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Ana, we were in perfect sync.
    I also knew that his mind drifted to Ana like mine did to Eila. How far they got physically last summer was something he did not discuss. Yes, he was a jerk on occasion, but he also protected Ana’s privacy. God help the man who ever dared to touch Ana wrong . . . or Eila.
    My Eila.
    Not long ago, a drunken footballer named Teddy Bencourt nearly took something from her that she wasn’t willing to part with. I was almost too late, and seeing her fight him off caused the killer in me to burn like an Olympic torch. She had calmed me and I had yet to see the kid again, but if I did . . . not good.
    “Do you hear me, man? You’ve got to ease up a bit. You look like roadkill.”
    I turned to him, giving him an unmistakable gesture with a certain finger.
    He glanced over at Ana. She was talking to Eila and dusting off the pine bench near the top of the dunes. She moved to sit down and we automatically shifted our gazes to watch her and scan the area for any threat.
    He looked back to me. “I’m serious though. When the hell was the last time you slept?”
    “The night before the Breakers,” I replied, fully aware that even for my kind, 35 days without sleep was pushing past our supernatural limits. It was also the one and only time I had slept beside Eila. The memory of that night rushed into me and I closed my eyes to clear my head.
    Complicating my fatigue was the fact that I wasn’t hunting animals very often. I never liked leaving Eila in anyone’s care but mine, but not stealing animal life-forces on a regular basis was wearing me down. When I was truly desperate for a hit, injecting myself with corpse blood, which contained traces of a human life-force, would work. Briefly.
    But what I really needed was a pure hit of power. I needed the soul of a living person.
    “You are some kind of stupid, you know that?” grumbled Kian, shaking his head, which caused his board to subtly bounce in the water. “I know you are obsessed with her safety, but you are going to crash and burn at this rate, and you’ll be of no use to anyone. Get it together before you become a liability.”
    I shook my head, “I’m okay. I’ll be fine.”
    Kian looked at me and his face was serious, “No you’re not, and soon you won’t be.”
    I knew he was right, but more importantly I knew that only as my true self could I ever be Eila’s savior. Only as a killer of mankind could I fully protect the girl I loved.
    Which was why I needed to find a Dealer . . . and soon.

 
 
3 Eila
     
    By the time we got bac k to my house, the snow had really begun to fly. Thankfully my awesomely awesome Wrangler navigated the white roads easily. Our secret service duo followed us in Kian’s new Range Rover, complete with surf-boards strapped to the top.
    It looked entirely ridiculous.
    They were about as stealthy as a hippo riding a tricycle.
    Kian had bought the black, rock-stomper of a vehicle soon after his immortal ex-girlfriend, Collette, had taken his Corvette. It was a trade he grudgingly agreed to in order to acquire designer clothes for all of us when we went to the Fire and Ice Ball. The clothing was fantastic, but Kian was pissed about the loss of his fast machine. Luckily, he still had Cerberus – his multi-million dollar yacht that had become, briefly, our home away from home. It was the ultimate clubhouse, rolling on the sea.
    Cerberus, however, had been shipped down to West Palm Beach for the winter and I honestly missed the yacht and the memories it held. MJ was supposed to check on it while visiting his family in Florida for Thanksgiving – lucky.
    The yacht also became our salvation when my house was breeched by an uninvited visitor with lethal intents. While Cerberus was technically just a boat, it was also a weird sort of pal and we all missed her fabulosity.
    I pulled my Jeep up to the side door of the house and cut the engine. The boys pulled in behind us just as I was getting out of the car, and I