time, where the safest way for a renegade Tribe Prime to survive in the Clan-dominated territory was to stay under the psychic radar.

  I should have stayed renegade. It wasn’t a bad life. But no, I had to try to make peace with Justinian, with my past. Okay, I was mostly in it for the money, but—

  Laurent stopped. He didn’t see anyone, but the street no longer felt deserted. Instinct told him that he wasn’t alone.

  Not again.

  Back in the day, San Diego hadn’t exactly been a thriving hotbed of vampirism. But ever since he’d blown into town three nights ago, the locals had been all over him. They’d all been Tribe boys, which was why he figured Justinian was involved. If there were noble, snooty Clan types in the area, they were holed up in expensive suburbs like La Jolla just like in the old days, leaving the seedier sides of the city for his kind.

  There were at least two stalking him. He couldn’t hear their breathing, but when he closed his eyes and concentrated, he picked up the very faint sound of slow heartbeats. Their psychic signatures were masked, but he did pick up a trace of human energy that was not the usual background noise. Was he being tracked by humans, too?

  That didn’t make any sense, so he’d worry about it later. Right now he had a couple of Tribe Primes to deal with.

  “Okay, nobody asked me to do this, but a little documentation might help the cause. I’m going to consider this a blog and rattle off impressions along with facts as I go along.”

  Eden Faveau paused to take a deep breath before she spoke into the tiny voice-activated tape recorder again. She wanted to yell, but she ha
d enough self-possession to whisper.

  “I do not want to be here, or doing this, thank you very much, Dad, and all the other members of the only official vampire-hunting family left in the world.” She took another deep breath. “Okay, that’s off my chest. Actually, I could be in Hawaii right now, instead of up on a roof waiting for some vampire to show up at the appointed place and time as the oh-so-cryptic message from this Clan woman—local matri, I suppose—so portentously stated. I had my first two-week vacation planned—ever. And what happens? I get called upon to ‘take up the mantle of responsibility for the family avocation’ and fight evil because Dad and the boys have to be at some security conference in D.C.”

  Fight evil. Trip to Hawaii. Eden supposed that fighting evil had to be the first choice, but she had this desire to see flowing lava again. Visiting one of the Hawaiian volcanoes seemed like the safest way to do it.

  “But we vampire hunters don’t do things the safe way, now do we?” she spoke sarcastically to the recorder.

  “The term evil has a certain political incorrectness attached to it since we now have open communications channels and temporary alliances with some factions of the supernatural community.”

  Community, ha! She made a face at her own cautious language. She thoroughly disliked assigning such things as culture and cohesion to the obvious bad guys, but that was the way vampires and other monsters were defined these days. Mainly because they didn’t often cause trouble in the modern world. Heck, she had to admit that serial killers took out far more people than vampire attacks in any given year. But that didn’t mean that death by preternatural blood-draining monsters wasn’t still a possibility that needed to be guarded against.

  “The Clan Primes have agreed to a mutual investigation of Tribe activities with the hunters. This preliminary investigation is to be carried out by me and a Prime of the Wolf Clan.”

  Eden looked at her watch, then down at the entrance to the alley three floors below. Not a shadow was moving down there. She didn’t see anything when she checked with her night-vision lenses, either.

  He was late.

  She hoped this Clan guy wasn’t planning on making some sort of dramatic entrance; she was so not in the mood.

  She moved to the front of the roof and saw nothing but light traffic on the street; no pedestrians. She sighed and checked the other side again.

  Finally there was someone down there. She couldn’t make out details from this distance, even with the night-vision glasses, but her specialized equipment registered that he was a vampire. He was walking slowly, carefully checking his surroundings, and she approved of his caution. It told her that even the legendarily arrogant, superpowered Primes weren’t completely stupid when it came to undercover work.

  Her moment of admiration evaporated when she saw that the vampire wasn’t alone. The pair that followed him were also vampires.

  Damn it, the deal was for a human and a vampire to work together. Had she fallen for a trap? Then the lone vampire stopped and turned, and the others rushed toward him. They had to be Tribe Primes pulling an ambush; they’d somehow found out about the meeting.

  She saw their movements as streaks of light through the goggles. The action was too swift for human eyes to follow, but there was definitely a fight going on—and the odds were not in favor of her Clan contact.

  “Oh no, you don’t!” Eden proclaimed. “That’s my vampire!”

  She snatched up her crossbow and ran for the fire escape.

  * * *

  “Ow!”

  One of the bastards was carrying a Taser. Laurent backed up and kicked the shock weapon out of the guy’s hand. As he did, the other one came up behind him and got an arm around Laurent’s throat.

  He’d let them chase him into an alley, which was bloody stupid of him. The whole time they were physically on him, they were also psychically attacking him, sending images at him, trying to confuse him. It wasn’t working, but it was annoying. Though maybe it was working a little, as he was imagining a shadow racing down a nearby fire escape.

  Laurent buried his fangs deep into the arm at his throat. This managed to loosen the grip so that he could slip through and drop to the ground. From there he was able to shoulder-roll away from the pair.

  Before he could spring back to his feet, someone behind him yelled “Down!”

