to think about what might be hiding within its concealing depths.
As the threat appeared to lessen, she slowly became aware of her surroundings. Complete darkness had closed in around her.
Her heart thundered in reaction, sending the sting of panic rushing through her torso…her limbs. Her hands shook. Sweat dampened her skin. She had to keep going.
…I wouldn’t want to be out in these woods at night. The memory of the very words she’d thought only a couple of hours ago slammed into her head.
And here you are, another little voice taunted.
Blue muttered a curse. She reached beneath her button-up shirt and shook the light stick hanging on her chain. The black color of her shirt kept the glow hidden, but it was there and that’s all that mattered. She could make the dark go away if only a little. Instantly her heart rate dropped to a more normal pace.
Moving cautiously, she was almost to the front of the house. No more shots had been fired and she hadn’t sensed any signs of a tail. Maybe it was some local goofing off with target practice. If that was the case someone needed to instruct him on weapon safety. Those shots had been all too close for comfort. On second thought, Blue decided the guy needed his butt kicked L.A. style.
A twig snapped maybe ten yards behind her.
She stopped. Held her breath. Listened intently. And squinted into the consuming darkness without moving a muscle. There was something…
A whisper of foliage against fabric or maybe skin tingled her auditory senses.
He was closer…almost on top of her.
She darted to her right, then ran like hell, hoping to God she wouldn’t crash into a tree.
The light from the full moon pierced the thick overhead canopy from time to time, just enough to give her some sense of place and direction. A silent mantra trembled on her lips over and over keeping her focused. I’m not afraid of the dark. I’m not afraid of the dark. She had her gun and her light. They were all she needed.
In spite of the blood pounding in her brain and the occasional crashing sounds made by her plunge through the dense vegetation, every now and then she heard a snap or a rustle of underbrush behind her.
He was coming.
Harder, faster she surged forward, low-lying branches snagged at her clothes, her skin, like long bony fingers from the stone-cold hand of death.
Her shoe snagged on a root. She pitched forward and barely caught herself before she hit the ground.
He was almost on top of her now.
She pushed onward. Her lungs were beginning to burn for more oxygen. She couldn’t control her breathing anymore. Had to breathe deeper, faster. Had to have more air. What the hell? She was already making more than enough noise to give herself away.
She burst into a clearing, thigh-deep weeds and brush slapping at her jeans.
A shaft of moonlight glinted off something large…a building.
Blue lunged for it and took cover inside. A dank, musty odor immediately shrouded her. She crouched down, her weapon clenched in one hand as she braced the other on the floor for support while she caught her breath. She didn’t even want to know what the furry stuff under her fingers was. Moss maybe. She could hope.
She held her breath, released it slowly. Willed her heart rate to decrease. Forced her mind to focus on the impending threat…to pinpoint the direction and proximity. He couldn’t be far away.
Listening intently, analyzing each sound, she heard nothing but the resonance of the night bearing down on her.
The constant cry of cicadas.
The wind stirring the leaves.
Damn, it was dark.
She made herself as small as possible, hunkering in the blackness just inside the open doorway, her weapon leveled steadily in her right hand, her left hand now flattened against her chest, feeling for the small light stick beneath her shirt and drawing comfort as her fingers closed around it.
He moved.
She didn’t hear him and certainly didn’t see him, but she sensed the movement.
To her right…five yards away maybe.
She squinted in that direction and saw nothing. He couldn’t be that close. If he’d left the cover of the trees, she should have seen at least a glimpse of him or a glimmer of movement in the moonlight.
…roams around all hours of the night like some kindda vampire… Chester’s words echoed.
Glass jangled, jerking her gaze to the left.
Spirit bottles like the ones back at the house hung from the lowest limb of a nearby live oak. The bottles swayed, banging against each other from time to time, the moonlight glinting from their surfaces. A new kind of uneasiness slid through her and she called herself every kind of fool. She was not superstitious. And she damn sure didn’t believe in vampires.
The deep weeds rustled, yielding beneath a heavy footstep.
She looked right again, her heart jolting back into top speed.
Nothing.
There was nothing there.
Dammit.
There had to be.
“It’s safe to come out now, Maggie Callahan.”
Her heart skidded to a near-stop at the sound of the deep, male voice splitting the darkness, drowning out all other sound with its richness…its seeming oneness with the night.
“Whoever was shooting is gone now. You don’t have to be afraid.”
She blinked, peered as hard as she could in the direction of the voice, but saw nothing. She swore silently.
“Come out, Maggie Callahan,” he said, an underlying amusement in his silky tone now. She could almost see him smiling. “Let me show you the way back to the house before you stumble over something that bites.”
She gritted her teeth against a shudder. Who the hell was this guy? It wasn’t Lowell or Chester. There was a slight, ever so slight, drawl, but the voice was too deep and smooth to belong to either of them. It could be Drake, she considered, but she couldn’t imagine him running out into the darkness like this since his life was in danger already.
Not unless he’d lost his mind anyway.
“Who are you?” she demanded, giving away her position but seeing no way around it. She darted to the other side of the open doorway just to be safe, thankful that the ancient floor didn’t creak under her weight and the suddenness of her move.
“Maybe you’d prefer that I call you Blue.”
She tensed. He hadn’t given her a straightforward answer, but he’d narrowed the possibilities. Besides her family, only her close friends and the
