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  “Just warms my heart,” Chase said, not so warmly.

  “What does this guy look like?”

  “He’s forty-something. Over six feet. Hasn’t let himself go to pot. Has brown hair and, like I said, has that pattern that’s just a little different.” He exhaled. “That’s all I know, so can I go now?”

  “Uh, no,” Chase said.

  Sam frowned. “But I didn’t do anything. I mean, yeah, I snuck into the school, but Higby or Stone or whatever you want to call him set it up. All I had to do was fly over the fence when he told me to.”

  “And how did you mess with our electricity?” Burnett asked.

  “He had one of his other grunt workers do something with the power lines outside your school. I … didn’t hurt anyone.”

  “What info did you report back to him?” Chase asked.

  “None,” the kid said.

  Chase and Burnett looked at him in disbelief.

  “I didn’t. I swear. You can check my phone. I was going to, but I got sidetracked by that chick. Then I saw my long-lost cousin.”

  “What chick?” Burnett asked. “Did someone else come in with you?”

  “No, the one that was there. Dark hair, vampire. Nice ass.”

  Chase let out a growl.

  The kid gave them a telephone number and the address of the bar.

  “So what now?” Sam asked. “Can I leave?”

  “Not yet,” Burnett said. “I’m sending in a sketch artist. Then I think we’ll keep you here for a few days.”

  “But I told you all I know,” Sam said.

  “Yes,” Burnett said, “but we may need you to help us snag him.”

  “I didn’t agree to that.”

  “You didn’t seem to like the idea of prison, either,” Burnett said.

  Sam frowned. “I might as well be in prison. Why don’t you let me go back to that school? Has nicer scenery.” He smiled. “Especially that girl with the hot ass. Was her name Delia, or something like that?”

  “You’re staying here,” Chase ordered.

  Burnett walked up to Sam and held out his hand.

  “What?” the kid said.

  “Your phone,” Burnett said.

  “Will I get it back?” Sam asked.

  Burnett didn’t answer, and he and Chase walked out. The older vamp stopped and typed on his phone as if sending a text.

  He looked at Chase. “You ever heard of that gang, the Bastards?”

  “Never,” Chase said. “You?”

  “No, which is strange, because we know the ones out there. But I’ll put out some feelers and see if we’ve got a new one in town.”

  Another agent met them in the hall. Burnett handed him the phone. “Text me as soon as you have something.”

  “Maybe it was just Stone’s way of impressing the kid,” Chase said, seeing the agent with the phone hurry away.

  “I hope so.”

  “Like I said before, I could leave the school and lessen the chance of—”

  “Not yet.” Burnett’s cell phone dinged with a text. After checking it, he looked up at Chase. “You ready?”

  “Yeah.” Chase followed Burnett down the hall. “You want me to go check out that bar?”

  “No,” Burnett said. “He knows what you look like. I’ve already got two agents on the way there. We’re going to the morgue.”

  Chase’s steps faltered and just like that a fine sheen of sweat popped out around his neck. Well, shit! Not fifteen minutes after signing his contract, he wondered if it was too soon to resign.

  * * *

  “Are we going to the bar?” Della asked when Burnett walked back into the room. As far as Della was concerned, it was the best lead they had on Stone.

  “No, I’ve got Trish and Shawn going there,” Burnett said.

  “But—”

  “No,” Burnett said. “And before you ask, I’ve got two agents checking out the telephone number. Meanwhile, they’ve finished the autopsy of the three weres. Perry’s staying here; I thought we could all head over there.”

  “Why don’t I go see if I can find any info on the Bastards gang?” Chase offered.

  “I’ve got that covered too,” Burnett said. “And you’re on light duty. When we’re done at the morgue, you can go with Della to see Natasha.”

  Della noted Chase’s frown. “He doesn’t have to come with me,” Della said.

  “It’s a full moon,” Burnett said. “No one goes out alone.”

