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smoke billowing from the building, but a look of relief swept across her face when she saw us.
    Delilah held up a stake. “I retrieved this one after stabbing the vampire. I don’t like to waste things.”
    As I stared at it, a thought crossed my mind. “Maybe we can get some sort of read off of it—as to who was on the receiving end. We’re headed toward Carter’s next. He might be able to help us.”
    As we crossed the street, the sound of sirens echoed in the distance. The medic unit must have called in the fire department. Camille ran over to us.
    â€œWhat happened? Did you get them?”
    â€œTwo of them—but I know for a fact they were more.”
    Even as I spoke, I glanced in the sky. Against the cloud cover, the shapes of five bats glided silently into the night. I thought about shifting form to follow them, but that would be foolhardy. However, now we knew there had been at least seven vampires in the building. Maybe more. Seven rogue vamps.
    â€œHow is she?” I nodded toward the stretcher.
    Mallen, chief of the medical unit now that Sharah was gone, frowned. “She lost a lot of blood so we have her on a transfusion. If she dies, I don’t know if she’d turn. We can’t tell if she ingested any blood. However, she’s beat up and bruised. I guarantee you she’s been raped. Her genitals are pretty torn up down there. She’s still unconscious and I’m not sure how much that has to do with her injuries, or exhaustion, or both. We’ll know more once we get her into the emergency room.”
    He pushed past me. “Sorry, but we’ve got to get a move on. She needs all the help she can get. I’ll call you with anything new.”
    As the ambulance sped away, I turned to Delilah and Camille. “I suppose, while we’re here, we should have a look at the park.” I gave them the rundown that Roman had given me. “When I got here, I sensed energy coming from that building, and you know I don’t usually sense energy the way you do. Camille, can you feel anything that might be other than vampire?”
    She walked into the street—there was little to no traffic—and held out her hands toward the building. A moment later, a gust of wind, or what I thought was wind, rushed past and belted into her back, shoving her forward to land on her hands and knees. She let out a shout as Delilah ran over to help her up.
    â€œAre you all right? Anything broken?”
    â€œNo, but fucking hell.” She brushed herself off, examining the palms of her hands, which were abraded from the asphalt. Luckily, she’d dressed for action, meaning she was wearing her Emma Peel cat suit and kitten-heeled granny boots instead of her usual corset, skirt, and stilettos. Which meant her knees were relatively unscathed.
    â€œAll I know is I felt a rush of wind and then you went flying.”
    â€œWell, something shoved me. Hands, no less.” She turned to stare at the park. “It came from the park. I swear I heard laughter.”
    Severance Park loomed in the night, the maples barren and stark against the sky. Firs towered behind them, dark silhouettes in the oncoming storm. A lone path led through wrought iron gates. I shuddered. Iron—wrought, cast, and pure—so not our friends. We were half-Fae, half-human. Even at half-blood, cast, wrought, and pure iron was anathema to us, although I would heal a lot quicker and hurt a lot less, given my vampiric nature.
    The mouth of the path was overgrown and wild, reminding me of the entrance to a tunnel or cave. The vegetation hadn’t been trimmed back in a long time, and weeds cracked through the pavement. The prospect of heading into the park, which stretched for several blocks, dark and overgrown, wasn’t exactly on my bucket list.
    â€œShould we?” I turned to the others.
    Camille shook her head. “There’s something in there, all right, but I’d