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took a shaky step back.
Cassandra was in my sightline, but she still wasn’t moving.
    “You need to join with the people who understand you,” he said.
“Don’t get caught on the wrong side of this tug-of-war.”
    “How many are left?” I asked, my voice choked. “How many
grays?”
    “Have you seen the papers? They’re calling us a kissing mob. A
gang of people who randomly kiss strangers. They have no idea what we can really
do. What we really are.”
    I’d seen it. It was buried in the Trinity
Chronicle as an amusing fluff piece on page fifteen. Nobody realized
what a threat it was. Nobody realized that the dozens of people who’d gone
missing or turned up mysteriously dead in recent weeks—articles that ran much
closer to the front of the newspaper—were related. It was a mystery. There were
no signs of trauma found on the bodies, apart from the mysterious black lines
left around their mouths. Those lines didn’t fade on a dead victim.
    “Give that to me before you hurt somebody.” He looked so calm
it was maddening.
    When he reached for the piece of wood, I slashed it at him,
cutting his arm.
    He snarled at me. “Bitch!”
    This time when he grabbed for my weapon I slashed the palm of
his hand. Blood dripped to the ground as pain flashed across his expression.
    He whacked me across the face so hard that the makeshift stake
flew out of my hand, and hit the wall. White-hot pain momentarily blinded
me.
    I opened my mouth to scream, but he clamped his hand so tight
over my mouth I thought he might break my teeth.
    He began to drag me down the street. “I think you need to feed.
I can set you up. Your head will get a lot clearer soon. Promise.”
    “Let go of me!” My screams were muffled by his hand. I tried to
bite him. I fought against him, scratching and clawing, but his bleeding arm may
as well have been made of steel. This guy wasn’t human. Not in any way. And he
was more than just a gray.
    If he shoved me in a small room with a human, based on how I’d
dealt with Colin earlier, I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to resist. Maybe
for a little while, but not forever. It would be my worst fear come to life.
    Suddenly, Bishop stepped out from behind the corner up ahead.
For a moment I thought it was all my imagination, that my brains had been
rattled when the gray hit me. But it was true.
    He was here.
    And he looked mad enough to kill.

Chapter 6
    My heart leaped at the sight of him.
    Bishop’s gaze was narrowed and dangerously fixed on the gray.
“Take your hands off her right now.”
    The gray removed his hand from my mouth, instead twisting it
painfully into my hair to hold me still. I shrieked. “Is this the rescue party?
Go check on the blonde. She’s one of yours. This one...she’s one of mine.”
    “Wrong,” I snarled.
    Bishop’s eyes flashed bright blue. The dagger was already
clenched in his grip. “Roth, check on Cassandra. I’ll handle this.”
    Roth, who’d been standing just behind Bishop, moved toward
Cassandra just as the gray shoved me away from him. I slammed hard into the
wall, knocking my breath away and rattling my bones. I wheezed for a second and
struggled to stay on my feet. This time, I tasted blood.
    I whirled around to see Bishop charge the gray, dagger in hand.
Much better than a piece of sharp wood.
    “Be careful!” I yelled.
    He wasn’t being very careful. He didn’t hesitate—just as he
hadn’t hesitated with Cassandra.
    At the last second, the gray brought his foot up to smash
Bishop right in the face, knocking him backward. He landed hard on his back, but
leaped back up a moment later, shaking himself off.
    “Interesting,” Bishop said with a frown. He was now bleeding
from a vicious cut on his forehead.
    “Good word. Interesting. I’ll take
it.” The gray grinned. “And I’ll take the girl when I’m finished with you and
your friends. She’ll be happier with her own kind.”
    “You can try to take her. You’ll fail.”
    “We’ll