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on the top shelf of my closet until my hand curled over the object I’d been looking for. It was a souvenir from a hockey game my dad had taken me to when I was fourteen, and now it was part of my private arsenal. I tossed it up in the air and caught it, hoping there was still a little juice left from the last time I’d used it. Returning to Shane’s door, I cracked it, slipped my arm in the gap, and hit the button.
    The air horn wailed, echoing throughout the entire house, quickly followed by the loud thud of two bodies hitting the floor. I pushed the button once more for good measure.
    “Hey, Count Suckula,” I hollered, “we’ve got the car. You still wanna go check it out or what?”
    Mercy growled behind the door, a feral, wild sound like a mountain lion. Shane whispered something that quieted her, and then called to me, “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” 
    “You have five, and then I’m going without you.”
    I was sitting downstairs in my dad’s favorite burnt-orange recliner. It was horrifically ugly, but it smelled of Old Spice and analgesic balm—like my father—so it had a permanent place in my house. I was nestled comfortably when Mercy practically flew downstairs to do her walk of shame. Seeing me, she snarled. I waved, blowing her a kiss. Her pretty face twisted, and she lunged into my living room, eyes flashing red.
    I held up the squirt gun in my hand, waving it. “Ah, ah, ah,” I tisked. “Wouldn’t want things to get messy.”
    She stopped, looking confused for a minute, and then laughed. “What, are you going to soak me to death?”
    Now it was my turn to laugh. “I guess that depends on the type of water inside, doesn’t it?”
    For a second, she looked confused again—probably the natural resting state of her face, but then realization dawned on her. “Holy water wouldn’t kill me,” she retorted, but her tone wasn’t entirely confident.
    She was right—pouring it on her skin wouldn’t kill her. But it would burn like acid and it would be extremely painful and slow to heal.
    “True, but it would mess up that pretty face of yours, wouldn’t it, Mercy?” I drew out her name until it sounded like a curse. “Do you think Shane would still like you if half your face was melted off?”
    Ok, that was bitchy. But I didn’t really care at the moment. This was my house, and she was an unwelcome visitor.
    She snorted but took a step back, pointing at me. “You shouldn’t wound anything you can’t kill.”
    I smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”
    Stuffing a wide-brimmed hat on her head, she donned a pair of sunglasses so big that they swallowed half her face.
    “See you next week, sugar,” she called over her shoulder to Shane, back to her saccharine-sweet Scarlett voice as she slammed my front door behind her.
    As soon as she was gone, Shane came trotting down the stairs, hair still wet from the shower. I laughed before he saw me. He, too, was wearing dark jeans and a gray shirt. We were matchy.
    He glared as he turned to the kitchen, pulled open the fridge, and grabbed a blood bag. Tearing open the corner with his teeth, he poured it into a coffee mug and joined me in the sitting room.
    “What the hell was all that about?” he demanded before taking a long drink.
    I smiled and shrugged, the water pistol still in my hand. Seeing it, he frowned.
    “What did you say to Mercy?”
    I gave him my best wide-eyed innocent look, “I have no idea what you mean.”
    He nodded to the gun. “Holy water? Was that really necessary?”
    I shrugged again and squirted him in the arm.
    He jumped, nearly spilling his cup’o blood.
    I snickered and tossed the gun onto the coffee table. “It’s just tap water. And watch the carpet—that stuff stains.”
    “And the air horn? That was just uncalled for,” he chastised me, wiping his arm off with his free hand.
    It was mean, I knew. Vampire senses were much stronger than humans. Everything was enhanced, making lights brighter, sounds