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What kind of job leads you to spend your free time studying old languages? Was he an archaeologist or something?
    “That would be a story for another time,” Hunter said confidently, annoying and thrilling me at the same time.
    “What makes you think there’s going to be another time?” I scoffed. Two could play at this game.
    “You need me,” he said simply.
    Instead of immediately dousing his ego with a white-hot put-down guaranteed to make even the most confident of men cry like a little girl, I studied him.
    Somewhere in that gorgeous, brooding noggin was the knowledge I needed to help Colby and the girls of Psi Phi. It was dangerous and probably foolhardy but the high risk was worth it if I solved the riddle. Colby was living on borrowed time and so was the world if that stupid Prophesy was to be believed. I did need Hunter. He was kind of my last hope. And it didn’t hurt that he was something to look at as well. I needed to be bold.
    “Will you come somewhere with me? And not ask any questions and do exactly what I say?”
    His look intensified, if that was even possible. “On one condition.”
    God, there was always a condition, wasn’t there? I slowly nodded.
    “I get to drive.” He pointed out the teahouse window to an illegally parked motorcycle.

    We met again at Psi Phi House early Wednesday. If he had reservations about going someplace unknown at five in the morning, he kept it to himself. He was true to his word.
    I’d never been on a motorcycle before. It was a thrilling experience. The engine vibrating beneath me while I held on tight to Hunter made my knees weak. I could get used to traveling that way. As long as I was with Hunter. He was in control and confident. He was totally comfortable with who he was and I was drawn to him.
    Colby would say it was his bad-boy demeanor that turned me on, but it was more than that. I felt like we were connected somehow. It was weird; I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Hunter and I were cut from the same cloth.
    It was still about an hour before daybreak; I could tell Hunter was surprised when we stopped at our destination.
    “You wanted to take me to a lakeside house without asking any questions? Do you think the house doesn’t know it’s on the lake or something?” He was being sarcastic of course, but I wasn’t sure why. He seemed very disappointed. Did he think I was taking him on a bank heist or something?
    I jumped off the back of his bike and returned the borrowed helmet. “Boy, you don’t like not knowing what’s coming next, do you?”
    He unbuttoned his duster, took off his own helmet and replied, “You have no idea.”
    “Follow me.” I walked quietly across the gravel driveway, to the side of the house. The basement door was the entrance directly into the library. Vampires usually entered the house through the front door. At least, that’s what Colby mentioned once.
    “Piper?”
    “Huh?” I kept looking around for signs of anyone moving around in the house.
    “Why are you tiptoeing?”
    I looked down and sure enough, I was on the toes of my canvas high-tops, trying not to make any noise. “I don’t like the sound gravel makes when you step on it.”
    Mark that down as the lamest excuse, ever.
    “Uh-huh.” Hunter looked at me like I was crazy. Which I surely was if I was taking him into a vampire library. I pushed that thought aside. We came to the door and I took out the card.
    I waved it in front of the pad and the blinking light went from red to green. I pushed the door and it swung open easily. No blaring alarms or sirens announced our entrance. I let out a big sigh of relief.
    Hunter gave me a questioning look so I said, “Sometimes the door sticks.”
    Inside were rows of books, like any other library. I walked down the first aisle slowly, trying to get my bearings. I noted the checkout desk in the back of the room, with two doors behind it. Both were closed, and both had locks on the door-knobs.
    “Where to now?”