Linda Thomas-Sundstrom - Immortal Redeemed

He contemplated that rose tattoo on her arm.

If given more time, he could have discovered if the thing he sought lay curled up inside her.

Police cars were arriving at the curb to assess the situation in McKenna’s apartment. Since his presence was no longer wanted or necessary, Kellan climbed on the bike and took off, heading down the long block and around a corner, where he stopped to search the shadows with his highly defined senses.

The vampire that had hurt McKenna had landed and run, leaving in its wake a stomach-curdling mixture of odors: dried blood, dirt and the faint scent of lavender, picked up from its brush with McKenna’s things.

Broken window glass couldn’t have harmed this vampire. Vamps didn’t bleed. Their ability to heal miraculously when injured was another one of death’s creepy little bonuses.

This bloodsucker had been brazen, as most fledglings were. Hunger ruled them. Nothing else mattered but their need to feed. They weren’t aware of the fact that one mistake on their end could create another bloodsucker, and so on. All it took to make a nest of them was a couple of drops of undead blood on a mortal tongue.

Or maybe they did know this.

As always, if the shadows were allowed to spread unchecked, mortals would soon become outnumbered and overpowered by the dark side. Not many people believed in the existence of monsters. They made excuses for the injuries and horrific deaths around their cities, failing to recognize the real danger until it was too late, if ever.

Fact was, it took a monster to find a monster.

“And it just so happens that I’m your guy.”

Once he’d tuned in to the vamp’s frequency, Kellan saw the atmosphere shift with a phosphorescent green glow. Anything moving with unnatural speed left a similar residual imprint in the air. Kellan supposed that he did, as well.

“Got you.”

On foot, he followed the trail between buildings and into a narrow alley lit only by a small shaft of moonlight.

Carefully scanning the walls above him, Kellan called out a taunt, knowing he’d be heard. “Wouldn’t you prefer to pick on somebody your own size for a change?”

There was a hissing sound, followed by the clatter of a can. Kellan perceived three vampires hiding out in this area. Obviously, none of them were willing to show themselves. Seemed that his reputation had preceded him and that these suckers were at least aware of the extraordinary strength he possessed.

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