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With the scent of her fear and blood filling the air, she was easy to track. Cain found her lying against the trunk of a wide sycamore, her face creased with pain.
    His heart still raced from exertion. He was a sight to see, fangs still distended, eyes gone feral. He didn’t care. Destiny would come with him, and he would wipe her mind once and for all. This woman was more trouble than she was worth. He stood with his booted feet planted firmly apart and his arms held away from his body, prepared to restrain her if need be. He sighed in exasperation when she retrieved the damn bow again, complete with new arrow.
    “What are you doing here?” he barked.
    Rather than answer him, because that would be too easy, she asked, “What are you?”
    He rolled his eyes. He was furious that because of this damn woman’s insistent need to pretend to be some star reporter, she had not only endangered herself, but endangered Anna, his very sweet, innocent, and pregnant sister-in-law.
    His twin, Adam, would now want to kick Cain’s ass worse than that beast had. Cain mentally smirked as he realized Adam, one, couldn’t kick his ass if he tried and, two, wouldn’t try because anything he did to Cain, he was essentially doing to his wife.
    Pulling his mind back to the present, he looked at the rumpled heap of female before him and shouted, “You could have died!” She raised the weapon and he gave a sardonic laugh. “What do you plan to do with that? What? Did you get bored with your microphone? Decided you’d move up to bigger and better toys?”
    “Don’t come near me!” she warned. “I’ll shoot you. I know what you are!”
    Okay, time to take charge. He began to press into her mind. Calmly he said, “Put the weapon down, Destiny.” When she ignored the command and pointed the weapon directly at his heart, he frowned. “I said, put it down.”
    “No. Did you kill those women?”
    Why wasn’t his compulsion working? He scowled at her. “Put it down!” Nothing. “Why won’t you do as I say?” Taking a fortifying breath, he cleared his mind and tried again. “You will drop the weapon and then come with me to the bottom of the mountain. You will forget everything you saw here tonight—”
    His command was interrupted by her shrill shout. “Are you crazy? I’m going right to the police—”
    He growled. Enough was enough. He began to march toward her. He was going to rip that damn bow and arrow out of her hands. Stupid little mortal toy. What the hell did she think she would do with that? Let her see how brave and disobedient she was once he disarmed her.
    She scrambled back, and he grinned slowly and evilly at her first and sudden sign of intelligence, of fear. She should be afraid. She had pushed him far enough.
    The tight snap followed by the swift whizzing sound was the only warning he had. The arrow punched through his chest and embedded its sharp little metal point right in the center of his heart. No .
    Bewildered, he worked to raise his weakening arm to the wound and was again slammed with shock that the bitch had shot him when his fingers brushed the rod protruding from his chest. The slightest movement sent a jolt of pain lancing through his body. A pool of crimson began to bloom across his white shirt.
    “ Meu Deus , I didn’t mean to do that, but you were coming after me,” she said breathlessly as she tossed the now-useless bow aside.
    He dropped to his knees with a pained grunt. His vision began to wink in and out. His mind was detaching from his conscience, being pulled into a deep sleep. He couldn’t afford to sleep. He was weak and would be rendered helpless the moment sleep overtook him. Not to mention he was in the presence of a murdering psychopath and a trigger-happy reporter. There was also a feeish vampyre on the loose.
    With each pull of darkness came flashes of Anna. She was hurt. He had done this to her when he swore he would never let harm come to her again. He slowly lifted his