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colleagues, as well as friends, in the Church, decent men like Joe.
    H is gaze lingered on Quicksilver. A streetlight set her aglow with pearl-white incandescence. An arc of attraction hummed through him. His body tightened.
    Then he took a deep breath and looked away.
    Stay focused.
    He dug his hands into his pockets, jingling the change. Maybe it was time to get a new car, too. He definitely needed fewer visits to the repair shop and fewer glimpses of garage walls decorated with calendars of scantily clad women.
    W omen who reminded him far too much of Quicksilver.

Chapter Six
    Kethan returned to Quicksilver after Joe disappeared around the corner. “I’ll walk you home.”
    She held his gaze, her blue eyes silvery . His chest tightened and as the tension stretched between them, she backed away, shutting off as if flipping a switch.
    “No need,” she said.
    “We’ll use my car.”
    “My motorcycle is on the next street over. I can’t leave it there.”
    “Then let’s get your motorcycle.”
    She sighed with exasperation. “You don’t have to guard me—I’m not going to go crazy and kill anyone tonight.”
    “Let me see your hands.”
    She held them out, staring down at her palms in puzzlement. “Why?” She turned them over.
    He caught one of her hands and held it loosely. Her long, slender fingers looked pale and fragile resting on his palm. “I just wanted to see if you had your fingers crossed.” He smiled. “I can’t believe you’d promise not to kill anyone.”
    “ I’d never kill anyone who didn’t need killing.” She bared her teeth in a wolfish smile. “Although I’ve had to give some a little push to make them realize they were already dead and needed to lie down. Permanently.”
    “Ah, I thought there had to be a catch.” Reluctantly, he released her hand. “Believe it or not, I’m worried about your safety.” The image in the window might have been Sutton. Or Jason, still out of control and defying his clan leader.
    They turned the corner , walking past a row of deserted businesses. The darkened windows reflected the streetlights like obsidian mirrors. Quicksilver’s silhouette stretched from one pane to the next, flitting two steps ahead of him, always out of reach.
    T hey weren’t alone. In the slanting shadows between the buildings, he heard fluttering whispers, the scrape of a shoe, the rasp of a coat sleeve brushing against a brick wall.
    Vampires wouldn’t make noises like that u nless they wanted to be heard, unless they were confident of their prey. The back of his neck tingled.
    Two blocks away, Kethan caught sight of a motorcycle parked under a light.
    “That your bike?”
    “Yes.” Her face softened as if she had glimpsed a long lost lover. “How did you know?”
    “Get serious.” The motorcycle gleamed with long, sleek lines, all chrome and opal-white paint, as pale and sleek as its owner.
    She tilted her head to one side and pretended to frown at him although humor sparkled in her eyes. “Must be getting predictable if you know which bike is mine.”
    “There’s only one.”
    “I didn’t say anything. My bike could’ve been further down the block.”
    “True . But you don’t see a lot of white motorcycles. And you do like the color white.”
    “It’s opal —not white. Anyway, this is it.” She stuck out her hand in a brisk gesture. “Thanks.”
    “Do you have a second helmet?”
    “What for?”
    “For me. I’m making sure you get home safely.”
    “I’ll be fine , and I’m not going straight home.” She gazed down the street, her brows drawn down and hands shoved into her pockets.
    He noticed a second silver and gray helmet strapped to the back and reached for it. “No problem.”
    A swirl of wind picked up a rumpled newspaper and flung it at his head. He ducked, holding up a crooked arm. When he dropped it, Quicksilver was standing in the middle of the empty street, a whip in each hand, the silver falls gleaming against the black