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back?"
    Mortimer grimaced at the question. They should be unpacking; unloading the blood bags in the cooler and shifting them into the refrigerator, and then unpacking their bags, as well as unpacking and prepping their weapons. Once that was done, he would have pulled out the maps of the area and the information they had about where bitten mortals had been seen. The two of them would have pored over those while making up some sort of plan to hunt down and find the rogue that was biting mortals in the area.
    However, not having power rather buggered up all of that.
    "There's nothing much we can do at the moment," he admitted finally.
    "Are you hungry?" Bricker asked suddenly.
    Mortimer glanced at the younger immortal with amusement. He hadn't been hungry for a couple hundred years. The younger man couldn't know that, though, since Mortimer ate on the odd occasion just to keep him company. Mind you, eating was an ambitious description, since he really mostly picked at the food and pushed it around his plate to be polite.
    "We don't have anything besides blood in that cooler, do we?" Bricker asked when Mortimer didn't respond at once and then complained, "I'm hungry."
    "You're always hungry," Mortimer said dryly, and then turned away from the window saying, "Come on then, we'll go find an all-night diner or coffee shop with food and lights and look over the information and maps Lucian gave us."

Chapter Three
    "Poor Alex."
    Sam glanced over at Jo, who sat at the dining room table. She was supposed to be shucking corn, but now held a half-shucked cob forgotten, her attention directed out the front window of the cottage. Her mouth was pinched with worry, Sam noted. "What's wrong with Alex? Has she hurt herself?"
    "No," Jo assured her. "She just looks so miserable out there."
    Sam set down the half-peeled potato she'd been working on, snatched a piece of paper towel off the roll, and dried her hands as she crossed the room to look out the window too. They were both silent for a moment, eyes following their older sister as she pushed a lawn mower across the grass in front of the cottage. She was obviously struggling to move the old mower up the slanted lawn. Beads of sweat were rolling down her forehead as she worked under the blistering late afternoon sun. And she did indeed look miserable. Alex's face was red and fixed in a scowl so fierce Sam feared it might become permanent.
    "I did offer to do it for her, but she insisted," Sam said with exasperation. "She'd rather do that than food prep any day."
    "I suppose when you cook all week for a living, doing it on vacation would be a drag," Jo commented sympathetically.
    Sam snorted. "More like she has little lackeys to do this stuff at work and she thought she'd rather mow than play lackey herself… but she forgot about the deerflies."
    "Is that what that gray fog is around her head?" Jo asked with alarm. "Why didn't she put on some bug spray?"
    "She did," Samantha assured her. "She used the heavy-duty stuff too. Twice. But it's hot out there, and she sweats it off after ten steps."
    They watched silently as Alex and her swarm crossed the yard again. She wasn't even halfway done. She'd be eaten alive by the time she was.
    Mouth tightening, Sam headed for the door. "I'm going out there and try to help keep the bugs off her."
    "How are you going to do that?" Jo asked with amazement.
    The question made Sam pause and turn back. She'd need weapons to defend Alex.
    "What on earth is that woman doing?"
    Mortimer gave a slight start at Decker Pimms's words and turned from the window to glance at him with surprise. He'd been concentrating so hard on what was taking place next door that he hadn't even heard the man approach. "You are here. Lucian said you were, but the cottage was empty, and I began to think I'd misunderstood."
    "No, you didn't misunderstand," Decker said with a shrug. "I was up here on vacation when Mother called saying Uncle Lucian was trying to reach me about this biting