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face briefly in
agreement. Children stared as he moved through the crowds, his capuchin monkey
sitting complacently on his broad shoulders. Little Lord Fauntleroy’s dark
brown fur, looked nearly black in the night, his cream-colored shoulders and
little pink face fascinated the kids as they reached to pet him. Though Bron
walked quickly through the crowd, he stopped every now and again to allow them
a small touch. It had been years since Little Lord had the attention and Bron
sensed his pet was enjoying himself.
     Eyes watchful, he scanned the crowd careful not to
focus on any one person. His senses were already on overload from the sheer
number of people dancing in the streets, he didn’t want the added burden of
their feelings. He was there for a purpose and until he completed it, he would
simply tune out the mental onslaught. That was not to say he missed the furtive
glances the women in the crowd gave him, he just didn't have time to do
anything about them. Bron thought longingly of the last time he had been with a
woman, but gave up that train of thought with a wistful sigh. If he had learned
anything during his punishment, it was restraint.
     ' Have you found her? ' Bron recognized the touch
of their oracle in his mind and he smiled. Zahra became the oracle last year
and Bron was glad they found her. She would reunite the lost Aje tribe and end
the centuries of punishment he and his brothers had endured. She sent him to
Puerto Rico to chase down her latest lead, and to say she was anxious was an
understatement.
      'I have not, Zahra, are you going to ask me every
twenty minutes?' He teased her.
     ' I'm impatient, my bad. I'll let you get back to
it. '  She told him sheepishly. ' You know you could have left Little
Lord here. I would have taken care of him.'
    Bron shrugged his shoulders forgetting Zahra couldn’t see
the movement.  ' We're fine. I thank you for the offer though. Now let
me get back to my task'.
    He spotted a break in the crowd and rushed to claim a spot
next to a cart selling beaded necklaces.
     ' Have you found the girl? ' The voice was gruff,
the Ijoye’s impatience clearly coming through the link they shared.
     ' Ijoye, you and Zahra are probably staring at each
other across from the dinner table. ' Bron sighed heavily. They lived in the
same house, and yet he usually relayed information to them one at a time, it
was telling of their tumultuous relationship. The woman he was sent to find was
important and he could understand their impatience, but the constant
interruptions made it hard to concentrate.
     ' She is in the other room. Fine, we will strive for
more patience.'
     ' Thank you, that way I won’t have to repeat
everything twice.' A glimpse of a familiar tattoo in the crowd caught his
attention and Bron tensed. He cut his link with the Ijoye.
     “Hold on tight, Little Lord.” His expression was
fierce. Most of the crowd parted as he pushed his way through them. He was
single-minded in his pursuit; blocking out everything but the familiar tattoo
he glimpsed...
    There.
    He spied the person moving between a restaurant and small
house. He frowned. The tattoos covered a very feminine shoulder. There were
female Ajo, the tribe's natural enemy, he just was not
prepared to engage one in battle while hundreds of people stood around. People
tended to intervene when a woman was being attacked. Humans had no way of
knowing the vampire like creatures were dangerous regardless of their sex.
    Bron sped up, catching up with her behind the restaurant.
She turned around and he stared at the beautiful, familiar face.
     Well, Hell.
    “Dalia?” he whispered, shocked. She was the woman he was
sent for, his chance for redemption with the tribe. His mind reeled. To bring
an Ajo into the tribe would put him far from the atonement he sought.
    It would cause a riot.
    Yet, on his mind was not how she would affect the tribe, but
the way her sultry eyes held him captivated. The picture he had of her in