girl.
âWait!â Lexi called as the woman hailed a taxi and jumped inside. âWait! Please!â
Lexi got there just as the taxi pulled away. âDamn,â she mumbled.
She squared her shoulders and glanced at the store. Once she was finished with her scouting, she would return and warn the woman then.
After finding a hiding place to watch people, it only took twenty minutes before Lexi spotted her first Red Eyes. He was with a group, and then branched off alone.
His hair was black and laced with silver, and it was cut short like the man who had murdered Christina. Lexiâs heart pounded in her chest. Could she have found him?
She remained on the opposite side of the street, slowly following him. Her hands itched to feel the hilt of the knife in her palm. It took every last shred of control for her to walk as if she werenât trailing a murderer.
Her stomach rolled as she watched woman after womanâyoung to the very oldâgaze at him as if he were some god. He was a monster, and it sickened her that no one else knew it.
Someone bumped into her shoulder. It jarred Lexi enough to make her realize she had begun to walk so fast she was nearly jogging. She paused and made herself look away from the killer.
Lexi turned to look in a store window to get control of herself. In the glass, she could see him behind her. He stopped and swiveled his head in her direction.
Her blood turned to ice in her veins as fear took her. Her breath buffed around her, past her parted lips. She was terrified of getting too close. All of the Red Eyes were pure malevolence. No one in their right mind wanted to get near that.
Except for her. And she just needed to get close enough to see if he was Christinaâs killer.
He was looking at her. She couldnât blow her cover now, not if she wanted to succeed in bringing him down. If she thought the police would do anything, she would call D.I. MacDonald right now. But she wasnât a fool. She knew they wouldnât be able to do anything.
No, her best course of action was to kill him herself. Lexi had never taken a life before, but she didnât think her soul would go to hell for stopping evil. Then again, it was a chance she would take to save others. Edinburgh had dozens of serial killers and didnât even know it.
How many? She had lost count of the many men and women she spotted with red eyes. There were more men, but since she also knew they could change their look, she couldnât be sure of her count.
Change. She shook her head. How was it possible for someone to switch their eye or hair color in the blink of an eye? That wasnât possible.
Lexi shifted her gaze back to where she had last seen Red Eyes and jerked when she found him gone. She remained where she was and used the window as a mirror to see if he had moved.
She released a sigh when she found him farther up the street. Lexi knew she had to take her time in following him. There was crucial information she needed, like where he lived, who were his accomplices, and how he killed.
The weight of her knife along her inner forearm made her feel safe. At least if she was approached she wasnât without a means to attack.
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âThe lass is daft,â Darius whispered.
Thorn pressed his lips together. She was certainly insane. âAt least sheâs keeping her wits about her.â
âShe thinks thereâs only one Dark, but there are three others watching her.â
Thorn clenched his right hand into a fist. âWe doona have to keep hidden from the Dark, but I also doona want the mortal to know weâre helping her.â
Darius jerked his head around to spear Thorn with a confused look. âSheâs already met you.â
âAye, and I was here just a few weeks ago protecting a Druid. Look how that turned out.â
âYou mean because Warrick fell for Darcy?â
Thorn cut him a scathing look. âI doona fear falling
Janwillem van de Wetering