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needed to find out who was
responsible for this attack and why. In the meantime, she’d be safe at his
house where he or Steven could watch over her.
    “Graelen, what the hell just happened? Why in the hell was
someone shooting at me?”
    Obviously she was more coherent than he'd thought. She went
straight to the important question. No tears, no incessant babbling, but
directly to the analyzing of what had just happened. She was a rare woman
indeed, one he wanted to get to know better. One he wanted to protect from
whatever or whoever just happened. And one he knew was destined to destroy him.

 
 
    Chapter Three

 
    Rage burned through him as he watched the woman drive away
with Graelen. The blackness flowed freely and the desire to destroy overwhelmed
him. What is she doing here? And why would she help one of the evil ones?
    He had to find out their plans. With Samhain approaching all
of their powers would be stronger, even his own. He would definitely need a
boost, and he knew just where to get it.
    “Boss.” He turned towards the voice calling him. “Charlie
didn't make it. Whatever that asshole hit him with burned a hole right through
him. He didn't stand a chance. What the hell is going on here?”
    His energy surged and built.
    “Your eyes, sir. They—They—Black—” The
idiot backed up, holding up his hands.
    “You and Charlie failed to get the girl. It was a simple
task. Not too much to ask for.” He inched forward.
    “I'm sorry, sir—”
    “Shut up.” He raised his hands to show the energy forming in
his palm. “Clearly you were not the right men for the job. All that's left for
me to do here is clean up the mess.” He flung the energy at the coward cringing
in front of him, striking his heart and absorbing the fear and shock emanating
from the man. He looked down at the limp and empty dead body, the beginning of
a smile tipped up the corners of his mouth. His power rolled through him like
the churning seas of a hurricane. More. He needed more.

 
    Relief washed over Rena when they drove through the gates of
Graelen’s estate. The ordeal had scared her more than she cared to admit. The
entire ride here her hands had shook uncontrollably until finally she’d slipped
them under her thighs. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she would
probably be safer with him than at her cheap motel with its flimsy chain latch
to keep people out.
    Neither had spoken the entire ride back to his home, the
silence filling the car until it threatened to choke her. She assumed that,
like her, he was trying to figure out what the hell happened back there. She
doubted men firing on her from a rooftop, with weapons more powerful than
varmint rifles, were just random criminals. The more likely scenario was that
someone targeted her. But why? What would someone want from me?
    Generally people don't chase after historians. It wasn’t
exactly a dangerous profession. Plus a loner like her didn't even get out much.
She frequently spent days on end working in her office at the museum. And
lately her obsession with the Tarot had kept her at work. She hadn't left the
building for weeks until she decided to come out here.
    Wait. Her body stiffened as the possibility dawned on her.
    “Graelen, do you think this has something to do with the
Tarot cards I brought you?” She turned in her seat leaning closer to him.
    She brushed his arm with her fingers and the same small
spark of energy crackled between them. Her hand tingled, and it was damned
annoying. But she took a form of comfort in being close to him and his power,
even if she didn't really understand it.
    He braked the car to a stop in front of the house killing
the engine before turning to look at her. “You're playing with fire every time
you touch me like that.”
    She jerked her hand away, dumbfounded by his statement.
    “We have a lot to talk about, don't we, Rena?” He leaned
close to her, stopping scant inches from her mouth. “Looks like you're