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  I weaved a story about the incubus that wasn’t entirely untrue, and I told them how the supernaturals had destroyed him. How one of them had allowed himself to become possessed so he could control the nightmarish demon. I’d embellished a lot, lied a bit, cried a little, and I’d heard there was already a movie in the works.

  I’d turned Angus into a handsome, tragic hero, a man who, in trying to protect his children, had been beaten and burned and tortured. By the time I was finished, most of the crowd was in tears and others were clenching their fists in anger at the injustice of it all. Angus wasn’t exactly a stranger to them, and neither were his children. They’d cried, and then they’d gotten angry, and yells of “set him free!” had begun.

  Still, Angus was in jail.

  He’d hurt cops, after all. And no matter what his motivations might have been, he’d have to pay for that.

  But if he went to prison, it wouldn’t be for long.

  I had to believe that.

  And I had to believe he’d heal.

  “How are you?” Crawford asked, settling behind his desk. “You want some coffee?”

  “No, thanks. And I’m fine.”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “I can see you’re not exactly fine. But better.”

  “Better than Angus,” I said.

  He nodded. “Everyone is better than Angus, even the three men he nearly killed. Luckily for him.”

  “What did you need, Captain?” I asked, crossing my legs.

  “Frank,” he said, absently, and studied me for a good two minutes before finally sighing and yanking open one of his desk drawers. “I owe you for the tracking job you did for me.” He tossed me a thick yellow envelope. “You’re not going to be lacking for work, Trinity.”

  I patted the envelope. “Thanks.”

  He shifted in his seat and frowned at me. “I’d like you to get some training in criminal recovery. Take some classes. Become licensed.”

  “Criminal recovery?” I asked. “You want me to become a bounty hunter?”

  He shrugged. “I’d just feel better about sending you out there if you knew what you were doing.”

  I stiffened, just a little insulted. “I’ve killed dozens of vampires and I’m still alive.”

  “You don’t know how to deal with human criminals. You’re a vampire hunter.”

  “Bloodhunter,” I said, as though maybe he’d forgotten. “And I do know what I’m doing.”

  “You know how to kill vampires with your fancy sword. But with the vampires dying, things will become much more specialized for you.” He leaned forward. “Can you track people, too, Trinity?”

  I thought about it. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

  “That’s something you need to figure out.”

  “There’s a lot I need to figure out.” It was my turn to hesitate. “Captain, Angus Stark—”

  “It’s out of my hands. There’s nothing I can do but try to make sure he’s treated well while he’s under my care.”

  “Let me take him home. We may be able to save his life. And if—when—he heals, you can take him back into custody.”

  “If it were up to me, I’d send him home with an order to take some anger management classes.”

  I scowled at him. “You’re all about people taking classes.”

  “Look,” he said. “Things are calming down. Bring his kids to visit. I’ll see to it they’re not accosted. But he’s not leaving this place until he’s been sentenced. And he won’t be leaving this place for home. He’s going to prison, Trinity. Accept it now. Get used to it. Because that’s what will become of Angus Stark.”

  I fought back sudden tears. “You know what those places are like, Captain. They’ll kill him there. They’ll kill his spirit. It’s what they do.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  And he really was. But as he’d said, it was out of his hands.

  “He’s strong,” he said, gently. “He’ll survive, and he’ll return home to his children.”

  I appreciated that he was trying to comfort me, but I could not be comforted.

  “As what?” I stood. “I’m going to go see him.” But at the door I stopped. “Is Gordon Gray still alive?”

  He frowned. “He is. Why?”

  “I promised him I’d visit him. He had something he wanted to tell me. Can you take me to him after I check on Angus?”

  A flash of surprise rippled through his eyes. “No. Not a good idea.”

  “Why not?”

  He stood. “You were hired to bring him to me. You did that. Your part in this is over. Close the door on your way out, Sinclair.”

  I went without arguing, because I didn’t care that much about Gray. He was a vampire. But something nagged at me as I jogged down the hall. Gray had told me he hadn’t killed Lucy, and something made me believe he’d been sincere. And if he hadn’t been the one to kill Lucy, wouldn’t Crawford want to know? Wouldn’t he want to investigate the matter just a little further?

  But those were questions for another day.

  The cop who would let me into Angus’s cell was a man named Shaun something or other, and he was one of the few cops who seemed able to maintain a professional composure when it came to Angus.

  He searched me quickly, confiscating every weapon I had on me. I’d left Silverlight at home for that very reason. I didn’t want them touching her.

  “He’s doing better today.” Shaun shoved my weapons into a locker, then walked me toward Angus’s cell.

  “That’s great,” I said, a little surprised, then I forgot all about Shaun when I turned to look at Angus and found him watching me.

  And there was a spark of life in his eyes.

  “Angus.” I rushed to his side, then sat down beside him and grabbed his hand. “Hi.”

  In the last couple of weeks, Captain Crawford had brought in doctors—one human and one supernatural—and Angus had begun to look a little better almost immediately.

