When they returned to the dining room, Galen was pacing while Ian watched. “If we’re going to find Walker and Trace,” Galen said, “it will take all of us, not just you and me.”
Marc set the platter down on the table before retaking his seat, frowning when Ian replied to Galen, “I don’t see why. You have the ability to sense supernaturals—”
“I told you, that’s all I can do. If I was close to either of them, I still wouldn’t know what they were—or who. I’m not even certain I can sense an elf, since you’re always in human form.”
“So are vampires. All right. Never mind. They are who you’re programmed to hunt so of course you know when one’s around.”
Galen shot Ian a disgusted look. “Dhampir are not programmed, as you put it. It’s in our genes. No one brainwashes us into doing what we do.”
