Saved at Sunrise
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Contents
Excerpt from
Chosen at Nightfall
Chapter One
“Do not put yourselves in any jeopardy. Your job is to infiltrate the gang by showing
interest in joining, find out if they’re using murder as a rite of initiation, and
then get out. Alive.”
“That’s my plan, too.” Della Tsang answered with sass looking up at Burnett James,
one of the Shadow Falls Academy owners who also just so happened to work for the FRU—Fallen
Research Unit—which was basically the FBI of the supernatural world.
“We don’t want you to bring anyone in. We don’t want you to take care of the bad guys.”
Burnett continued staring right at her.
Afternoon sun poured into the window of the Shadow Falls office behind him. The crystals
sitting on shelves caught the light and cast rainbow-colored mirages on the wall.
They danced and shifted as if magical. And maybe they were. Crap like that happened
all the time here.
“Actually, Burnett said, drawing Della’s attention back to him, “we don’t think this
is the group, but if it is, with your testimony, we’ll have enough proof to get a
search warrant and we’re pretty damn positive we should find all the evidence we need
to convict.”
Burnett, six feet plus, with dark hair and eyes, was a hard-ass who worried way too
much, but being a vampire like herself, Della respected him and his hardassness.
She just wished the respect was mutual. Seriously, didn’t he trust her? Didn’t he
know she could friggin’ take care of herself? Did he really have to go over this
again
?
“I understand, sir.” Steve, the brown-haired, brown-eyed, great-bodied guy sitting
next to her spoke up when she didn’t. For the first time, Della noticed his voice
held a hint of a Southern accent that wasn’t just Texan.
Della glanced over. Steve gave Burnett his complete attention. What an ass-kisser.
Steve was evidence that Burnett didn’t trust her. Why else would Burnett insist Steve
go with her? She didn’t need the shape-shifter. He was just going to slow her down.
“Wait,” Burnett said, pacing across the office again. “Let me rephrase that. I don’t
want you to just get out alive. I want you to get out just the way you went in. Not
wounded, not bruised, and for God’s sake, don’t leave any dead bodies behind. You
got that?”
“Now you’re taking all the fun out of it,” Della smarted off.
Burnett growled. “I’m not joking and if you can’t take this seriously then get your
vampire butt out of here, because I’m not playing around.”
Della slumped back in her chair, knowing when to shut her mouth. She really wanted
to do this assignment for the FRU. Wanted to win Burnett’s respect. Everyone needed
someone to impress. And since impressing her parents wasn’t an option anymore, she’d
settle for Burnett.
Not that impressing anyone was the only reason she wanted to go. Even before she’d
been turned into a vampire, she’d considered a career in criminal justice—something
that allowed her to kick butt. Of course, her parents had frowned on that. They had
her earmarked to be a doctor. They had her earmarked to be a lot of things.
But not a vampire.
Not that they knew what she was. The way Della figured it, if they went bat-shit crazy
just because she’d stopping eating rice—which after being turned tasted like curdled
toe jam—how the hell were they going to accept that she was a blood-drinking vampire?
The answer was obvious. They wouldn’t, couldn’t accept it.
Lucky for her, she’d been accepted into Shadow Falls—a boarding school for supernaturals—and
didn’t have to worry what her parents thought about her choice of careers, or whether
she ate her rice or not. And yet … now Della couldn’t help but question if they ever
thought or worried about her at all. Did they sit down to eat dinner and notice her
chair was empty? Did her mom ever forget and set an extra plate at the table?
She doubted it.
Yes, they came to the parents’ day visitations, but they were always the first to
leave, and eager to do it. Especially her father, the man Della had spent her entire
life trying to impress.
A daddy’s girl, her mom used to call her.
Not anymore.
No doubt her sister had taken over that role.
Turning vampire hadn’t been Della’s choice. It was one of those things life slapped
on your ass and you just had to accept it. Which meant she’d had to accept that her
family would never be able to accept her. Not that it really bothered her. Not anymore.
She was so over it.
“Am I making myself clear?” Burnett asked, yanking her back to reality.
“One hundred percent,” Della said, working hard to keep her attitude from spilling
over.
“Yes, sir.” Steve nodded.
Yup, an ass-kisser.
“Okay, you got your orders?” Burnett said. “You know where to go and what your cover
is? They expect you to meet them at four in the morning. Don’t be late, don’t be too
early. Don’t let them lure you back to their compound. The policy, if they follow
their own policy, is that three of the members will meet with you to talk. You get
the information about joining, you get out.”
“Got it.” Della held up the brown envelope.
And you’ve gone over this ten times.
“Then go get your things.” Burnett eyed Della. “And please, don’t make me regret sending
you on this.”
“You won’t,” Della said.
Della and Steve stood to leave.
“Steve,” Burnett said. “Give me a few minutes.”
Della looked from Steve to Burnett. What the hell did he need to talk with Steve about
that couldn’t be said in front of her?
Burnett shifted his gaze to Della and then cut his eyes to the door.
