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metal fire escapes zigzagging up the walls. Most of the businesses were closed. Only a restaurant on the corner was still lit up. Cars dashed along the busier street, but this side street was quiet. Parked cars lined both sides. His extra-sharp senses detected life. Two men behind the parked car across the street. He couldn’t see them, but he felt their presence, smelled the blood pumping through their veins.
    In an instant, he pushed the door open and swooshed to the end of the block. As he zoomed around the corner, he saw the two mortals just starting to react. They ran toward the open door, their pistols drawn. Roman had moved so fast, they hadn’t even seen him. He rounded another corner to the street in front of the clinic. There he hid behind a parked delivery van and watched the scene unfold.
    Three black sedans blocked the street. Three, no, four men were there—two acting as sentries while the other two smashed their way through the glass storefront. Bloody hell. Who were these men who wanted Shanna dead?
    His arms tightened around her. “Hang on, sweetness. We’re going for a ride.” He focused on the roof of the ten-story building behind him. A second later, they were there, and he was looking down on the group of thugs.
    Shards of glass littered the sidewalk, crunching beneath the shoes of Shanna’s would-be killers. Only jagged stalagmites remained of the clinic windows. One of the thugs reached a gloved hand through the broken glass door and unlocked it. The others drew pistols from their coats and entered the clinic.
    The door banged shut behind them, causing a shower of glass bits to rain down onto the sidewalk. The mini-blinds swung back and forth with a metallic rustling sound. Soon the scrape and crash of furniture could also be heard.
    “Who are these men?” he whispered, but received no answer. Shanna lay still across his shoulder. And he felt stupid, standing there holding a woman’s purse.
    He spotted some plastic patio furniture on the roof—two green chairs, a small table, and a chaise lounge left in a flat, horizontal position. As he lowered the dentist onto the chaise, his hand glided down her body and knocked into something hard in her pocket. Felt like a cell phone.
    He set her purse down and removed the phone from her pocket. He’d call Laszlo and have him return with the car. It was possible to contact other vampires mentally, but telepathic communication didn’t always guarantee privacy. Roman was in a dilemma he didn’t want accidentally overheard by another vampire. He was short one fang and had just kidnapped a mortal dentist in worse trouble than he.
    He zipped back to the building’s ledge and peered over. The thugs were leaving the clinic, six of them now, since the four in front of the clinic had been joined by the two from the back. They gestured angrily. Their muttered curses filtered up through the air to his extra-sensitive hearing.
    Russian. And they were built like defensive linemen. Roman glanced over his shoulder at Shanna. She’d have a tough time surviving with these gorillas on her trail.
    Abruptly, the men halted. Their voices hushed. Out of the shadows, a figure emerged. Damn, so there was a total of seven thugs. How had he missed this one? He could always sense the flowing blood and heated body of a mortal, but this one had completely escaped his notice.
    The other six men slowly gravitated toward one another, as if they felt safer in a huddle. Six against one. How could six hefty thugs be afraid of one man? The dark figure moved to the front of the clinic. Stripes of light shot through the ravaged blinds and lit his face.
    Bloody hell! Roman stepped back. No wonder he hadn’t sensed the seventh man. He was Ivan Petrovsky, coven master of Russian vampires. And one of Roman’s oldest enemies.
    For the past fifty years, Petrovsky had divided his time between Russia and New York, keeping tight control over Russian vampires worldwide. Roman and his friends