“But I sensed those women.”

“They’re both young Vampires, still learning to adjust to their new way of life. Sort of like you,” he said with a grin.

No doubt Savanah and the two fledglings would get stronger in time, he thought. If they lived long enough.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“You mentioned my mother,” Savanah remarked as Rane pulled away from the curb. “Did you really save her life?”

“Yeah.”

“And she saved yours? How?”

“I was out hunting late one night and I came across your mother in an alley. She was a new hunter back then, trying to make her first kill.”

“How do you know that?”

“She told me.”

Savanah turned in her seat so she was facing Rane, eager to hear more about the mother she scarcely remembered. “Go on.”

“Well, it was kind of like that old story about the hunter who tracked a cougar until he caught him and discovered the cougar wouldn’t let him go. The Vampire was about to sink his fangs into your mother’s throat when I came along.”

“Why did you help her and not him?”

Rane shrugged. “I’ve always been a sucker for the underdog, and she was outmatched in every way. I stepped in and pulled the Vampire off her, and he turned on me. He was one of the old ones.” Rane shook his head at the memory. “Strong as an ox. He grabbed me and buried his fangs in my throat, then held me down and let me bleed. I might have bled out, but your mother came up behind him and drove a stake into his back. It pierced his heart and he turned to dust right there in front of us.”

Savanah shuddered at the grisly image.

“Anyway, there I was, lying on the ground, bleeding, with your mother standing over me. I figured I’d bought the farm for sure. Instead, she told me we were even, but that if she ever saw me again, she’d take my head.” Rane grinned. “She was a tough broad, that one.”

Savanah smiled faintly. Maybe things really did happen for a reason, she thought. Rane had saved her mother’s life and now, years later, he was here, protecting hers, because her mother had let him live.

“Do you know who killed her?”

He shook his head. “No, but we can ask Mara when she gets back from Egypt. She might know.” Of course, there was no telling when that might be.

“Thank you for telling me about my mom,” Savanah said as Rane pulled into the driveway. “And for taking me into town. It was good to get out of the house for a while.”

He nodded. “Anytime.” Switching off the engine, he exited the car and opened her door for her. Savanah grabbed her package from the back seat, then took Rane’s outstretched hand. They had only taken a few steps when he came to an abrupt halt. Lifting his head, he sniffed the wind.

“What is it, a skunk?” Savanah asked, although she couldn’t smell anything other than the scent of pine trees and the honeysuckles that grew near the front porch.

“A little more dangerous than that.”

Alarmed, she glanced around. Anyone, anything, could be hiding in the shadows. The night that had once seemed so lovely now seemed fraught with danger. Fear of the unknown sent a shiver down her spine.

“Stay close,” Rane warned as he continued up the path.

“Like glue,” she muttered.

Rane paused at the front door, his senses reaching beyond the barrier. There was no one inside. The house was empty.

“Rane?” Savanah tugged on his arm. “You’re scaring me.”

“Someone’s been here.” He removed the Supernatural barriers he had placed around the door, then opened it and stepped inside.

“Are you sure?” Savanah looked behind her, her gaze probing the shadows. Was the prowler still there, lurking in the darkness even now?

“Don’t worry, they’re gone.”

“How do you know?”

Rane glanced at her over his shoulder as he crossed the threshold, his expression clearly reminding her that he was no ordinary man.

“Oh, right,” she muttered. “Superman lives.”

“I guess that makes you Lois Lane,” he said as he switched on the lights. He locked and bolted the door; then, summoning his powers, he replaced the protective barriers around the house.

Savanah dropped her purse and shopping bag on the sofa. “Do you know who it was?”

“No, but I’ve got a pretty good idea what they were hoping to find.”

“The books!” Savanah exclaimed, her eyes wide. “My mother’s books.”

“Right the first time.”

“What if whoever tried to get in is still here?”

“They’re gone.”

“How can you be sure? What if they’re hiding somewhere in the house?”

“They didn’t get in.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Savanah sank down on the sofa. “You’re sure they didn’t get in? That the books are still here?”

“I’m sure.” He sat beside her, his arm slipping around her shoulders to draw her closer. “Why don’t you destroy those books? You’ll never be safe as long as you’ve got them.”

“I can’t. I have so little that belonged to my mother….”

“Would she think they’re worth your life?”

“I don’t know. So,” she said, changing the subject, “did your supernose tell you who was here?”

Rane shook his head in exasperation. She was a stubborn creature, but somehow, it only endeared her to him more. “It wasn’t a scent I recognized,” he said, answering her question.

“Was it a Vampire?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, that’s a first.”

He grunted softly. “Whoever it was, they were wearing something to mask their scent. I’m not sure what they used, but it was common enough during the war.”

“Were you involved in that?”

“Not as involved as Mara and the rest of my family.” He had kept to the sidelines, getting his licks in when he got a chance.

“Tell me about her, about Mara.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Is she really as old as they say?”

He nodded.

“And she’s your godmother?”

“Yeah. She’s the one who named me. And Rafe. She came to see us every now and then while we were growing up, checking on us, bringing us presents at Christmas and on our birthday. We didn’t even know she was a Vampire until after we were turned.” He laughed softly. “Rafe and I look older than she does.”




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