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if she’d start to crave the blood from violent death.
    Rage made it almost impossible for her to focus on anything beyond the feeding, and her control was shaky. All she wanted to do was feed, and feed, and feed…
    With this rage inside her, that lure was entirely too tempting. With a savage growl, she wrenched his neck with her hands, not checking her strength. As he fell down dead, she realized that she had damn near pulled his head off.
    And still…her mouth watered.

Chapter Three
     
    Steph awoke with a moan as Jenai slapped lightly at her cheeks. “Come on, little sister, we need to get rid of…that…and get out of here.”
    Her head ached and throbbed and Steph winced as she reached back and touched the goose egg, probing the broken flesh with ginger fingers. The smell of blood was coppery on the air, and she’d shed enough that she could recognize the scent of her own. “Damn, he packs a wallop,” she muttered.
    “Packed.” Jenai slid an arm under her and helped her sit up. “He’s dead.”
    Steph stared at the man lying on the floor, his neck twisted at an odd angle, like a Barbie doll whose head had been jerked off and then been sloppily put back on. “We have to burn him,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Unless you feel up to getting his heart out. I know I don’t. And too many people saw us leave the bar with him. Going to have to get rid of him totally.”
    He felt dirty. Even now.
    Jenai scowled, her blonde brows drawing low over her eyes. “Damn it. Full moon.”
    “Yeah,” Steph muttered. If they didn’t burn him, it was possible, just barely, that with the full moon so close, the corpse at their feet could come back to life. The power of the werewolf was a tremendous thing, and if he could harness the energy of the full moon… Eh, it wasn’t common, but they’d seen it before.
    So either burn the body, cut off the head, or destroy the heart. Of the three, burning the body had the lowest yuck quotient. And was the least likely to bring too many questions to their door.
    But… where ? Hotels were too damn public, and they couldn’t risk another being hurt from it. Fortunately, they were at the very back of the hotel and they ended up going out the window. Steph first, then Jenai powered his body through the window, her shields completely down as she scanned for some sign of life around them. Nobody was awake—all slept in this tired little motel, thank God for small favors.
    Steph kept watch out as Jenai came through the window, landing lightly on her feet, but the younger sister wasn’t feeling too hot just yet. Jenai’s image danced and split in two as Steph stared at her.
    Jenai looked at her with narrow eyes and jerked her chin to the window. “Get back inside. You look like you’re going to collapse,” she said shortly.
    “I’m fine,” Steph said, frowning, trying to make Jenai’s faces stop spinning and just be one face. Two Jenais. She couldn’t handle that. But the spinning and double vision only got worse and before she could even force a false smile, she wavered on her feet and had to slam her hand against the wall to keep from falling. “Okay, maybe not…”
    With one silvery brow arched, Jenai waited. Steph sighed, and muttering under her breath, she climbed back through the window.
    Remaining on the broken pavement, Jenai waited until she heard her moving around inside, then turned back to the corpse at her feet.
    “Damn it. You couldn’t do it easy, could you?” she muttered.
    Jenai slung his dead weight across one shoulder, stumbling under the awkward weight of it. The best thing to do was dump him in the quarry up the road, find some nice deep spot and set fire to his sorry ass. Weres and vamps burned almost like firewood, exploding into flame, burning to dust, so that all anybody would find was a pile of ashes.
    Handy.
    But damn it, she didn’t feel like carting his ass a mile up the road.
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    Ronan heard the struggle. Sliding from the car, he