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military style wouldn’t be appropriate if she was going out in public.
    “Where are you going?” Aurelia asked.
    “To the Point to pick up some vamps.”
    The Sentinel’s face brightened. “I’ll come with you.”
    “Great.” She headed toward the door. “We’ll take off in fifteen.”
    *  *  *
    Siobhán turned off the main road and began the drive up from the city into the hills where Angels’ Point waited. The distance between sprawling hillside properties widened the higher they climbed until they reached a wrought-iron gate bisecting the road, cutting off further public access.
    On a rough-edged granite slab on the shoulder was sandblasted the words A NGELS’ P OINT , which might have seemed welcoming if not for the gatehouse and the big lycan in human form who stepped out of it. She was able to recognize what he was straightaway because of his size—too large to be aerodynamic—and his electric green eyes, which came from the demon blood that coursed through his veins.
    Knowing they needed to learn from their previous mistakes, she lowered the window of the Mitchell Aeronautics SUV she drove. “Hi,” she greeted him. “It’s good to see you. I’m glad you’re here.”
    He blinked, clearly startled by the unusual courtesy from a Sentinel.
    “Thank you for coming back,” Aurelia piped in.
    “Uh . . . okay. Sure.” Looking bemused and wary, he disappeared into the gatehouse and the gate began to open. He offered an awkward wave as they passed him.
    Siobhán drove the mile distance to the house, her eyes searching the hillside for lycans in lupine form and seeing only a few instead of the dozens that would normally dot the landscape.
    Rounding the circular driveway, she parked in front of the entrance to Adrian’s home.
    “I still can’t get over how different this place is without the lycans,” Aurelia said as she hopped out of the passenger door. “It’s so empty and quiet.”
    That’s the way Siobhán had felt since Trevor left, but she kept that to herself, turning her attention to the house instead. The residence scaled the side of the cliff in three tiers, each with its own wide wraparound deck. Distressed wood siding, rock terraces, and exposed wooden beams enabled the house to blend into the hillside.
    Angels’ Point had appeared in numerous architectural magazines and been the focus of a television special on extravagant ecofriendly homes. It was all part of Adrian’s strategy and message to the vampires—
I’m here. Take me on.
    One half of the double-door front entrance opened as they approached and Damien filled the threshold. His handsome face was impassive as always, his eyes watchful and his aura as dark as his inky hair. He was an angel well worth having at your back . . . unless you pissed him off. He was ruthless in everything, from the strength of his friendship to the ease with which he cut down his enemies.
    “Siobhán. Aurelia,” he greeted them.
    “You have a lycan at the gate,” Siobhán said.
    “More and more straggle in every day. It seems not everyone was unhappy with the status quo.”
    “And how’s Adrian?”
    Damien’s head tilted to one side, considering. “Hmm . . . Settled, I’d say.”
    Adrian had been conflicted over his love for aeons. Being “settled” was a gift—for him and for all the Sentinels. “That’s good,” she said. “The timing couldn’t be better.”
    “It surprises me to hear you say that. Lindsay is a huge vulnerability.”
    “I know.”
    “Siobhán has her own mortal,” Aurelia interjected. “She understands Adrian better than we do.”
    “I know she does.” Damien’s gaze stayed on Siobhán’s face as he held out his hand and summoned an envelope.
    Taking it from him, she broke the seal. There were photos of Trevor’s sister and her family inside, including shots of his namesake. “You got them. Thank you.”
    “Go ahead and deliver that,” he said evenly. “The vamps are still on their way