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This can’t be good. Alessandro sat, absently petting Kibs as the cat waded onto his lap.

Errata went on. “Let’s begin with the basics. There’s no argument that humans and the human economy have the upper hand. Those in favor of integration say we should live, work, and pay taxes just like everybody else. They say we have to fit in and earn the trust of human law makers, and that means following a strict code of peaceful behavior.”

“That illustrates the whole problem with this new integration philosophy.” The vampire’s retort was so sharp, Kibs’s ears went back. “The laws of my people are not democratic. The strongest predators rule. We are not ‘everybody else.’ We are the nosferatu.”

“All right!” said Errata, nearly purring at the prospect of an on-air dust-up. “I think we know where our guest stands. Now how about our listeners? The phone lines are open. The question of the night: should we be monsters or model citizens?”

Alessandro sighed. Should I call in and state the obvious? Humans might be a food group, but they were by no means helpless. The invention of the computer and its many databases had made the whole swirl-the-cape-and-scuttle-off-to-the-next-village method of hiding a joke. Even if you could afford to change your identity every time the Van Helsing brigade got busy, reinventing yourself wasn’t as easy as the movies made it appear.

“I’d like to add something, Errata,” said George de Winter, sounding almost reasonable now. “Many people believe the nonhuman separatists are just dinosaurs unwilling to relinquish their glory days.”

Yeah, that’s about right. Alessandro leaned on the arm of the couch, propping up his head. And while you win your point, you’ll frighten the human majority into staking us all in our beds. Maybe it was time to remind Clan Albion to keep their heads down and their mouths shut. They seemed to need it about once a year.

De Winter continued. “I don’t think it’s a secret the humans don’t want us here. We don’t have equal rights. We pay taxes, but we can’t vote. We aren’t tried by a jury of our peers, but are subject to summary execution. I could go on, but simply put we’re second-class citizens. We want that to end.”

“By civil disobedience?” Errata asked.

“Rebels are simply oppressed individuals demanding their rights.”

De Winters had a valid point, but the chill in the vampire’s voice was Worse than a snarl. Kibs jumped to the floor with a heavy thud and waddled under the couch to hide. His own instincts roused, Alessandro inched to the edge of his seat.

A knock came at the study door. Alessandro jumped, so absorbed in the radio he hadn’t heard anyone come in. He looked up to see Holly open the door a few feet and peer in. “You busy?” she asked.

At the exhausted look on her face, he reached over and turned off the radio. “Not at all. I thought you were going to call for a ride. Are you done studying for tonight?”

“Yeah.”

She crossed the room, her fuzzy slippers silent on the carpet. Sinking onto the old sofa, she curled her feet up beside her and leaned against his shoulder. The warm weight of her body, the scent of her skin, was intoxicating. The scent of the night air clung in her hair, as if she’d just come in from outside. He circled her shoulder with his arm, the soft fuzz of her hoodie tickling his fingers. She closed her eyes.

“Why don’t you just go to bed?” he asked, amused. “You were up early.”

“I will in a minute. I just wanted to be here with you a while. I’m tired, but my brain won’t slow down. It’s all spazzed out like a werepuppy digging holes.” She tilted her face up to his. Her green eyes looked a little glazed.

“When’s your first exam again?”

She rested her head on his arm. “A week from tomorrow. Today. What time is it?”

“It’s only just after ten.”

She yawned. “Tomorrow, then. Crumb. I shouldn’t have taken a full course load. I should have eased into it.”

He hugged her closer. He was no scholar and there was nothing else he could do to help. “Just remember you’ve got eternity to finish the degree.”

He felt her silent chuckle. “You mean I can’t even die to get out of my exams?”

“Sorry, you’re stuck.”

Few witches were immortal; it took good genes and an ability to handle huge amounts of power. Holly had both. She had also been able to turn myth into reality by Choosing Alessandro. For the first time since he was Turned, he could love without addicting his partner to the venom of his bite. She had given him a gift beyond any price.

Holly curled under his arm like a rescued waif. It was only at times like these that she allowed him to be utterly in charge, as protective and possessive as he wanted to be. They both surrendered sometimes, and that made the balance between them not only possible, but perfect.

The fire had nearly died out, leaving only a smear of glowing embers and the light of a single floor lamp. Holly’s eyes had drifted closed again, her lips parting as she collapsed against his side. Alessandro felt a moment of pure peace.

At last, Holly blinked, licking her lips before she spoke. “I heard the radio when I walked in. What were you listening to?”

“CSUP. The debate over living in peace or terrorizing the humans.”

“Oh, brother.” Her voice held the same dismay that was lodged in his chest.

He kissed the top of her head, wishing he knew the right thing to say. Any politics could prove explosive; nonhuman debates could get uglier than most.

Holly was silent for a long moment, her fingers tight on his arm. “I wasn’t exactly studying tonight.”

He looked down on her in surprise. “No?”

She gave her head a tiny shake. “There’s too much going on. I can’t concentrate. I keep worrying about the door to the Castle.”

He shifted his head to look down at her. “I’ve already called the wolves to help with guard duty. They won’t wander off like the hellhounds.”

“Good, because I went and looked at the doorway tonight. Not a hound in sight. I don’t know what Lore’s doing, but he’s not keeping his guard under control.”

He felt his jaw drift open. “You went yourself? Into that neighborhood?”

“Hey, I can blast a hole to an interdimensional prison. I can handle a mugger.” She sounded annoyed.

With an act of will, he let the point go and moved on. “What made you go look?”

“I saw Mac today.”

“What?” He stiffened, and the sudden tension made her sit up.

She pushed her long, dark hair out of her eyes. “I ran into him at the university. Rather, he was looking for me. He said he walked right out the Castle door. No one stopped him.”

Alessandro swore. How dare he set foot in my town yet again! “What did he want?”

Holly was watching him, her gaze on his face. “Help. Something in the Castle gave him back at least part of his demon powers. He’s not happy about the implications.”

Neither am I. Alessandro gripped the arm of the sofa hard enough the wood squeaked. “I thought the Castle was supposed to tamp down magic powers.”

“Well, it’s not working for him. I spent the evening researching. I can’t find anything that sheds light on what’s happening.”

Alessandro tried for a reasonable tone. “I suppose it would do no good to tell you to stay away from Mac. After all, I was trying to execute him just last night.”

She looked away. “Yeah, well, I... uh. I know we talked about what would happen if you found him, but he seemed okay. I mean ... I have to help him, right? He didn’t ask for any of this.”

“You don’t have to do a damned thing.” He looked at her squarely. “He could Turn at any moment. He’s dangerous.”