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though I hadn’t seen him in a few months.”
    “We’ll need a statement from you later,” he said.
    She shook her head. “I don’t want to press charges. He didn’t get very far.”
    “This is not a police matter. Charges aren’t a choice. We will need a statement.” His eyes dug into hers, imploring her cooperation. Still, she really didn’t want to talk to police, or whoever this guy was, about what happened.
    Neil glared at the guy. “She doesn’t want to talk about it.”
    The man leveled his gaze on Neil. “Procedure. You know this.” He glanced back at her. “We’ll be contacting you in a few days.”
    She nodded dumbly as Kristy led her into the house.

Chapter 4
    Neil had planned to duck out quietly, preferably with Marissa on his arm, but that wasn’t to be the case.
    The Templar, Sir Adrian, was following him, gesturing for him to come out the front door so they could talk.
    He didn’t want to talk to him. Really he didn’t. But he knew he didn’t have a choice. Marissa was now in the middle of his world, and damn it, he’d hoped that he could leave her out, at least for a while.
    Eventually, she’d have to know everything, but this wasn’t how he wanted to do things.
    A woman who looked like she’d been run over came to Marissa immediately, and Marissa relayed the story of what Kirk had done to her. The woman, Deanna, looked ready to kill the vampire, though he doubted she knew the man’s true nature.
    “Thank God you were there.” Deanna leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, then turned her gaze to Marissa. “Are you okay?”
    “I will be. He was so strong…”
    “It can seem that way,” Kristy said.
    Sir Adrian shifted his stance, glaring at Neil and Dale.
    Kristy said, “Marissa, the men need to talk to him. Are you going to be okay with me and Deanna for a minute?”
    “What did the other guy do with Kirk?” Marissa asked.
    Neil wrapped an arm around her. “I’ll find out,” he said, kissing her forehead.
    Adrian stepped up to him again. “This will not take long.”
    “I’ll take you home when we get done,” Neil told Marissa, squeezing her arm. He met the Templar’s grim gaze. This can’t be good , he thought.
    “We’ll watch her,” said Kristy, wrapping an arm around Marissa.
    He leaned forward, pressing a kiss on Marissa’s head, and running a hand down her cheek. His finger burned where he’d touched her, and he stared into her eyes for some sign that the gesture meant as much to her as it did to him.
    Marissa reached up and stroked his hand, and as he pulled away she kept a grip on his fingers. He caressed her palm, and Marissa smiled at him as he squeezed.
    “Be just a minute,” he said, and reluctantly let go of her hand.
    Kristy and Dale exchanged the kinds of glances that married people did, the ones that spoke volumes, if only to each other.
    Dale, Neil, and Adrian headed to a darker corner of the house where the porch light didn’t reach. The other Templar, Liam, the one who’d hauled the vampire off, was waiting for them, a cigar of some kind in his hand, the glowing embers the only tipoff he was standing there.
    Neil couldn’t help noticing, though, that Sir Liam didn’t actually smoke the cigar, merely held it in his fingers and twirled it, blowing on it to keep it burning.
    “About time,” Liam muttered, looking over his clothes. “Nice costume,” he said, a bit of a snort in his voice.
    Neil glanced down at himself—he’d forgotten he was dressed as a vampire—and smirked at the irony of it.
    The Knights of Templar had been policing all mythical activity for almost a thousand years, making sure all creatures of the night, fantasy and legend behaved themselves. The Knights protected humans from the mythicals, and on occasion protected the mythicals from humans. For werewolves, vampires, yeti, unicorns, gods, demi-gods, and any other figure of myth that circled the globe, this meant order. It also meant that vampires couldn’t