Frowning, Della shot up from the chair and left. She stopped about fifty feet from
the porch, holding her breath and not moving a muscle. Hoping Burnett wasn’t still
listening, she tuned her own vampire hearing and waited to discover what the hell
was up. The afternoon sun spilled over the trees, casting shadows on the ground as
she stood frozen in one spot.
“I’m trusting you to keep Della safe,”
Burnett said.
Della inwardly growled at Burnett’s chauvinistic approach and fought the need to rush
back in there and give him some lip.
I’m the one who’s gonna have to protect
his
butt!
“I do not believe this is the gang we’re looking for.”
Burnett’s voice carried well.
“Or I wouldn’t be sending you two. This is just a clearance check. But that doesn’t
mean this group isn’t dangerous.”
“
Don’t worry,”
Steve’s deep voice answered.
“I’ll keep her in my sight at all times.”
Like hell you will.
She already had a plan of doing a little side trip, and she didn’t need Steve tagging
along.
* * *
At six that evening they arrived at the cabin the FRU had rented them right outside
the vampire compound. To call the place a dump would have been like calling one of
those roach-coach vans fine dining.
Of course, she and Steve were supposed to look like a couple of supernatural teen
runaways. She supposed it would have looked suspicious if they’d rented anything with
even part of a star attached to its reputation. But damn, this was supposed to have
been a fun trip.
She wasn’t a prima donna, but sleeping on a mattress that was more dust mites than
filling, with sheets that looked as if they hadn’t been changed in a year or so wasn’t
her idea of fun. The bed’s covers were half on and half off the mattress, and the
pillow sported an indented greasy spot in the center as if someone with not-so-clean
hair had slept there.
Or maybe died there.
As disgusting as that thought was, one even worse hit. Someone had probably done the
humpty dance on that bed.
Yuck.
She could probably get a disease sleeping on it.
Walking back into the tiny living area, she found Steve staring at the sofa with about
as much distaste as she had while gaping at the bed.
“Come to think about it, I’ll take the sofa,” she said. “And I don’t want to hear
any shit. There ain’t no one going to get past me.”
They had flown here. Not on a jet. Him as a Peregrine falcon—which meant he was fast—and
her as a, well, a vampire—which meant she was faster. Vamps and shape-shifters being
the only two species who could really fly. Well, an occasional witch, but Miranda,
her Wiccan roommate, swore they really didn’t travel around on brooms.
However, Steve and Della’s mode of transportation also meant they really hadn’t spoken
since they’d left Shadow Falls, with the exception of when they’d first walked into
the cabin and he’d insisted she take the bed. And why? Because if someone came through
the door he would stop them.
That downright pissed her off. She almost called him on being a complete chauvinistic
pig, but then realized that if she wanted to sneak out later, she wouldn’t want him
traipsing into the living room before morning and finding her gone.
Since he came across as the type with manners, and morals and stuff, who wouldn’t
come into a girl’s bedroom—at least not without an invitation—she’d kept her mouth
shut.
Face it, she’d take the odds of him finding her gone to the odds of those mattress
germs finding her body, hands down.
Steve cut his soft brown eyes to her and a knowing smile spread his lips. He ran a
hand through his brown hair, which he wore a tad longer than most guys. The strands
fell right back into place, looking instantly styled. She doubted he went to some
professional salon to get that look, but it almost appeared like he did.
His smile widened and he tucked one hand into his jeans pocket. The stance made the
muscles in that arm bulge. “So what you’re saying is that the bed is worse than the
sofa?”
“I didn’t say that.” She tried not to laugh, but something close to it slipped out
of her mouth. She tried not to stare at his crooked smile and what it did to his lips
and eyes. Or how his muscled arms looked like a safe place to fall. She’d give anything,
even half a bra size to make him … ugly. And unlike her two roommates at Shadow Falls,
she didn’t have much bra size to offer.
She continued to stare at him. She could have dealt with an ugly guy much better than
one who looked like he’d just walked off of some men’s soap advertisement. And hell,
she thought, breathing in his aroma, you’d think after spending the last two hours
as a bird, he wouldn’t smell like he used some spicy-smelling men’s soap, but he did.
He smelled … awesome, and that ticked her off, too.
If she were a witch like her bigger-boobed roommate, Miranda, she’d change him into
a repulsive fowl/foul-smelling guy. And she’d also make him less … nice. She didn’t
like nice.
The only nice person Della had grown fond of was Kylie. And she was so nice, even
Della couldn’t hate her. Well, right now, Della did hate her. Hated her for leaving.
And if she didn’t get her butt back to Shadow Falls soon, Della was going to drag
her friend back kicking and screaming. Sure, Kylie had gone to meet her newly discovered
grandfather and learn more about her species, but plain and simple, she belonged at
Shadow Falls. Someone had to keep Della and Miranda from killing each other. And no
one was better at that than Kylie.
“We could both sleep on the sofa,” Steve said, and damn if he didn’t sound serious.