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Since her change, all of her senses had grown stronger. Hearing. Smell. Sight.
    Especially sight. She could see perfectly in the dark. When she hunted, it was like she was using some kind of heat vision. She could see the warm red glow of her prey. Could stalk and hunt easily for miles.
    Normally, she could also smell with the detection of an animal. She could pick up scents, even identify different people from miles away.
    But tonight, she didn’t smell any trace of her pursuer.
    Just as earlier, when the human had approached her, she hadn’t detected his scent. Which was damn odd. Humans always carried a scent. Perfume. Cigarettes. Soap. Something. But that guy, the tall, dark guy who’d approached her in the feeding room, he’d had no scent.
    Maya rolled her shoulders, stood in the middle of the street, and waited.
    It didn’t take a genius to understand who was on her trail. She really, really wasn’t in the mood for any more shit right then.
    â€œYou’re starting to get on my bad side,” she said, and her voice carried easily in the night.
    Silence.
    One moment.
    Two.
    Then, footsteps. Slow. Steady. The guy wasn’t trying to hide anymore. Good.
    Maya turned on her heel and watched as her stalker approached. It was him, of course. She could tell by the strong, muscular shape of his body.
    He stepped under a streetlight, and the fluorescent glow shone down on his black hair. Maya studied him a moment, frowning. The guy was big. Not especially tall. She gauged him to be a bit over six feet, but he was solidly muscled—every inch of him.
    He wore a black jacket over his shirt. Loose jeans encased his long legs, and a scuffed pair of boots covered his feet.
    The guy wasn’t handsome. Not in the cover-boy style that most humans found so popular these days. His face was hard, rugged . His cheekbones were sharp, his nose a little too long. He had a strong, square jawline and a faint cleft in his chin. His lips were firm, a bit thin, and currently pressed into a tight line.
    And his eyes…She’d never seen eyes quite like his before. The green was so deep, so dark. Emerald. He had emerald eyes.
    Those eyes of his, they made her nervous. Very nervous.
    Something was off about the guy, and as he closed the final distance between them, her body went on alert.
    â€œWanna tell me why you’re following me, Slick?” Did the man have some kind of death wish? He’d seen what she’d done to the demon— that should have been a big clue for him to stay the hell away from her.
    â€œMy name”—his voice rumbled from deep in his chest—“is Adam. Adam Brody.” No accent marked the words.
    Maya grunted. She didn’t really care about his name. She just wanted him to leave her alone. “You didn’t answer my question.”
    â€œI told you before, Maya , I need your help.”
    He knew her name. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be impressed by that fact or worried. After considering the situation for three seconds, she decided she was neither.
    Most of the supernaturals in Los Angeles knew who she was. She hadn’t exactly made a habit of hiding her identity. She didn’t know if Adam Brody fell into the supernatural category or if he was just a well-informed human, but either way, she didn’t really care that he knew her identity.
    And the guy was still singing his song about needing help. She sighed, then muttered, “I told you, I’m not into helping people.” Killing, that was another matter. “Do yourself a favor. Stay away from me.” Her gaze darted to the night sky, gauging the location of the moon. She needed to hurry if she was going to make it to the hospital before dawn.
    Maya turned to go—
    Adam grabbed her arm.
    She stared at his hand a moment. The long, tanned fingers. His flesh felt warm against her.
    When was the last time a guy had chosen to touch her? Without, of course, the