  He’d awakened a week and a half ago, but there’d been no recognition in his eyes when he’d looked at me, and when I’d talked to him, he hadn’t responded.

  But today, his eyes were brighter, and he was smiling. “Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rusty.

  “You’re back,” I said, thickly, then tightened my grip on his hand as I glanced around the room, trying to concentrate on something else so I wouldn’t cry.

  I didn’t want him to know how scared I was, or how hopeless I felt.

  One of the doctors had hung fluids, and as I peered up at the bag, a young man stuck his head into the cell. “I’m Eric, his nurse until five. Let me know if you have any questions.”

  “He’s doing better,” I said.

  Eric nodded and walked over to stand beside us. “He’s got a long road ahead of him, but I believe he’ll recover.” He glanced over his shoulder at Shaun, who leaned against the wall in the hallway, looking at his phone, then leaned quickly toward me. “He needs to shift to heal. But if he shifts, they may kill him.”

  Shaun pushed away from the wall and came to peer through the bars. He said nothing, but was watchful. Maybe he behaved professionally, but he was a cop, and his loyalty lay with his fellow cops.

  “Son of a bitch,” I muttered. “Assholes.” I thought Angus wasn’t shifting because he was too injured. But if they were forbidding him to shift, it would take him forever to heal. And that was exactly what they wanted. An injured shifter was easier to control than a healthy one.

  Eric made a show of checking Angus’s various lines and bandages, then hurried from the room without another word.

  “Trin,” Angus whispered, his voice like broken glass. “Kids?”

  “They’re good.” I leaned over and pressed my forehead to his. “I saw them this morning. They miss you.”

  He still looked like he was dying, but his bruises were fading and his gaping wounds were closing. He looked more like a man and less like a misshapen, swollen lump. He’d be okay. That old spark in his eyes said he would.

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bsp; “They fucked me up,” he said.

  “So much.” I kissed his forehead. “And so badly.”

  “Don’t cry.”

  “I’m not,” I said, wiping my spilled tears from where they’d fallen upon his cheek.

  “You’re hurt,” he noted.

  I snorted. “No, you’re hurt. I was spanked by some vampires and then I killed the sons of bitches.”

  He muttered something I couldn’t quite grasp, his voice weak.

  I put my ear against his cracked lips. “What’d you say?”

  “I said,” he whispered, “that I would like to spank you.”

  I pursed my lips in disapproval. “For God’s sake, Angus. And you half dead.”

  He laughed, and his dry, cracked lips began to bleed.

  “You’re going to be fine.” I pulled a tissue from my pocket to blot away the blood. But before he could really be fine, he needed to shift.

  I glanced behind me. Once again, Shaun the cop was leaning against the wall across the hall, his attention on his phone.

  I turned back to Angus. “They’re denying you your shift?”

  His frown was fleeting, and he nodded. “I’ll heal, just slow.”

  “I’m going to talk to the captain.”

  “They’re his orders.” He tried to lift his fingers to my face, but his hand fell back to the cot. I grabbed it and lifted it for him. “Full moon soon,” he said, as I rubbed my cheek against his palm. “By then I’ll be contained some place secure, and I’ll shift and heal.”

  “Angus,” I murmured. “I’m so sorry.”

  “No reason to be. Stop worrying about me.”

  “Right,” I said. “That’s going to happen.”

  We stared at each other, and I clung desperately to the familiarity of his eyes. Every other part of him was changed. Marked. But his eyes, those were the same.

  “Angus…be careful. Don’t rile them. The next time they might…” But I didn’t need to say it. He wasn’t stupid. He had a hell of a temper, but he wasn’t stupid.

  “Tell the kids I love them,” he murmured

  “I will.” I leaned over to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head and pressed his lips against mine.

  I lingered, because I’d almost lost him.

  “When I come home,” he said, when I finally pulled away, “I’ll give you a proper kiss.”

  I smiled. “When you come home, I’ll let you.”

  “You’ve been in my dreams,” he told me. “In the woods, when you tried to molest me…” He smiled. “I haven’t been able to get that out of my mind.”

  My face heated. “I…” Then I shrugged. “I’ve got nothing. I guess I did try to molest you.” My laugh sounded more like a sob.

  He sobered. “Sweetheart, they won’t break me. I promise.”

  And I had to get out of there, before I broke down and made everything worse, if that were possible. “I’ll bring the kids,” I whispered, and then I fled.

  I grabbed my weapons from Shaun and hurried from the police station, my heart breaking for the big, proud supernatural man who lay broken and alone in a human’s jail cell.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Two weeks later, I stood outside in the back parking lot of the RVPD, my nails biting into my palms, my face wet with tears, and watched four heavily armed guards and six cops prepare to load Angus into the reinforced supernatural transport van.

  I hadn’t allowed the children to come. They’d said their goodbyes the day before. They didn’t need to see him hauled away.

