Chapter 11 Quinn sat across from Kat at the kitchen table drinking yet another cup of coffee, minus Grandmother Kathryn’s truth serum. Everything was silent except the sound of the radio playing soft music in the background. The news had just gone off which told Quinn the time was just a few minutes after seven in the evening. “So, what do we do now?” Kat asked with a tilt of her head. Quinn set down his cup and folded his arms on the table. “I say you move in with me first, and then we’ll deal with the rest as it comes.” Kat frowned, “I hope you’re not going to try and stop me from working at Moon Dance.” Quinn blinked, “Actually, I hadn’t even thought about asking you that. I was thinking more along the lines of when we’re going to have time to get away. With the murders and the vampire threat hanging over us… it might be a while.” Kat smiled thinking along the lines of a true honeymoon, “I wanna go to Hawaii.” “Demanding little thing aren’t you?” he gave

Chapter 13 Alicia knelt down in front of her dresser, then slowly pulled the bottom drawer all of the way out and laid it on the floor beside her. Holding her breath, she carefully lifted a small leather-bound book out of the hiding place. She still remembered the night she had found it. That was the last night she ever saw her father alive. Her mind flashed back to that night and she suppressed a shudder. She had come home from boarding school for Christmas. Everyone else was at the church for midnight mass but she had waited on her father. He’d forgotten all about her as he sat behind his desk on the phone with Malachi. Even as a child, she had felt his anger growing by the minute. The things he’d said about vampires that night had stayed in her nightmares for years… that a vampire had murdered Carlotta Santos thirty years ago… not him. He and Malachi argued something fierce but it had ended with her father confessing his love for Carlotta and his hatred for the vampire.