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"You watch the vaht," Sean said "Ever seen this Scotsman before?"

She carefully kept her face blank "I’ve never seen him on the news" That much was true

Sean crossed his arms "You’ve never seen him at all?"

"No" Heat crept into her cheeks What was she doing? Lying to protect Angus? No, she cal herself and her own secret slaying activities She couldn’t talk about Angus without explaining her own business in the park

Sean closed his laptop "I’m out of patience with these stake-outs We need to actually do sonments for now I’ll let you knohat I decide"

Within ten one Alyssa was busy at her co into Romatech’s files Emma settled at her desk and turned on the television that was rigged to receive the Digital Vaan with Stone Cauffyn droning on in his ht while she scanned police reports, looking for possible va on the police reports, but the words blurred before her weary eyes What was Angus doing tonight? She’d checked her e-e frohts? Maybe he’d come to his senses and realized, like her, that a relationship between them was doomed And that hurt

She turned up the volu so the famous Parisian fashion ht her attention - a warning that the superior lifestyle of the nonbiting Va loss, thereforeVa the truth, and so-called Vaer fed off humans Why would DVN lie about it when they believed their audience was made up entirely of the Undead? As far as E DVN, and the vampires didn’t know it So whatever she saw on DVN was probably true

Two factions - the Va Malcontents, other than his concern for her safety? He had said so vampire justice to him Did that mean he killed Malcontents? If he did, why not let her help hi? She was already on a tea Her loyalties were getting all screwed up

She refocused on the police reports There on page tas the news she dreaded thein Central Park A wo to her feet

"What’s wrong?" Alyssa asked

"Nothing I spilled coffee" Emma strode into the kitchen area where she could fume in private Danore this Either Angus MacKay was going to help her, or she was going solo She was not going to let more innocent people die

She hurried to her laptop to write hiht her attention Corky Courrant had started her gossip show called Live with the Undead Half of the screen was taken up with a picture of Roanesti

Emma turned up the volume

"Remember, you heard it here first!" Corky screeched in her strident voice "It’s the anesti is about to becoasped

"What?" Alyssa cahed "Hard to believe, isn’t it? But just look at this exclusive video we obtained last night Ro to Mass on Sunday night, and "

Emma punched the record button on the television’s VCR If there was news about Shanna, her boss would want to see it

A video flashed onto the screen, fuzzy at first, then sharpening on a building in the distance Enized it as Romatech Industries The caed to zoom in on the front door as a black car pulled up to the entrance A youthful-looking, kilted Scotsman climbed out of the driver’s seat and opened the car’s back door Roanesti stepped out, and next to hinant Shanna Whelan

E happen? Surely a vampire couldn’t father a baby?

"Oh my God," Alyssa whispered

The video stopped, and Corky reappeared on the screen, grinning "I knohat you’re thinking! You’re thinking Draganesti couldn’t be the father But he’s a scientific genius, the inventor of synthetic blood and Vahly convinced" She waved the camera closer, then whispered, "He is the father"

Emma pressed a hand to her chest Good God, as Shanna thinking? Was she having a half-huers, E

"Oh o ballistic"

"We have to tell him," Emma said

Alyssa scoffed "Don’t look at o out of town, and I aathered papers "He’s going to go berserk"

Eree How on earth would she break the news?

Never trust anyone or anything Sean Whelan had learned that the hard way And when you added va capabilities into the ainst you Anyone

After his daughter’s betrayal, Sean had hoped to recapture her by staking out Roanesti’s townhouse on the Upper East Side He’d left a surveillance van parked across the street for the first feeeks, but the daht on His tires had been slashed, and his surveillance equipment stolen He’d tried a variety of cars and SUVs, but parking was such a bitch, he couldn’t always find a place close enough

So, eight o, he’d rented a small room catty-corner across the street It was daladly footed the bill when he’d explained he was observing a terrorist cell

He strode into the tiny room and with a swipe of his arm, he cleared a space on the small table for his laptop Empty take-out containers tumbled onto the floor, and he reminded himself for the jillionth time to take out the trash Later

For now, he was anxious to see what the video caht before in his absence The camera squatted on top of a tripod by the , its lens carefully positioned to peek between two slats of the blinds Sean peered out theDraganesti’s house was usually quiet this early in the evening, and tonight appeared no different<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>