  * * *

  A short ride later, Della walked into the morgue with Chase and Burnett. They walked past the front desk and down a white hall that looked and smelled almost too sterile. He pushed open a heavy door and entered another room. A colder room.

  A woman in a white coat stood in the room tapping on a computer. She looked back, and Della saw her witch pattern. Burnett did quick introductions that brought nods.

  “Tell me you’ve got something for me,” Burnett said.

  “I’ve got something.” She smiled. “A few hairs. I’ve already sent them off. Definitely were-related, and I got a few bite marks that we might be able to use. I just uploaded them.” She motioned Burnett closer.

  Della didn’t follow. Instead, she stayed where she was and visually took in the room. Behind the woman were three tables, presumably holding the three young weres. The bodies were draped and covered with white sheets.

  The shapes of the bodies reminded her of seeing her cousin’s body in that tarp before they lowered it into the grave. Or was it the smell, she wondered, that took her back? Had Chan’s body and tarp still carried this astringent smell of the morgue?

  She inhaled, trying to push the cold, the smell, and the pain away. Then as always, her chest stirred with guilt for moving past the biggest portion of the grief.

  She heard Chase shift, standing to her right. When she took in his face, she almost gasped. His complexion matched the sheets.

  While it felt good knowing she wasn’t the only one feeling vulnerable, she was surprised. Chase had worked with the council for almost two years; surely he’d seen death before.

  “Chase and I are going to wait outside,” Della spoke up and caught Chase’s arm before she gave Burnett a chance to answer. Chase resisted only for a second, then walked out with her.

  “New on the job, huh?” she heard the woman say before the door swished closed.

  Della stopped in the hall. Chase pulled away and didn’t even look at her. He leaned against the white wall and closed his eyes.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  “Fine,” he said, his tone as cold as the air that had been in the room.

  “You sure?” she asked when he didn’t open his eyes.

  “I said I was fine,” he snapped.

  “But you look—”

  “Friggin’ hell, would you drop it!” He pushed off the wall and started out.

  She stood there for a few seconds, trying to decide if she was more angry at his reaction or more worried. Worry won and she took off after him.

  She found him leaning against Burnett’s car.

  The night had chased away every sliver of color from the sky, but the full moon shone down brightly, giving the parking lot an almost silver glow.

  He saw her, and his mutterings of some four-letter words reached her ears, making it clear she wasn’t welcome. She didn’t give a rat’s ass, and she kept on walking toward him.

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  She was ready to give him some shit, until she got close enough and saw his expression. Pain, grief, guilt. Emotions she’d just pushed away herself.

  So she resisted making her snide remarks. Her footsteps sounded too loud. She leaned against the car beside him. Her arm almost touched his. The dark cold surrounded them, and the lukewarm temperature of his body reached her.

  For several seconds neither of them spoke. But oddly enough, she could feel his pain.

  “It reminded me of Chan,” she said, thinking that if she reached out, he might reach back.
br />   He nodded, and she felt him shift his weight. “I was an ass,” he said, his voice still holding the remnants of anger.

  “Yup.” She waited for him to explain.

  He didn’t. He didn’t have to, she told herself. She wasn’t a big fan of spilling her guts either.

  But she wanted him to. And just how much she wanted him to, scared her. Scared her because it reminded her of how imbalanced, how undefined this thing between them was. She cared, but didn’t want to. She trusted, but not completely.

  He shifted again and she glanced at him, only to find him looking at her. But damn, it hurt to see it, the pain lingering in his eyes.

  What was hurting him?

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Yeah, but you know when you’re an ass to someone, it helps if you explain it.”

  Inhaling, he looked ready to spill when the sound of a door swishing open echoed into the night. Footsteps rang out.

  “You two ready?” Burnett asked.

  “Yeah,” Della answered.

  She got in the front and let Chase take the backseat.

  “What all did you get?” Della asked, hoping to hide the awkward silence.

  “Bite marks, a few hairs, and a confirmation that it was weres. Nothing that will hand the killers over on a silver platter, but it’s a start. I forgot to ask, did you two discover anything when you compared notes on the vision?”

