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in
Spanish.
    “Keep going!” he said when Miranda stopped, her belly
against the hill.
    “I can’t! It’s too steep!” She tried, hefting herself up,
tearing bushes as she went.
    Above them, the crevice narrowed and the rock above them
formed an overhang. No way could they get past it without ropes and climbing
equipment.
    Their pursuers didn’t even try to come after them. One of
them lit a cigarette as if he knew they’d have to come back down eventually.
The other man smiled when his eyes met Oliver’s.
    “ Volver a bajar pollos ,”
he shouted.
    Chickens. Oliver understood that word. His heart pounded.
Rage filled him. These were not vampires or vampire hunters, not mythical Aztec
creatures. They were ordinary humans. Did they even know what they chased?
    Oliver reached up and grabbed Miranda’s ankle, pressing it
into the rock.
    “Stop.” He climbed up to rest alongside her, his face even
with hers.
    They held onto the bushes and stayed where they were, about
fifty feet above the men. Once again, they were trapped with few options.
    Blood ran down Miranda’s legs where she’d cut them on the
sharp rock. Her arms quivered.
    “ Clo, clo, clo ,” the
smoker taunted from below.
    Oliver had no clue what that meant, but could tell by the
man’s tone it wasn’t encouraging.
    “We can’t go any higher.” Oliver spoke quietly. “They’re
human, so we have options.”
    She nodded, anger giving her features the determined look
he’d seen before, her mouth in a hard line.
    “We can hang on and stay here, but eventually they’ll come
after us. Probably after dark, maybe with others. Or we can go down there and
kick their asses.”
    “I don’t like either option,” she said.
    “Can you read their thoughts?” He didn’t like the options
either, but they had to keep thinking, no matter how hopeless things might
seem.
    “Only Spanish. Should have bought that learn to speak
Spanish book.” She managed a wry smile.
    Oliver slid his right hand between them, finding a loose
rock about the size of his palm. Turning his body slightly to the side, lifting
his knee to block the view from below, he urged the stone into Miranda’s hand
and found another for himself.
    “Put it in your pocket. We’re going down. Stop when I do.”
    “Then what?”
    “Get your rock ready. Don’t let them see it. Then, we’ll
jump. I’ll signal when it’s time. Try to land on one of them. We’ll have
surprise on our side. Now would be an excellent time to channel that inner
vampire like you did in Paris.”
    “I wish I could just make it happen,” she said, frustration
clouding her eyes.
    “I bet you can.” He hoped she could.
    She slipped down the hill. “Oliver!”
    He grabbed for her hand, but it was sweaty and slipped from
his grasp. Oliver loosened his hold, letting his body slide painfully over the
rock until he was even with her again and could wrap an arm around her.
    “We’ve got to go down. Stay with me.” This time, he didn’t
speak the words but pushed them into her head. He couldn’t risk the men hearing
them. They were only about fifteen feet from the ground now.
    Her eyes widened with surprise. They’d talked about it, but
hadn’t gotten round to trying it. They’d been more concerned with blocking
someone from reading their thoughts.
    “I love you.”
    Oliver heard the words in his head as if he wore headphones.
    “I love you.”
    Her smile told him she’d heard him.
    “ Aquí pollitos. ” The
man’s tone was harder now. It wouldn’t be long before they got tired of waiting
and came up after them.
    “We’re coming down!” Oliver shouted, putting a little fear
into his voice. It wasn’t hard to do.
    They made their way slowly down the cliff side. Just out of
arm’s reach of the men, Oliver stopped, his gaze locking onto Miranda’s.
    “ Todo el camino. No le haremos
daño .” The men moved closer, looking up at them.
    “Whatever,” Miranda said, rolling her eyes at Oliver.
    He