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sign of Ricky the night before, Jared assisted her with her dagger technique. After their conversation had been interrupted by the college girl’s death and the fights they’d gotten into with Houston’s finest, Isabelle had forgotten to ask Abram about Ricky’s ability. She remembered him telling her it was worse than Emanuel’s telekinesis. She made a mental note to talk to him about it after they finished sparring.
     She and Abram took turns role playing. First, Abram chose the role of the Daychild. Isabelle did her best not to laugh during the exercise. He took his role way too seriously. He reached into the trash can, removed the remnants of a stinky old tuna sandwich in a plastic bag, and shoved it in the waistband of his jeans.
     “What are you doing? You smell atrocious,” she said to him, trying her best to throw a punch. The smell kept making her gag.
    “I’m a Daychild, they stink.” Abram smiled, raising his upper lip to expose a pair of fake plastic fangs.
    “Okay, seriously, I can’t fight you.”
    “Why not?” Abram said, his voice distorted by the plastic mouthpiece. “Don’t you wanna kiss me now?”
    Isabelle fought back a smile, trying to remain composed. “You’re absolutely ridiculous. I can’t even take you seriously.”
    “Remove the teeth and the bag,” Jared said, stepping up to them. “We’re never going to get through this exercise with both of you laughing. Have you forgotten the seriousness of this matter? Tavares has created a new type of vampire, a very strong and difficult opponent.”
     Abram removed the fangs, placed the plastic bag back in the trash can, and mumbled, “You’re no fun.”
    “I heard that,” Jared said. “Nothing about this situation is fun, Abram.”
     Abram shot Isabelle a puzzled look, apparently not used to Jared’s all-business tone.
    A noise from the back of the warehouse caused all three of them to whip around. The door to the back entrance slammed. Isabelle knew it was the door because it squeaked horribly, definitely in need of some serious grease. The back door was accessed through a small utility room. It remained locked at all times, so whatever or whoever had opened it had to be strong enough to bust the lock.
    Abram grabbed his dagger. Jared left them to retrieve the dagger off his desk. Isabelle started forward with Abram only steps behind. Taking light, soundless steps, they flanked the utility room door, ready to ambush the intruder. Jared joined Isabelle on her side of the door. More noise from inside the room let them know the trespasser was still in there. Isabelle wondered if it was Ricky. None of them had felt him—at least she hadn’t. Her Seeker sense was usually pretty accurate.
    The door opened. Gripping her dagger and ready to strike, Isabelle waited for the intruder to show his face. As he stepped into the warehouse, Isabelle sprang at him, her blade coming inches from his skull. The man shouted, his blue eyes wide with horror.
    “Who the hell are you?” Isabelle said, removing the dagger from his temple. He was lucky she didn’t strike first and question later.
    “I—I own this building. Are you robbing me? Take anything you want. It’s been abandoned for years. There’s not much to—” Goosebumps rose up on Isabelle’s arms and her skin started to crawl. Great, now it decides to kick in. Before she could react, a cylinder jutted out of the warehouse owner’s stomach. His features twisted into a pain-filled expression, eyes wide and mouth gaping.
    Isabelle caught the man before he hit the concrete. Abram helped her get his body to the floor. A metal pipe protruded from his belly. His breath came out in fast, shallow gasps, his face filled with confusion and pain. Behind him, Ricky stepped through the door.
    “Don’t bother trying to take me out. You’re surrounded,” he said.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 10
     
    Isabelle released the warehouse owner’s body and slid her hand behind her back. If they