MINA STRETCHED LIKE a cat, deep and full-bodied and accompanied by a soft moan. Nicole had left in the early hours of the afternoon, claiming she had somewhere to be. Mina didn't argue. The goth-familiar-PreMed had been right: she felt better having fed. Jack was still a turncoat; Cam was still missing; her brother and Brett both still dead. But her course was clear. Find this creature called Night and get revenge for the pain it had caused.
Her ears twitched as the rustle of waking vampires disturbed the blanket of silence that hung over the residential level of the Sanctuary. Bee came up the stairs from the training rooms, her blood song of rain on metal giving her away. Mina shifted onto her back and peered at the ceiling. Bee wouldn't like her plan. A tromping of boots followed Bee, i
