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mind, a wriggling feeling of fear.  
    Matyas cut through my scrambled thoughts. “Evelyn, where did it go?"  

Seven

    I turned to see a group of three hunters standing behind me.  
    Matyas stepped closer and said more sharply, "Evelyn. Where did the beast go?"
    I instinctively buried my cut hand in my pocket and pointed straight ahead. I couldn't explain it, but something told me to lead them away from the mysterious man. There was something about him. I wasn't about to let the hunters tear him apart, not before I had answers anyway.  
    Matyas nodded and jogged down the road with the other two close behind him. With my hands in my pockets and my head down, I walked back to the main road and over to the metro station. I needed to speak to Elise. She was the only one other than Quin that I trusted. She'd give me some sound advice. Elise was my oldest friend; we'd met the first week that Quin and I had moved to Prague with our parents. She was a priestess under the moon goddess. I went down into the bustling metro station and tried to get my mind back in the game.  
    The guy had been following me for a few days, yet he hadn't approached me until that day. He knew who I was and blood-bonded without any prior warning. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to run the possibilities through my mind. He wasn’t fae, they were too distinctive, and it wasn’t their style. A fae would have hung around to gloat or do far more damage than he had done. He could have been a witch. I had pissed off quite a few witches not that long ago with the ‘Quin-being-kidnapped’ debacle. Male witches were very unusual and weaker than their female counterparts. I didn't know enough about magic to understand why a male witch would blood-bond with a non-witch, particularly a hunter. As far as I could remember witches were very protective over their male counterparts, as bloodlines and breeding were incredibly important to witches. Their magic flowed through family lines, so the likelihood of a witch blood-bonding with a non-witch seemed low.  
    My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out as I rode the insufferably long escalator back up to the city. It was one of the hunters. I ignored it. They could wait.  
    By the time I arrived at Elise's church, with its unusual terracotta colouring, I'd convinced myself that the guy had been a weird hunter groupie. Every once in a while a human or two would find out about supernals and hunters; they either reacted with love or fear. Quin had had to silence a particularly determined groupie not long after Christian vanished. He fawned over Quin and kept getting himself and those around him in danger. We protect innocents, so he had to be removed from the equation.  
    I knocked on the old dark wooden door before I pushed it open and stepped into the darkness. Elise's church was a very old affair; it had been built on pagan religious grounds in the 1100's. The cool air was fresh, the atmosphere relaxing as I walked up to the simple white marble altar. I acknowledged the existence of the gods and tried to be respectful, but I didn't feel any pull to one in particular. There was something calm and peaceful about the church. I knelt before the altar and whispered a quiet prayer of thanks for returning Quin to me. It seemed the polite thing to do, given Elise had helped me track him down when the coven had kidnapped him.  
    Elise came from the back rooms in her usual uniform of a floor length white dress that hung over her slender form and added an ethereal feel to her pale skin and waist-length white hair. Her silver eyes practically shone. Her movements betrayed her and gave away the strength that she hid beneath her waif-like appearance. She was a little shorter than me, and smaller in every aspect, yet she still terrified men twice her size. She moved much like a big cat, efficient and graceful strides that ate up the ground while still looking feminine and elegant. She was anything but weak; the moon