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transparent teenage girl appeared.
    She was his spy, Mary Jordane.
    In addition to her being transparent, the most striking things about her were her spiky magenta hair and shiny silver nose stud. Thin, with a hint of budding breasts, she was wearing a purple T-shirt, a black mesh overshirt, torn jeans, and Dr. Martens boots.
    “They’ve sent Seamus back to London,” she blurted out immediately, and seemed about to rush onward.
    Mary had never lost her penchant for babbling the instant she appeared.
    “Slower!” he ordered.
    She pursed her mouth and glared at him. By performing a ritual séance, he’d called her from the other side, manipulating her cooperation with a mix of promises for the future and threats of sending her back to the gray, in-between plane where he had found her. However, recently, the nature of their relationship had begun to change, and he sometimes wondered if she now enjoyed working for him. The very thought made him uncomfortable, as he wanted only servants who feared him, but he needed her too much to send her back.
    “To London?” he asked, knowing the question would jar her from pouting.
    “Yeah, I listened while Wade talked to Eleisha in the office. They had the computer up. That wild man from last summer attacked someone else.”
    This got his attention. He’d been hoping Eleisha would continue to investigate that lead. He believed one of the elders may have escaped him and gone feral. It was possible.
    Two centuries past, Julian’s kind had been far more numerous, and they’d existed by four laws. The most sacred of these laws was “No vampire shall kill to feed.” They’d retained their secrecy through telepathy, feeding on mortals, altering a memory, and then leaving the victim alive. New vampires required training from their makers to awaken and hone psychic abilities, but Julian’s telepathy never surfaced. He lived by his own laws, and so the elders began quietly turning against him. His own maker, Angelo, tried to hide this news from him, but he knew . He heard the rumblings, and he acted first, beheading every vampire who lived by the laws, including Angelo—who would have turned against him sooner or later.
    Julian had left a small crop of younger vampires, untrained vampires like Eleisha and Philip, alone. They were not telepathic, did not know the laws, and were no threat to him.
    Then with no warning, Eleisha suddenly developed fierce psychic abilities, and she began actively looking for any vampires who might have escaped Julian’s net and remained in hiding.
    She’d found several vampires who didn’t count, such as Rose de Spenser, an uneducated creature who knew nothing of her own kind.
    But Eleisha had also found Robert Brighton, a five-hundred-year-old elder who practiced the four laws like a religion. Robert had come out of hiding for Eleisha, who was so very easy to trust. Julian could not allow him to contaminate the others, to start the whole nightmare over again, and so he’d tracked Eleisha down and taken Robert’s head.
    That Robert had survived and hidden for so long told Julian he couldn’t possibly be the only one. Now Julian was simply waiting for Eleisha to find more elders, to lure more of them out . . . and to lead him right to them.
    Had she finally found another elder?
    “Is she preparing to leave?” he asked.
    “No. Wade wants to wait and see what Seamus can track down first. But he says they’re definitely going this time, whether Seamus pinpoints something or not.”
    “Wade?”
    This was an oddity Julian had been noticing in Mary’s reports. More and more in the past few months, Wade seemed to be making the decisions and giving the orders. Why would Eleisha—or Philip for that matter—ever take orders from a mortal? Julian wasn’t certain what this meant, but it bore watching.
    “You want me to alert Jasper, tell him to be ready to move?” Mary asked.
    Julian’s brows knitted. He rarely gave much thought to Jasper Nesland—a