her up, it was time to close for the night.
It went quickly. They’d worked together long enough to cruise through the process of shutting things down, and with the ghost finally gone, Cass wasn’t distracted.
Genevieve’s boyfriend picked her up, but they waited until Cass was in her car before they drove off. She gave them a quick wave as they left and reached for the ignition. Nothing happened. Her heart sped up. It was dark, the parking lot was deserted and the idea of being stuck here didn’t give her the warm fuzzies.
Cass turned the key again. Still nothing.
Reluctantly, she popped the hood and opened her door. She didn’t know much about engines, but maybe something was loose and she could slide it back into place. She gingerly jiggled a few cables, but everything seemed connected.
“Piece of crap,” she said and slammed the hood shut. For an instant she considered giving the tire a kick, but her sneakers wouldn’t keep her from breaking a toe.
A shimmery warmth filled her and she realized the ghost had returned. “You know,” she told him, “you could be useful and wield some poltergeist powers to get my engine started.” Nothing. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.”
Leaning her hips against the grille, Cass tried to remember whether any of her friends had brothers or boyfriends who knew how to fix engines. The squeal of tires made her straighten and look up. She turned in time to see a pickup truck come skidding around the corner of the big department store.
Cass hurried around the hood. Get in the car. She needed to be inside with her cell phone, ready to call 9-1-1.
The other vehicle’s headlights were off. That wasn’t good. Her stomach knotted.
The truck passed beneath a light and a glint caught her eye. What made her freeze, though, was the man on the passenger side. He looked familiar. That couldn’t be—
Hands pushed her to the ground and Cass felt a warm weight settle over her.
Gunfire erupted.
She flinched and the man on top of her curved his body around hers.
Something—a bullet maybe—hit asphalt near her face, sending a spray of debris her way. She closed her eyes and brought her hands up to shield herself.
Tires squealed again and the engine roared as the driver gunned it. Cass lifted her head and saw the shooters leaving at high speed. She started to shake. So she’d been a vampire hunter, big deal. No one had ever shot at her before. If this guy hadn’t shown up and pushed her to the ground, she might be dead.
His weight eased off her and Cass got to her hands and knees. “Hey, thanks. I guess I locked up there for a second.” She climbed to her feet slowly, giving her legs a chance to stop trembling. “But when I saw that gun and the man holding it—”
Cass stopped short, blinked hard and looked again. Her savior wasn’t some passing good Samaritan, it was her ghost. She recognized his energy—only he wasn’t looking quite so spectral at the moment. He remained mostly translucent, but she could see him. She took in the tousled light brown hair, the handsome face, the vivid blue eyes, and gasped.
The last vampire she’d slain had just saved her life.
CHAPTER TWO
Cass drove through the darkened streets of L.A., her hands clenched around the steering wheel. One of the police officers who’d responded to the shooting had gotten her car started, but that was the only good thing that had happened since she left the store tonight.
What did she do now?
The vampire hunters wanted her dead and she knew how they worked. They’d be watching her apartment. If she were stupid enough to go there, they’d pick her off. Cass had no clue what she’d done to anger them, but she’d recognized Quentin as the shooter.
The name made her shudder. She’d had one run-in with him when she’d been part of that group, but that encounter was enough for Cass to realize the guy was psycho. And he was after her. On orders. It had to be on orders because he was a follower, not a leader. It wasn’t comforting news. The organization wouldn’t stop until the mission was completed.
Turning to her friends was out. None of them were aware she’d been a hunter and she couldn’t tell them. Besides, it would put them in danger. Her former coworkers didn’t care about collateral damage and the biggest risk any of her friends had faced was driving on the freeways.
The police weren’t an option, either. What could she say? Hey, you’re wrong about it being a random drive-by shooting. That guy with the gun? Yeah, he and I were both vampire hunters. Sure. They’d think she was a whack job.
Maybe if she were a better liar, she could tell the cops some story and they’d believe it. Problem was she sucked at lying. She always had.
Cass eased the car to stop at a traffic light and tried to beat back the panic. She had nowhere to go, no one she could ask for help, and to make things extra difficult, she didn’t have much money. Her emergency credit card wasn’t an option. It could be traced and the hunters had the resources to do that.
Another car pulled beside her and her anxiety level skyrocketed. When the light went green, Cass hit the accelerator so fast, her sedan lurched into motion. She had to get a hold on herself. If she let her fear get the upper hand, she’d make it easier for the hunters. They’d have—
“Where are we going?” a voice asked from beside her.
Cass cut herself off midscreech and jerked her gaze to the passenger seat. Her ghost was back. Relief flooded her.
“Watch the road!” he ordered.
His urgency registered. She yanked the steering wheel, bringing the car back into its lane and narrowly missing the oncoming vehicle. Cass got a long honk for her efforts. “You scared the hell out of me!”
“Sorry.”
He didn’t sound sorry, but she took a deep breath and let it go. She had bigger problems to worry about. “Go away. I don’t have time for you.”
“You don’t really want me to leave.”
“Yes, I do. Really.”
“If I do as you ask, who helps keep you alive, Cassandra?”
“Cass. I don’t like being called Cassandra. And right, like I’m supposed to believe you want to help me. I killed you, remember?” A sudden realization dawned on her. “You’re here for revenge, aren’t you?”
“No. In your case, retribution would be wasted energy. You were young and I’ve seen no hatred in you. My assumption was that you obeyed orders, nothing more.” He didn’t wait for her to respond before continuing, “Besides, I’m not dead.”
Relief flooded her. Maybe she was being stupid, but Cass believed him about not wanting to hurt her. And he had saved her life earlier. Then the last thing he said registered. She shook her head, but kept her gaze on the road. “You are dead. I read about ghosts and you guys hang around because you believe you’re still alive, but you’re not. Trust me. I drove that stake into
