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It was my turn to be silent. But then, hell, it wasn

t like he didn

t know anything about the supernatural. I could tell him, I just didn

t want to.


I was watching her for our parents. Berget loved the park, loved being outside. So I took her to the biggest park in the city
late in the afternoon, close to dusk
.

My fingers found the collar of his shirt and I fiddled with it
;
of course he already knew all this, it was in the files on me and the case
,
no doubt.

Anyway, when we got there, I had this strange sensation of something not being right. I didn

t know what it was, but I told Berget to keep close.

We slid down a few more feet while I gathered myself. Much as I hated talking about this, I suddenly wanted O

Shea to know completely and
irrevocably
that it wasn

t me
who

d
killed Berget. But I wasn

t going to analyze why it was important to me, as my fingers brushed along the back of his neck.


There are some people who have blood pulsing through them that is . . .
““
I
tried
to find the right word.

Exotic
and tantalizing to
the
supernaturals who drink blood to live.

He kept shifting us lower
,
but still managed to sound as if we were just going for a walk in the park.

You mean like vampires?

I nodded, though he couldn

t see it.

Yes, and daywalkers
,
and a slew of other creatures too. I found out after she
went missing
that Berget had that kind of blood. It sings to the supernaturals, almost demands to be taken in a way. I don

t fully understand because it

s not something that

s a part of me
, nor is it a common
occurrence
. What I know is there are very few people with this kind of blood
who
make it to adulthood. Very few.

And that was the hardest truth about my job as a Tracker. So few of the children were brought home
to their families
alive
.


So what took her?


A pair of
vampires
.

I thought about Doran, how he

d wanted a taste of my blood
,
and I shivered.
Although I had no doubt my blood was tasty, I never would have made it to where I was now if I

d carried the same blood as Berget. I

d have been stolen and drained years ago.


So these
vampires
took your sister and you couldn

t stop them?

His words sliced
through me as if it had been only moments since Berget had been killed instead of years.


I was young and had no training
;
I didn

t know I was a Tracker. It was
after
Berget
went missing that my
abilities
awakened
.

And that was the crux of it. If she hadn

t been killed, I wouldn

t be able to help these other kids.
Yet,
I

d give them all up to have her back in my life, to have had a family that was whole and not shattered into pieces.
It was also a line Giselle had drilled into me as she

d trained me and Milly. I couldn

t change the past, but I had to use what it had given me in order to keep Berget

s death from being wasted.

Tears traced down my face in the
pitch-
black darkness
,
and
even though
O

Shea kept asking me questions, I couldn

t answer them. Not that it mattered anyway
.
I couldn

t change the past, and it was India

s life that now lay in the balance.

22

 

The bottom of the mineshaft was lit, the walls studded with sconces filled with a brilliant purple and red flame.


What the hell is that?

O

Shea

s
voice
was
hushed as he unhooked from the harness.


Witchlight. It

ll last until the maker of it is killed or chooses to extinguish the light for some reason.

I pulled out a sword a
nd
scanned the area
, flicking the flashlight on even though there was plenty of light
. The mine itself was good size, tall enough that I couldn

t see the ceiling and wider than a four lane highway.
Unfortunately
, I could just imagine all the nasty creatures need
ing
so
much room to
maneuver
.

First, we had to find the
actual crossing point to make it to the other side of the veil. I glanced over to O

Shea, then handed him the other sword.

Here, you

d better take this.

He took a few practice swings
;
his form was pretty good. In fact,
his
last swipe was a move only some who trained with blades would know. I frowned at him, and he shrugged.


I started to take lessons once I realized you only carried knives and swords. Figured I might have to fight you one day.

Damn, his foresight
was going to serve me well. Even if he

d only learned so he could kick
my
ass. For some reason, th
e
thought made me smile.

There were three options as to which direction to take, but only one tunnel was lit with
Witchlight
. I pointed with my sword.

Follow the freaky purple light.

O

Shea followed me, letting me lead without an argument. Which was good
,
all things considered. We needed to be quiet, subtle
,
and ideally break in and out with India without being noticed. If I could have crossed my fingers I would have, but as it was
,
I kept my hopes high and my eyes wide open.

From a distance, I picked up the sounds o
f voices
—arguing
voices carr
ying
through the cavern as though they were much closer than they actually were.


You said we could be together this way
,

a
woman said, her voice cracking.

I left my family

s
Coven
for you!


It

s temporary. We have to see how this
Coven
operates. Stop being so fucking whiny.
It

s your
goddamned
fault we got kicked out of the circle and stuck on guard duty. Stupid bitch.

Her male companion snapped at her.


Nice guy.

I muttered.

There was nowhere to hide, so we stepped back
behind
the
slight curve we

d just come around. Again, I didn

t need to say anything, O

Shea just followed my lead. Maybe he wasn

t Milly, but he did seem to have some redeeming points.

We crouched against the rough cut wall
. The
cool water dripp
ing
down the sides slipped along my arm to drop off the edge of my hand
, which
gripped my sword. I motioned slightly to O

Shea. He was to go high, I

d go low. The barest flicker of his eyelids told me he understood.

Flowing green robes spun into view and I struck hard and fast, the borrowed blade slicing through the flesh of the female
Coven
member

s stomach
and
pinning her to the ground. I heard a grunt above me to see O

Shea dispatch the other
Coven
member, a man dressed in a red silk shirt and black pants that had been stuffed into tall boots.

The woman whimpered and lifted her hands

I knew a spell prep when I saw it. Dropping to my knees, I straddled her chest and pinned her hands above her head.

Hold these for me, would you?

I
turned to look
over my shoulder. O

Shea

s face was grim, but he nodded and stepped around us to put his hands over the woman

s wrists.

I ignored O

Shea

s frown.

Where is the entrance?

’’

She shook her head.

I can

t tell you.

I let out a sigh.

Your man is dead and you

re going to follow in his nasty
-
ass footsteps if you don

t tell us how to get across the veil. Now where

s the entrance?

She blinked large blue eyes up at me, as if she could con me into letting her go with a few bats of her eyelashes

no doubt
,
it had worked for her in the past
.
Reaching down, I pulled the sword out of her stomach and she let out a gasp. Before she could say anything, O

Shea

s hand clamped over her mouth. I didn

t know whether to be happy or freaked out that he knew what was going to happen. Steeling myself, I
pulled a short knife from my boot and
jammed
it into the wound,
push
ing until I could feel the resistance of
one of her internal
organ
s
, a kidney by the location of it
.

Tell me now where the entrance is.

I bank
ed on the notion
she wasn

t accustomed to torture
.

She struggle
d
, her eyes full of fear and pain. I had a hard time feeling bad for her when I thought of how many kids this
Coven
had stolen. No, I wouldn

t feel bad
.
I
forced myself to push harder
, popping through the organ

s walls,
until her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out.


Now what?

O

Shea

s
eyes bor
ed
into mine.

I refused to look away.

We wait for her to come around
, and
then ask again. We need the exact entrance or we

ll walk right past it
.

I
wasn

t
yet ready to explain what crossing the veil entailed. Nor did I want to try and explain that he probably couldn

t cross with me
and
would be left behind.

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