The next morning, I wake up to a cryptic text message from Hunter. He’s waiting for me to pick him up in front of Empire Investments.
Which means Hunter already has results on his reconnaissance work. That’s fast, even for him.
Minutes later, I drive my Porsche toward the entrance to my headquarters. Hunter is there, wearing cargo pants, a black T-shirt, and hefty boots. There’s no missing the dark circles under his eyes. The man hasn’t slept since he landed yesterday.
And if my hunch is right, Hunter has some good information for me.
I pull up onto the curb, careful to stop inches away from Hunter. At the same time, I reach out with my vampire senses. I can feel the blood pumping in nearby humans. I connect to their collective life force and send a message.
I’m not here.
I’m not her