  The projectile that flashed past barely missed him. Laurent heard the thud of impact and looked up just as one of his attackers fell to the ground, an arrow sticking out of his chest. Shot in the heart, Laurent realized.

  If there was one thing instantly fatal to a vampire—or anyone, come to think of it—it was having the heart pierced by a sharp wooden object.

  The other attacker took one look at his dead friend and ran. Laurent was tempted to do the same. But he remembered that he’d been warned, so he rose to his feet and carefully turned to face his rescuer.

  “Thanks,” he said to the tall mortal woman standing beneath the streetlight.

  “You’re late,” she answered.

  He never argued with a woman holding a crossbow. “Sorry.”

  The other attacker didn’t argue, either. He pelted off when the woman stepped forward.

  As she walked toward him, Laurent noticed that the mortal was attractive in a sharp-featured way. He liked her long legs, but not her very short hair. Not that this was a good time to take inventory of her womanly charms. She was the one holding the weapon, and he didn’t know why she’d helped him. She certainly didn’t give off any friendly vibes.

  “You do know you killed somebody?” he questioned as she came to stand over the body.

  She gave him a scathing look. “Like you’ve never killed anyone, Wolf.”

  He hadn’t, and he wasn’t named Wolf. He almost informed her of her mistake, but then he recalled that Clan Wolf were the dominant vampires in the area. So—she thought he was a Clan boy, did she? He didn’t suppose this was any time to be offended by the mistake.

  “Oh, right, vampires don’t like to kill other vampires.” She gave him a mocking smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

  Did she have any idea how dangerous it was to speak to a Tribe Prime like that? Especially for a woman? He looked her up and down with cold, assessing arrogance.

  While she ignored him and spoke into a cell phone. “Bring a body bag. I’ve got a pickup.”

  Laurent looked on with a sudden admiration for the human hunter’s efficiency. This woman had an infrastructure. She had backup. She thought he was here to help her.

  She had no idea how much trouble she was in.

  When she got off the phone, he smiled at her with all the charisma Primes were born with, which he’d honed to survive.

  “Can I buy you a cup of coffee, Ms.—”

  Chapter Two

  “Faveau,” she answered, and felt herself growing warm from the intensity of his gaze. It was a vampire thing, she remembered; nothing personal. And she’d been trained to fight off the creature’s hypnotic stare.

  But he was the most gorgeous male she’d ever seen. His voice was so deep and delicious that one word shook her down to her toes. She forced herself to look away, took a few deep breaths, and irritation returned as she looked back at him.

  “Eden Faveau,” she reminded him. “I was told you’d be briefed on this assignment.”

  He shrugged. It was an elegant, altogether disarming gesture. “Sorry.” After a moment’s hesitation, he added, “There wasn’t time.”

  He was magnificent, with those big eyes and sharp cheekbones and long platinum blond hair pulled back in a thick braid. She was going to have to stay annoyed at him as a shield against his preternatural beauty and psychic gifts.

  “Here’s your briefing,” she snapped. “You, Sid Wolf. Me, Eden Faveau. We work together—”

  “Why?”

  “I’m getting to that.”

  “Couldn’t we do this over coffee? I really don’t like conversations over rotting corpses. It’s so—”
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  “Vampiric?”

  “Stereotypically so.” Suddenly he was standing at her side, with a hand on her elbow. He urged her forward. “Let’s get to know each other somewhere more civilized.”

  She wasn’t interested in knowing him—but this place would look like a crime scene to any hapless human that showed up before the cleanup squad. It was best that she and Wolf not remain with the body.

  “Most of my equipment’s up on the roof.” She made an effort to move away.

  Wolf released her. “Wait here.”

  Before she could move, he was gone. She caught a blur as he raced up the fire escape. Within moments he was back down, carrying her gear.

  “It looks like having a vampire around might come in handy.”

  “You have no idea.”

  She hadn’t meant to speak out loud. She put the slip of the tongue down to having spent time talking into a tape recorder recently. It was possible that the vampire had plucked the words directly from her mind, even though she’d been told that Clan vampires were careful about mental intrusions.

  “You’re standing there looking like I’m going to eat you,” he said. “Which I never do on a first date.” He gestured again. “Shall we go?”

  “This is not a date.”

  He sighed. “Listen, I know you vampire hunters have your sense of humor surgically removed, but mine is intact, and I like to use it in conversations. Bear with me, okay?”

  She did so have a sense of humor! But she’d just killed a sentient being, and was having a little trouble dealing with it. If she kept up the hard-ass routine and kept telling herself that was a monster lying on the ground, she could get through the night, and maybe do it again if she had to. And with this gorgeous creature in front of her threatening to cloud her reason with his beauty, and making wisecracks besides—what she needed to do was turn off her emotions altogether, and get on with the job.

  “Coffee,” she said. “Fine.”

  Laurent looked at the frothy mocha drink cradled in Eden Faveau’s hands with the same distaste she would have given to him sipping on a pint of warm blood. He liked her hands even if he didn’t approve of her taste. They looked strong and capable, unadorned by any jewelry. She wore plain black clothing, appropriate for commando ops on evil vampires. He studied her in the bright light of the small coffee shop and found her—austere. She had the sort of strong, noble features better suited to a statue of Athena than to the modern world. Hers was not a soft beauty.