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Tom. “What happens next?”
    Tom didn’t pull the punch. “Taran will be moved to the county morgue and autopsied. The house is being photographed. Once that’s done, we’ll release the house and you can go home. Or, if you prefer, you can go to the Marchands’. Vincent mentioned that he wants to see you and these vampires. In fact, they’re probably waiting for me to leave. I can do that; plenty more to do yet tonight.”
    Tom pushed off the fireplace, adjusted his utility belt, glanced at Nessa. “You need to stay available.”
    â€œI will.”
    â€œThere can be no reprisals,” he said, looking us over. “We had peace for so long. We should keep it that way.”
    She nodded. “I’ll tell Vincent. I think he wants peace, truly.”
    Tom didn’t look entirely convinced by that, but he nodded, walked to the door.
    I watched through the front window as Tom climbed into the cruiser and drove off in the direction the McKenzies had taken earlier. I guessed it would be their turn for questions.
    ***
    The shifters had gone, but the parade of supernaturals continued.
    â€œThey’re here,” Nessa said moments later from the living room. I was prepared to argue; I was standing in front of the window, would have known if we had visitors.
    I glanced back to look, to firm up my position, and found them standing on the porch.
    Three vampires, two men and a woman, all in simple clothing made of homespun linen fabrics. The one in front, who looked like a man in his early forties, had straight, coal black hair that fell to his shoulders from a high widow’s peak that topped a narrow face. He was tall and lean, and his hands were clasped behind his back. His expression was one of utter patience, as if he knew we’d be checking him out and was allowing us the opportunity.
    Nessa rushed to the door, yanked it open. “Vincent!” she said with ringing relief, falling into the arms of the dark-haired man. “Thank God, Vincent.”
    Vincent stroked a hand down her hair. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Nessa. So sorry. Taran was a good man.” He pulled back, looked her over. “You’re all right? You weren’t harmed?”
    Nessa shook her head, wiped at her eyes. “I’m fine.”
    â€œI’m so glad.” The affection in Vincent’s eyes was obvious and deep, but Nessa seemed oblivious to it.
    Nessa greeted the other two vampires, and we moved aside so she could bring them into the house.
    â€œVincent, Astrid, Cyril,” she said, gesturing to them in turn. Cyril had short hair so pale it was nearly translucent, his eyes a watery blue against equally pale skin. Astrid was tall, with dark skin, equally dark eyes, and closely cropped hair.
    â€œThis is Ethan Sullivan, Master of Cadogan House and member of the Assembly, and his Sentinel, Merit.”
    The vampires dropped suddenly and immediately to their knees.
    â€œSire,” they said to Ethan in unison, with obvious gravity. The McKenzies might not have cared much for the Pack’s authority, but these vampires were ready and willing to accept Ethan as their leader. They’d apparently heard about the Testing.
    Ethan looked both taken aback and a little dubious. But when he spoke, his voice was all gentility. “Please, rise.”
    The vampires climbed back to their feet, and Vincent stepped forward. “I’m sorry you’ve come all this way to rest, only to be embroiled in our struggle.”
    â€œVincent is the founder of the Marchand Clan,” Nessa said.
    Vincent nodded, gestured to the living room. “Perhaps we can sit?”
    â€œOf course,” Nessa said, chagrined, as if she’d breached some point of Clan etiquette. We followed her into the living room and took seats, Ethan and I on one couch, Nessa and Vincent on the other, Cyril on the floor at Vincent’s feet. I wasn’t sure if that was a seat of