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Authors: Linda Thomas-Sundstrom Nancy Holder Chris Marie Green

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As the old guy bit her again and again—as if he wanted to eat her—the trellis broke an inch, another, and Dawn brought up her elbow, smashing it into her attacker’s temple.

He reared back, and that was enough to break the trellis, sending them both tumbling the rest of the way.

They hit the ground, and Dawn’s lungs pushed out all the air she had. But adrenaline was animating her, forcing her to her feet so she could grab the piece of trellis that had cracked off. She brandished it like a staff to ward off this...thing.

Not a vampire. What was it?

She looked around, gaining her bearings, and her mind began to function properly.

Three of these things
, she thought.

All dressed in black, hunched and circling her. The old man who’d attacked her was face-first on the ground, making animal sounds of pain, and Dawn realized that he’d fallen on something that had injured him.

The other two were shaded by a shadow cast by her house, but Dawn could still see the whites of their eyes and how their arms were curved at their sides as they breathed, in, out.

Were they growling at her, too?

Hellhounds
, she thought.

No. These were human-like creatures, not dogs.

Then another possibility.
Fast and furious zombies? Revenants raised from the dead by something or someone on Samhain?

Whatever these weirdos were, they were angry, and they weren’t stopping, as the guy who’d been lying on the ground rolled to his side, revealing the blood on his stomach where he’d landed on jagged, pointed rock. Even so, he crawled over the sand, as if homing in on Dawn at all costs. He left a trail of blood, and even if he was making a sad attempt to get at her, he was still covering some ground.

“What the hell are you?” she whispered, and she had no idea why she’d even tried.

She thought she heard one of them—the shortest and smallest one—make a twisted sound from the shadows. It made no sense at all, but something about the voice kicked in a thousand fractured memories that swirled around each other: Vampires and blood...

Out of habit, Dawn broke the trellis stick in two, forming a cross.

Turned out crosses didn’t work on these guys, but when the two creatures who were standing on their feet rushed Dawn, she was ready, lifting up the two ragged sticks and aiming at the things’ left sides, where their hearts would be.

They didn’t seem to give a shit that she was about to stab them. In fact, the freaks ran right into her sticks, impaling themselves.

Dawn jumped away so fast that she fell to her ass, crab-scrambling backward, sand flying out from under her.

They were still coming.

And now that the two things that had been in the shadows had emerged into the moonlight, Dawn could see more of them.

One was an even older man with a bald head, withered skin, and those rolled-back eyes. He was holding a chain.

But it was the other one—the smallest—that Dawn couldn’t stop looking at.

Familiar...Light hair, a slight overbite, high cheekbones...

It couldn’t be. Not when the team had blown up the Underground in London and Lilly Meratoliage had been in the midst of the explosion.

Dawn didn’t have time to figure it out, because the girl was holding what looked to be nunchucks, and even with a stake in her, she was gearing up to attack.

Shitshitshit. Dawn wished she had those stakes back so she could use them again. Stabbing the left side of a Meratoliage—one of the dragon’s custodians and bodyguards—didn’t work, because the family was genetically bred to have their hearts on the opposite side of their bodies.

Shit times a hundred.

The rock-impaled sideburn man on the ground was still groping at the sand as he mindlessly advanced toward Dawn, but she didn’t worry about him—not when the even older bald guy had started to spin his chain at his side and when pseudo-Lilly was starting to run at Dawn, grasping her nunchucks in one hand while dropping to all threes, just like a hellhound that Dawn had initially mistaken the group for.

Her mind raced now. What to do? How to fight these creatures?

And with what?

She grabbed the only thing available—the sand. Two handfuls of it.

The girl arrived first, and Dawn held her breath, then hurled a fistful of sand right in the she-creature’s face.

She reared back, making a guttural sound, whipping her head back and forth and blinking those awful white eyes as they seemed to roll even further back in her head. Her mouth was still shaped in a scream.

But Dawn didn’t notice for how long, because the old man with the chain was approaching with more methodical malice, his blank gaze trained on her like weak lasers. He spun the chain around his head, like a lasso, and Dawn had the feeling that he was ready to duck the other handful of sand she’d planned to throw at him.

