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hand.
    â€œIt’s a book of law and I’m not sure what to think. It’s possible they were defending their kill.”
    She pressed her lips tight and regarded him from beneath her lowered brow. With a pang of regret, he recognized that his answer had just squashed any chance of doing anything with her that he’d fantasized about in the elevator.
    â€œYou’re an idiot,” she said.
    â€œI know. But I’m not hunting a creature before it has committed a crime.”
    â€œAttacking a Skinwalker doesn’t meet your criteria?”
    â€œI only track murderers.”
    She snorted. “Well, then, I’ll fly slower next time.”
    Her flippant response made his heart squeeze in some emotion he could not name. What was happening here?
    â€œThat’s not funny, Bess.”
    She flushed and then gave a defiant toss of her head that sent her silky hair back over her shoulder.
    He said nothing as she turned her back to him and began washing first her hands and then the gash. Soon blood was streaming down her long leg again and sliding down his tub drain. She motioned toward a towel and he handed it to her.
    Cesar rummaged in the cabinet until he found a medical kit he’d received from a health fair in the park. Inside, thankfully, were four large butterfly bandages, gauze, Band-Aids and an ammonia capsule. He might need that himself if he had to spend much more time with Bess.
    She was his sexual ideal, but forbidden by his kind.Not that she’d have him—unless she was also feeling the tingling attraction that sparked whenever they touched. He could barely think around her. He turned and the sight of the blood brought him back from his sexual musings like a slap across the face.
    She’d dried her leg, making it easy to get the butterflies to stick.
    â€œThis is going to leave a scar,” he said. It hurt him to see such perfection marred by violence.
    â€œIt won’t. I’ve had worse, but my friends took care of it.”
    The bear, buffalo or wolf? he wanted to ask, but kept his mouth shut.
    â€œWhat will it take for you to go after those things with me?” she asked.
    He pressed the gauze to her leg and accidentally brushed her skin again. The hum of sexual energy rolled from her to him and their eyes met. So he wasn’t the only one whose mind was wandering.
    â€œNot now,” she said, pushing his hand away and taking charge of the gauze.
    Not now? Well, to his brain that meant later. He smiled.
    â€œSo, what will it take? Would they need to kill a human or what?”
    â€œOh.” His brain snapped back to the newborns of unknown origin. “Yes, they must commit a murder and I have to have irrefutable evidence.”
    â€œI’d like to know who fathered them,” said Bess.
    He nodded his agreement to that. “Me, too. But I doubt a DNA test will do anything but frighten the men I work with. I’ve never heard of a Supernatural successfully producing offspring. So it seems likely that they are some kind of Halfling.”
    â€œHalfling?”
    Bess went as pale as the marble upon which she perched.
    â€œYellow eyes,” she said. “Oh, no.”
    She swayed and he grasped her shoulders to steady her.
    â€œEasy there.” He pulled her down onto the plush mat on the floor, so she wouldn’t crack her head and leaned her up against the tub. “What’s wrong?”
    â€œI think…”
    Bess pressed both hands to her temples. Her skin seemed even paler than a moment ago.
    She began again. “I need to know if… I have to know who fathered them.”
    He noticed she had twice amended her words. What was it she was unwilling to say aloud?
    â€œI’m afraid we’re too late to interview their mothers.”
    Her eyes widened. “That’s it!”
    â€œWhat? Listen, Bess. I only see their actual death. That’s all. I don’t get to ask questions.”
    â€œBut I can,