probably explained why even when her father seemed to have given up on her, she hadnât given up on him.
âReady?â Burnett asked.
She nodded.
He started to run, his boots crashing against the dirt three or four times before he went straight into flight. Della didnât know if she could do that, but almost sensing it was a challenge, she gave it a shot. Her own boots hit the ground seven times before she sensed the strength. Forcing every muscle she had into action, she felt herself being lifted into the air. A sense of accomplishment whispered over her, and for one second, it dulled the pain of what she was about to face.
Burnett glanced back at her. The look in his eyes almost reminded her of the way her father looked at her when sheâd made a good move at chess.
Warmth filled Dellaâs chest as she sent Burnett a slight nod.
Yup, Della thought. The thing that kept her together had everything to do with the people sheâd found at Shadow Falls. If she crumbled, theyâd take it personally. And she wasnât about to let them take the blame for what was happening to her.
It took them twenty minutes, flying at speeds Della could only guess, before she spotted the graveyard. As soon as their destination came into view, Burnett slowed down to what might have been considered normal vampire speed.
As they circled the property, he started downward in the midst of some trees.
Dellaâs feet werenât steady on the ground when she caught the scent.
She shot around and looked at Burnett. He had his nose up, too. Apparently heâd gotten the same scent.
âSomeone you know?â she asked, hoping the agents bringing Chanâs body were weres.
Burnettâs eyes, already a bright green, told her the answer first.
Della didnât have time to think before three figures came bolting out of the trees, charging right at them.
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Chapter Eight
âStop!â Burnettâs order rang out.
Damn it! Did he mean that for her, too? Prepared to fight, Della had to cut her nails into her palms to heed his order. Halting at Burnettâs side, every muscle in her body screamed danger .
Drawing in a sharp breath of air that even tasted like menace, she stared at the foreheads of the three potential attackers to read their patterns. All supernaturals had patterns that identified their species, and these ones confirmed what her nose had picked up.
Weres.
She also noted the uniformsâsecurity. What a joke.
âWe donât mean any harm,â Burnett announced. He pulled his dark shirt back to show his FRU badge hooked onto his belt.
Della had to give the man credit for going by the book. Not that she knew all the FRU rules, but she planned on learning them soon.
Her focus returned to Burnett, standing tall, his badge still on display. It came off so official-like, awe and admiration swept through her. Someday, she wanted one of those badges.
âWe carry our own badges, too, you dirty vamp!â the were with shaggy red hair said. He pushed his chest out, which had a badge with some Celtic-looking cross in green and blue that was pinned to his dirty cotton shirt.
âIâll bet mine carries more weight,â Burnett seethed, his eyes now gold in color.
The wereâs eyes grew a bright orange, but this time, he took a second to actually look at Burnettâs badge.
The were in the middle, slightly bigger than the other two, spoke up next. âIâve heard a lot of fake FRU badges have found their way into gangs.â
âThis one isnât fake,â Burnett added, his tone getting deeper and more dangerous.
Della felt her gut tighten, prepared to face any threat they chose to throw at them. But they werenât really that big of a threat. There were only three of them. She and Burnett could take them with their hands tied behind their backs. Hell, with her new powers, she could probably take all three herself.
âYou expect us to
âReady?â Burnett asked.
She nodded.
He started to run, his boots crashing against the dirt three or four times before he went straight into flight. Della didnât know if she could do that, but almost sensing it was a challenge, she gave it a shot. Her own boots hit the ground seven times before she sensed the strength. Forcing every muscle she had into action, she felt herself being lifted into the air. A sense of accomplishment whispered over her, and for one second, it dulled the pain of what she was about to face.
Burnett glanced back at her. The look in his eyes almost reminded her of the way her father looked at her when sheâd made a good move at chess.
Warmth filled Dellaâs chest as she sent Burnett a slight nod.
Yup, Della thought. The thing that kept her together had everything to do with the people sheâd found at Shadow Falls. If she crumbled, theyâd take it personally. And she wasnât about to let them take the blame for what was happening to her.
It took them twenty minutes, flying at speeds Della could only guess, before she spotted the graveyard. As soon as their destination came into view, Burnett slowed down to what might have been considered normal vampire speed.
As they circled the property, he started downward in the midst of some trees.
Dellaâs feet werenât steady on the ground when she caught the scent.
She shot around and looked at Burnett. He had his nose up, too. Apparently heâd gotten the same scent.
âSomeone you know?â she asked, hoping the agents bringing Chanâs body were weres.
Burnettâs eyes, already a bright green, told her the answer first.
Della didnât have time to think before three figures came bolting out of the trees, charging right at them.
Â
Chapter Eight
âStop!â Burnettâs order rang out.
Damn it! Did he mean that for her, too? Prepared to fight, Della had to cut her nails into her palms to heed his order. Halting at Burnettâs side, every muscle in her body screamed danger .
Drawing in a sharp breath of air that even tasted like menace, she stared at the foreheads of the three potential attackers to read their patterns. All supernaturals had patterns that identified their species, and these ones confirmed what her nose had picked up.
Weres.
She also noted the uniformsâsecurity. What a joke.
âWe donât mean any harm,â Burnett announced. He pulled his dark shirt back to show his FRU badge hooked onto his belt.
Della had to give the man credit for going by the book. Not that she knew all the FRU rules, but she planned on learning them soon.
Her focus returned to Burnett, standing tall, his badge still on display. It came off so official-like, awe and admiration swept through her. Someday, she wanted one of those badges.
âWe carry our own badges, too, you dirty vamp!â the were with shaggy red hair said. He pushed his chest out, which had a badge with some Celtic-looking cross in green and blue that was pinned to his dirty cotton shirt.
âIâll bet mine carries more weight,â Burnett seethed, his eyes now gold in color.
The wereâs eyes grew a bright orange, but this time, he took a second to actually look at Burnettâs badge.
The were in the middle, slightly bigger than the other two, spoke up next. âIâve heard a lot of fake FRU badges have found their way into gangs.â
âThis one isnât fake,â Burnett added, his tone getting deeper and more dangerous.
Della felt her gut tighten, prepared to face any threat they chose to throw at them. But they werenât really that big of a threat. There were only three of them. She and Burnett could take them with their hands tied behind their backs. Hell, with her new powers, she could probably take all three herself.
âYou expect us to
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