  Shane, Miriam, Clayton, and Rhys stood beside me, grimly silent. Miriam laced her fingers with mine, and though her eyes were shadowed, they remained dry. Miriam was a supernatural. She’d seen bad shit before.

  “Angus,” I called. “We’re here.” Because I couldn’t let him think he was going off alone.

  He listed in the big wheelchair, somehow diminished and pale and something more human than the huge, forceful shifter he’d been before the humans got their hands on him.

  “Angus,” I called, my voice cracking. I started toward him, but the cops immediately created a barricade with their bodies. They waved their cruel batons and stared at me, waiting to see if I’d dare.

  I held up my hands, for fear they’d hurt Angus, and I backed down.

  It was only because of the captain’s insistence that we were permitted to watch him leave. To keep him company as they loaded him into the van and shipped him to the prison where he’d spend the next five years of his life.

  The humans believed he was getting off easy. Five years, they’d scoffed. That’s nothing.

  But to those of us who loved him, it was everything.

  To the ones who existed there, it was everything.

  Only to the humans was it nothing.

  “Come on, honey.” Miriam squeezed my hand and urged me away. “Let’s go home. He’ll be out before you know it.”

  But I refused to move until the van was out of sight and Angus was gone. Really gone. It was as though they were giving him the true death.

  “Bay Town won’t be the same,” Rhys murmured. Then he turned and walked away, Shane at his side.

  “We’ll visit him,” I said, watching them go.

  “Supernaturals aren’t permitted to visit,” Miriam said, crisply. “We’ll take care of his kids, his home, and his business, and everything will be ready for the big dummy when they kick him out.”

  “I will visit.” I thumped my chest, angry and fierce and determined. “Let them try to keep me away.”

  She nodded. “You’re our champion, Trinity. The humans might think you’re theirs, but we know you’re ours.” She stared up at me, soberly. “You’re ours.”

  “Yes.” I managed a small smile. “I belong with the supernaturals. You need me more than the humans do.” And I needed them more than I needed the humans. Much, much more.

  I looked at Clayton, who stood quietly beside her, his pensive gaze turned in the direction the van had gone.

  “He’ll be back,” he said, and there was no doubt in his voice. “He won’t die in there.”

  I grabbed onto his words with everything I had. “How do you know?” I hadn’t wanted to appear doubtful, but God, I was afraid.

  Miriam didn’t hit him or tell him to shut up. She watched him as intently as I did.

  “Clayton,” I begged. “How do you know?”

  He shrugged, uncomfortable. “Just a feeling.” And then he looked at me.

  I gasped and stepped back, my hand to my pounding heart, my eyes wide and glued to his face.

  Both Miriam and Clayton frowned and took a step toward me.

  “Trinity?” Miriam peered up into my face. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

  I looked from her to Clayton, unsure. Not about what I’d seen, but what it meant.

  I knew what I’d seen.

  “It’s…my stomach,” I said, finally. “I thought I might throw up.”

  “Baby hunter,” Shane called, and pounded on the hood of his truck, against which he leaned. “Night is coming, and we have vampires to kill. Let’s go.”

  With one final, tentative glance at Clayton, I murmured my goodbyes and jogged away, my thoughts churning.

  I tried not to think about how badly I’d wanted to wrap my arms around Clayton’s waist, or how badly I wanted to be held in his arms.

  How much I wanted to force him away from Miriam, even if it hurt him, even if it killed him.

  I shoved away my longings and concentrated instead on what I’d seen when he’d turned his stare on me.

  I’d seen something familiar, something unmistakable.

  I’d seen the incubus.

  He hadn’t left.

  Maybe he’d fallen asleep, or had buried himself so deeply Clayton had been unable to feel him, but wherever he had gone, it wasn’t back to hell.

  And Clayton didn’t know.

  The incubus might live inside him, but it no longer had the power to free him. Clayton would have felt
that immediately. Or the demon had the power, but was somehow keeping it to himself…

  And I just didn’t know what that meant. “What can I do about it?” I whispered, to myself.

  Shane slammed on the brakes, jerking me out of my thoughts, and tossed me a smile. “Grab your sword and get the hell out of your head, Trinity Sinclair. There’s a lot going on, and you can’t do a thing about any of it. But you can kill vampires.”

  He was right.

  So I jumped out of the truck, drawing Silverlight as infecteds ran toward me, and excitement began to sing through my body.

  It wasn’t the end of the story.

  The story was just beginning.

  Angus would come home.

  Clayton would deal with his demon.

  The Bay Town supernaturals would survive.

  And me?

  I was going to love and hate and have sex and fight and kill vampires.

  I was going to live.

  And I would be just fine.

  About Laken Cane

  The coffee addicted urban fantasy/paranormal and horror writer Laken Cane lives in Southern Ohio with her genius son, two Yorkies named Daphnis and Lexi, and one Golden named Chloe who rules them all.

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  The Rune Alexander series (currently 10 book series, book 11 in progress.)

  The Waifwater Chronicles (2 books.)

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  Harbinger Bend (paranormal romance standalone)

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