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after her second glass of wine, that I realized she had been reading my mind. Her intrusion wasn’t obvious. Not like the way I know when you’re in there. I mean, I can always feel when you’re in my mind, Moon Dance. Touching down here and there.
    He paused and I was truly feeling sick. Down the hallway, I heard Anthony snoring lightly. Music came from Tammy’s room. The house was locked. I always kept it locked. What was Hanner up to? I didn’t know, but I had that creepy-ass feeling of being watched. Of course, with me, it might be more than a feeling.
    I stood and walked over to my main window and looked out into the cul-de-sac. No one was out there. At least, not that I could see. All the cars on the street I recognized. But with Hanner—the only other vampire that I knew personally—she could be anywhere. She could be sitting on my roof, for all I knew. I shivered.
    Jesus, I thought.
    I sat back down and Fang’s next message appeared almost instantaneously: I think within a few minutes, she knew all my secrets. All of them.
    I knew what Fang meant. The man had some killer secrets. Literally. The kind that would send him back to jail—or a mental institution—for the rest of his life.
    I see, I wrote, mostly to let Fang know I was still here.
    She showed me her badge and told me she knew who I was. She called me by my name...my real name. She next gave me her home address and told me to meet her there after work.
    When was this?
    Last night.
    “ Shit,” I whispered.
    What happened next, Fang?
    I wondered if Fang knew what had happened. After all, I knew that Hanner had a...gift for removing memories. Indeed, I sensed a lot of vagueness from Fang, and it was clear that our personal connection had been broken, somehow. I thought Hanner had something to do with that.
    I’m...I’m not really sure, he wrote, confirming my suspicions.
    I had a vision of blood, a lot of blood. Fang might have been more closed off to me than normal and, although I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, we still seemed to have some sort of connection.
    Enough for me to see the blood.
    But most disturbing of all—
    I wrote: You drank blood.
    He paused only slightly before writing: Yes, Moon Dance.
    I sensed his shame, but I also sensed his excitement. Fang had grown up with elongated canine teeth, a rare defect that had grown into an even rarer psychosis: as a youth, he began to actually believe he was a vampire. Crazy, but that was exactly what it was.
    Crazy.
    His psychosis had led to the death of his girlfriend, a teenage girl who had been partially bled to death...and partially consumed.
    By Fang.
    His escape from a high-security mental institution had been in all the papers, and his subsequent manhunt had been well documented. But he had slipped away.
    And assumed a new identity.
    Aaron Parker, aka Fang, now went by the official name of Eli Roberts—and how he landed in my life was one of coincidence and obsession. Although I doubted he still saw himself as a real vampire, I knew he retained a hunger for blood. I knew this because every now and then I would see it in his thoughts. His hunger. But over the years, he had controlled himself. Controlled it .
    We were both silent. Or, rather, the IM message box remained silent. I wasn’t sure what to say. I sensed that Hanner was working her way into his world, but for what reason, I didn’t know. But one thing I did know: none of it was good.
    So, what will you do now, Fang? I finally wrote, deciding on the direct path. What else could I say?
    I don’t know, Moon Dance.
    Did she threaten you?
    She didn’t have to. I understand the implications. I’m a fugitive. She’s a cop. Things could go very badly for me.
    Did she say what she wanted?
    From me? Not yet.
    She wants something from you, Fang.
    I sensed him nodding, and after a moment, he wrote: I know.
    But I sensed he was holding something back, and finally wrote: There’s something else, isn’t there, Fang?
    Yes,