  She saw Burnett glance up at the rearview mirror, as if checking on Chase. Did Burnett understand this more than her?

  “Nothing new,” Della said and resisted turning to check on Chase herself.

  * * *

  Burnett drove back to the FRU office. As they got out, Burnett said, “Be safe and don’t stay out late,” looking at Chase. “You are still recovering.”

  Chase nodded. As they moved around back before going into flight, she thought he might explain what had gone down at the morgue. He didn’t.

  She didn’t say anything, but his silence hurt.

  Five minutes later, Chase dropped down about a block short of his cabin, in a thick patch of trees. She landed with him, unsure why he’d chosen to walk the rest of the way.

  The moment he landed, he started moving.

  She set her pace even with his.

  Their footsteps filtered through the night, accompanied by the scratchy sound of an occasional critter scurrying away. The cold air surrounded them, and the moon spilled down from dark sky, whispering through the trees like liquid lace.

  Chase stopped walking. He took in a deep breath.

  She stopped beside him, silently waiting.

  “I don’t like morgues,” he said.

  She looked up at him. She could see his eyes, and the pain still lingered in his pools of green. “I don’t think anyone does.”

  He exhaled again. “I couldn’t go to their funeral. I was supposed to have been dead too.” He started walking.

  And that’s all it took for Della to understand. Hurt filled her chest. The image of young Chase saying goodbye to his family in a cold white room that smelled of astringent filled her mind and she had to swallow to keep the hurt from filling her eyes with tears.

  “Eddie asked me if I wanted to see them for the last time. I said yes. The thought of never, ever seeing them again was … too much.”

  Della didn’t even realize she was doing it, but she reached for his hand and took it in hers.

  “Seeing their bodies was…” He inhaled again. “Mom was … missing an arm. Dad’s body wasn’t even all there. I couldn’t even look at my sister. I remember wishing that Eddie hadn’t saved me. That the fourth body that carried my name on his toe tag had really been me. I didn’t want to live without them.”

  Della tightened her hold on his hand. “He should never have let you see that.” Fury at her uncle filled her heart. Just what she needed, another reason to dislike him.

  “No, I had to. I had to say goodbye. It wasn’t Eddie’s fault. He tried to prepare me.”

  “You can’t prepare for that,” Della said.

  “I just … I haven’t been to another morgue since then.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said, and after several silent seconds passed she sensed he wasn’t going to say anything else. But she didn’t let go of his hand until they got to the cabin, and even then she hadn’t stopped hurting for him.

  * * *

  Natasha met them outside on the porch. The porch light cast a halo around her. Dressed in a sleeveless yellow sundress, she looked clothed for the wrong season. She wore a smile, and her eyes, portraying her Chinese heritage much more than Della’s, sparkled with happiness. No doubt the thought of going back home filled her cousin with joy.

  Della hoped her cousin’s adoptive mom would welcome her daughter home with open arms and not notice the changes that came with being a vampire. Had her cousin really given this thought?

  “I’m so glad you came,” Natasha said. “Liam and I decided to do some taste tests. And you two are going to be part of the experiment.”

  “Experiment?” Della asked.

  “Yeah,” her cousin said. “Since we’ve been turned, we haven’t eaten real food. And for the next few weeks we’re going to be living with our parents, so we decided to see which foods are still palatable. We’ve been cooking all day.”

  Della made a face. “I don’t know…”

  “She’ll do it.” Chase gave her a nudge up the steps.

  “It’ll be fun,” Natasha said. “And you don’t have to eat, just taste.” She led the way inside.

  The cabin smelled like a hodgepodge of different foods. Liam, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, stood in the kitchen stirring something on the stove.

  “Hey,” Liam smiled. “My woman has me slaving away in the kitchen.”

  “Not true.” Natasha moved in to kiss Liam. “I just took the first shift of cooking.”