She steadied her breathing, trying to think like a stunt woman—no, a hunter—again.

Then she knew what to do.

Just as she was about to jump-flip to a stand and use her legs to windmill the guy off balance, something exploded from behind her.

Or maybe it was just the beginning of an explosion, a projectile fired from a weapon, because right in front of her, the old man burst into a mess of sprayed blood.

Dawn took cover, curving her arms over her head as she got into a ball, then looked up to see what the hell had happened.

The first thing she noticed was that the girl was gone, and so was the sideburn man who’d fallen on the rock. Had he retreated while Dawn wasn’t looking?

Had
the girl
?

The second thing was that Jonah had walked out from behind Dawn and was already inspecting the pool of gore that the old bald man had left behind. Jonah held a grenade launcher with one hand as, with his other, he picked up the bloodied chain.

Dawn grimaced, then said, “What was that, Jonah?”

As he turned to look at her, she thought for a moment,
“What if it’s not Jonah? What if Costin is still in his body?”

But then, in the moonlight, she saw that his eyes were blue, not the topaz color that indicated Costin had taken him over, and relief sighed through her. She liked her Costin peaceful, not as the berserk warrior who had once followed the dragon’s orders before he’d been recruited to take the vampire master down.

Meanwhile, her soul stain didn’t react one way or the other, although the dragon was beating inside of her again, as if sarcastically slow-clapping at the sight of blood.

Jonah flashed her one of his charming smiles. “You’re welcome, Dawn. Are there any more freaks around?”

“Not that I know of.”

When she stood, her knees were weak. God, it’d been a long time since she’d thrown down.

But a tiny thrill shooting through her made her wonder if it’d been
too
long.

She went over to the remnants of the old man, but she didn’t get too close. The dragon was getting more excited.

“Thank you,” she finally said to Jonah. Grudgingly.

“You all right?”

“Of course I am.” Dim bulb. She didn’t need him to be saving her ass.

“I was taking a break from Costin and the research. I came upstairs to see how you were doing and heard a stir outside, so I raided the upstairs weapons locker.”

Ever since defeating the dragon’s bloodline, they hadn’t been on high security. All their doo-dads and items of destruction had been stored away.

Were things about to change?

Jonah asked, “How many were there?”

“Three altogether. Two now.”

Dawn looked off into the distance, then down to the trail of blood that the injured old man with the sideburns had left. Her shoulder, where he’d bitten her, ached. Probably she should clean the wound right away because God knew what kind of chaos could result from a revenant bite.

If that’s what she’d just tangled with.

She turned to Jonah. “You’re not gonna believe what I think I saw.”

Before she even told him about Lilly Meratoliage, Jonah had an appetite in his gaze, and Dawn was shocked to realize that she felt it, too. The soul stain had wiped out so much feeling from her before that she’d blocked out most other emotions. Including boredom.

Including the craving of a hunter who would love to come out of retirement tonight.

 

FOUR

The Chain

 

 

“I swear,” Dawn said. “It was her. Lilly Meratoliage.”

She was downstairs in the foyer as she faced Kiko and Natalia, who’d just arrived, plus Jonah and Costin.

Of course, invisible Costin didn’t have a face for her to actually
face
, but as she looked at all of them, she imagined that he would have the same expression as the others.

Seriously?

Or maybe they just suspected that, because of the midnight-hour change in Dawn, she’d gone a little loco.

Costin swirled around her. He’d been belatedly tracking the creatures fleeing the beach, but hadn’t been successful. The blood trail had stopped, just like that.

“You had a good look at her, did you?” he asked.

“Pretty good.” Dawn finished zipping up the nylon, high-necked black jacket she’d changed into after using an advanced healing gel the team had developed during more active days. It tingled, keeping her from feeling the ache of the bite on her shoulder. “But Lilly’s face isn’t what I remember the most about her. Every damned time she attacked me in London, she was wearing that ninja mask, so I got to know the way she moved more than anything. Tonight, it was like seeing a ghost in motion. She’s alive.”

