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But they were after Angus. And his kids.

“I have to help Angus,” I said. “I’m safe. Captain Crawfordwon’t want me. He knows I haven’t killed anybody.”

“I’m coming with you,” Shane said.

Rhys and Miriam looked at each other, then at me. “Thosekids know where to hide,” Miriam said. “They’ll be safe. Just get to Angus. Ifhe loses control, he may kill one of those officers.”

“He can’t come back from that,” Rhys said.

“I’ll find him.”

She nodded. “We’ll wait here for Clayton and the exorcist. Gofetch our bull, Trinity.”

I raced away, Shane at my side, my heart in my throat.

I wasn’t sure Angus could be saved.

I wasn’t sure any of us could be.

Chapter Thirty-Six

I called Crawford as we sped down Raeven’s Road, then left amessage when he was unavailable. He was probably in the basement torturing thehell out of Gordon Gray.

I didn’t want to think about that, so I switched my thoughtsto Angus. He was an obnoxious asshole, but I could admit to myself that I caredabout him.

Maybe a little too much.

“Did you try his phone?” Shane asked.

“Twice. Went to voicemail.”

“He’ll be heading home,” Shane said. “All that matters tohim is keeping his brood safe.”

“Drive faster,” I told him.

Lights from police cars swirled, coloring the darkness overBay Town, and I had a moment to wonder how it’d gotten bad so quickly. ThenShane skidded to a halt and I jumped from the truck almost before it’dcompletely stopped.

We raced toward Angus’ house, but kept to the shadows. Allaround us were police cars, lights pulsing, screams, shouts, and barking dogs.

They’d taken over Bay Town.

For a second I was transported back in time, drifting in andout of consciousness as I was carted away from my sister’s house. I hadn’tknown Amias then. Hadn’t known his name or his life or that he was a master.

I knew only that he was a vampire—and there were a lot ofthose.

The police assumed he’d died from whatever had been ailinghim when he’d attacked me. I’d assumed the same.

When I saw him again, he’d been secretly watching me for Godknows how long, and I was his obsession. The rage had exploded inside me and I’dwanted nothing more in life than to kill him. To hurt him.

I hadn’t understood the pain that had ripped through me whenI’d gone after him, death in my heart and rage in my brain. I’d thought it wassome phantom pain from the trauma I’d experienced at his hands.

Little did I know he’d made himself my master.

Someday I would kill him, but right then, I wished he werethere, helping me find Angus.

Shane grabbed my arm and pulled me into the shadows. Acrossthe street, the police were dragging a screaming couple from their home. Ipressed my fist hard against my teeth and stayed silent as bones cracked andblood sprayed.

“Wolves,” Shane whispered.