  Her cousin appeared to be running on happy batteries. “We even have some adult beverages.” She glanced at Chase. “I noticed that you had some beer in his fridge. So that tells me you still drink it, right?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “But it has to be really cold.”

  “Okay, beer’s going in the freezer.” She stuck some bottles in the freezer. “And Liam brought a bottle of wine from his mom’s house.”

  Della made a face. “I didn’t like the stuff before I was turned.”

  “Well, maybe it’s changed.” Natasha darted to the cabinet and pulled down four glasses.

  Liam laughed. “I swear, she’s been like this all day.” His gaze turned to Della. “Especially since she heard you were coming. Someone’s filled her tank up with happy juice.”

  “Well, yeah,” Natasha said. “In a few days I’ll have my life back, and then…”—she ran over and kissed Liam again—“you and I can start our own lives.” She glanced back at Della. “Nothing’s wrong with happy.”

  No, Della thought, except it made her realize she must have a hole in her own happy tank. Or maybe knowing she was responsible for having her dad arrested for murder just sucked the happy out of her.

  Chase moved into the kitchen. “I don’t think this cabin has smelled this good in a while.”

  “Yeah, but I’m told certain foods might smell good, but taste like shit,” Liam said.

  “True,” Chase said.

  Della watched Chase. This was his house, but he didn’t seem to feel awkward at all as Liam and Natasha played hosts.

  Chase’s gaze met Della’s and he smiled. The pain in his eyes had gone. Obviously, he didn’t have a leak in his happy tank.

  She glanced away.

  Natasha looked at the food Liam placed on the table. “I’m curious if we will all like and hate the same things. Or if our tastes will vary.”

  Della moved in. “I think they vary. Some vampires at the camp love pizza. Me, not so much.” She spotted a chocolate cake on a glass platter. “Once, Kylie was having a meltdown, she was eating the chocolate syrup with a spoon. I poured some into my bl
ood and it went down smooth.”

  Natasha pulled out the wine cork, then filled four wineglasses.

  “I like French onion soup,” Della said. “It’s one of the few foods I still enjoy.”

  Natasha handed Chase a glass of wine. “You first.”

  Chase raised it to look at it as if he were a wine connoisseur. His mind seemed to wander, and she could swear she spotted a flash of the earlier pain in his eyes.

  “Snickerdoodle cookies,” he said.

  “What?” Della asked.

  “My mom used to make them. She said they tasted like love. About six months ago, I saw them in a bakery. I ordered one. I thought it would taste bad. It didn’t. Maybe it was nostalgia. I bought a dozen.”

  He sipped the wine.

  “And? How is it?” Natasha asked Chase, and passed Della a glass.

  “Well…” Chase smacked his lips. “It tastes like … sour crap.” He turned to the sink and spit.

  They all laughed and all agreed. Wine was a no-go.

  The conversation went to Natasha going home. “As soon as Mom’s over the shock, I’ll bring Liam over to meet her.”

  “Yeah.” Liam frowned.

  Natasha rolled her eyes. “He’s worried my family and friends won’t like him because he’s part African American. Duh, I’m half Chinese.”

  “It’s not the same,” Liam said, but he curled his arms around her.

  “Not everyone is racist,” Della said.

  “But quite a few are,” Liam said. “Still, I’m not going anywhere.” Liam brushed Natasha’s hair to the side and kissed her neck. It was … somehow almost erotic. Just watching it sent tingles running down her spine.

  “They are going to love you. Just like I do.” Natasha arched her neck back and they kissed. One of those soft kisses that lasted a little too long to be in public.

  Della cut her eyes away, and accidentally met Chase’s gaze. The look he sent her was almost as disturbing at watching Natasha and Liam.

  For the next few hours, they sat at Chase’s large French farm table, sampled food, and laughed. At one point, Della realized that while they were four vampires sitting at this table, this was the most normal—human-normal—evening she’d had in a long time. There seemed to be something comforting about sitting around a dinner table with food.