But when Dawn recalled the rolled-back white eyes, the odd shape of the attackers’ silent-scream mouths, she wasn’t so sure about the term she’d used. Undead was more like it.

Kiko ran a hand through the shaggy blond hair that he’d grown out. He’d also gone back to wearing that soul patch under his lip. “Who were the other two things with Lilly?”

“Don’t know. Buddies she picked up in hell?”

Natalia, who was petite, but still a few inches taller than Kiko, had banded back her ultra-curly dark hair. Her Romanian accent was still prominent, even though she was an ace at English now. “We’re speaking as if we’re certain she’s Lilly Meratoliage.”

“For the sake of argument,” Jonah said, his buff arms crossed over his chest, “let’s say she is. But we’ll know for sure when Kiko and Natalia go outside to get some vibes out of what’s left of victim number one.”

The old bald man with the chain. Since Kiko and Natalia had psychometric powers, they might be able to glean information about Dawn’s attackers solely through touch.

Jonah had donned a belt, and holstered blades hung from it. So did a silver-bullet filled revolver. Dawn had put on a few choice weapons, too—a machete, her own revolver, a couple of knives... Things she could still use without needing to sharpen up her dulled skills too much.

They escorted everyone out back, toward the blood that still marked the sand. The old man’s chain rested on top, and Kiko kneeled down, putting one hand on that and the other on the blood.

“Natalia?” he said, summoning her so she could ride his skin. They often got better vibes with double the touch.

She paused, and Dawn got a bad feeling, as if Natalia and Kiko had maybe argued about getting involved with this. His new wife had been just as instrumental in bringing down the dragon as anyone else, but afterward, she’d wanted an easier life with the man she loved, hence the PI agency they’d opened to help those who couldn’t help themselves with cold cases. They’d also begun studying with a spirit guide who aided them in steering clear of negative energies.

No monsters allowed in this marriage.

Still, Natalia went over to Kiko, getting to a knee, resting her hands on the back of his.

They both closed their eyes, and when their postures eventually stiffened, Dawn knew they had something.

“What is it?” she asked.

Jonah stopped pacing behind her. Costin froze in midair, too.

Natalia took her hands away from Kiko’s. She met his gaze, then stared at the chain and the blood.

“Fire,” Kiko finally said, standing, brushing off his cargo pants with the hand that hadn’t been touching the blood. “This old man saw a bonfire after he was raised up from a deep sleep. Actually, I’m not even sure you’d call it a sleep.”

“What would you call it?” Dawn asked.

Natalia answered. “A coma.”

Kiko finished for her. “We had the impression of being able to move our eyes, and that’s all. Then suddenly...”

Natalia and he looked at each other again, and she said, “Suddenly, information plunged into his brain. As if he were a computer being downloaded.”

“Uploaded,” Kiko said, resting his hand on her arm. “Anyway, this guy was a mental mess. His thoughts were like scrambled eggs.”

Dawn shook her head. “What the heck is he?”

“Something not quite alive for sure,” Kiko said. “Through his eyes, we saw a ceremony, people in oogie-boogie costumes with robes and masks. They were chanting and asking the dark and light to combine to raise their undead.”

A million thoughts veered through Dawn. “The undead. Do you think the Meratoliage family resurrected Lilly after the London explosion?”

Kiko shrugged. “I have no idea. Could be. But I get the feeling that, whoever was responsible, their main purpose tonight was in raising the dragon.”

Okay. It sounded like they
were
talking about the Meratoliage clan here. So the family knew the dragon hadn’t been cast out of the world, that he still “lived” in Dawn?

Was that why they’d come after her?

Before she could ask, Kiko said, “My guess is that the Meratoliages raised Lilly and her pals to get Dawn back to the family so they could pull the dragon out of her. Think about it—Lilly and the others had restraining weapons on them, and the guy that dragged Dawn off the balcony could’ve killed her right away if he’d wanted to. There’s a reason they refrained.”

No one said anything for a moment. The whistling wind was the only thing making a sound until Costin meandered away, toward the house.

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