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I stared at him for a few seconds, mouth opened, then closed it, and tried to think what to say. “Thanks for telling me, Edward. Shit. You should have told me this up front.”

“I was hoping he could hold his act together, but I saw him tonight, too. I’m worried that he’ll snap. I just don’t want you to be the one in the way when it happens.”

“Send him back to wherever he came from, Edward. We don’t need him if he adds to the problem.”

He shook his head. “No, he’s got a specialty that’s perfect for this case.”

“And that specialty would be?”

He gave that small smile. “Go to bed, Anita. It’s already dawn.”

“No,” I said, “almost, but not quite.”

He studied my face. “You can really feel the sunrise without looking?”

I nodded. “Yep.”

He looked at me, and it was as if he were trying to read me now. For the first time I felt that maybe, just maybe, Edward was as puzzled by me as I was by him, sometimes. He escorted me to my room and left me at the door like an overprotective date.

I was glad I’d prepared the room for safety before I left. If someone came through the window, they’d knock the dolls over or step on the mirror with its antlers. The door would have a chair and the suitcase in front of it. The room was as safe as it was going to get. I undressed, putting the guns and knives on the bed until I could decide exactly what was staying where for overnight. A man’s extra large T-shirt that hung past my knees came out of the overnight bag. I’d started keeping one change of clothes, nightclothes, and toiletries in the overnight bag ever since the airline lost my luggage on a business trip. The last thing I pulled out of the overnight bag was my toy penguin Sigmund. I used to only sleep with Sigmund every so often, but lately, he’d been my constant companion under the sheets. A girl needs something to cuddle with at night.

The Browning Hi-Power was my other constant companion. At home it stayed in a holster I’d rigged to my headboard. Here I put it under my pillow, making very sure the safety was on. It always made me slightly nervous to put a loaded gun under my pillow. Seemed less than safe, but not nearly as unsafe as being unarmed if Olaf came through the door. I had brought four knives with me. One of them went between the mattresses. I put the Firestar back into the suitcase. I wanted something bigger than a handgun. I had a sawed-off shotgun and a mini-Uzi. Normally, I’d have brought more big guns, but I knew Edward would have more and better, and he would share. I finally decided on the mini-Uzi with a modified clip that held thirty rounds with enough oomph to cut a vampire in half. It was a gift from Edward so the ammo was probably illegal, but then so was the gun. I’d been almost embarrassed about carrying it at first, but one night last August I used it for real. I’d pointed it at a vampire, pulled the trigger, and cut him in half. It had looked like his body was torn in half by some giant hand. His upper body had fallen slowly to one side. His lower body collapsed to its knees. I still had the vision of it like a slow motion image. There was no horror or regret. It was just a memory. The vampire had come with a hundred of his friends to kill us. I’d tried to kill one of them as messily as possible to get the rest to leave us alone. It hadn’t worked, but that was only because the vampires were more afraid of their Master of the City than of me.

Maybe the Uzi was overkill for a human being, but if by some chance I emptied the Browning into Olaf’s chest and he didn’t go down, I wanted to make sure he didn’t reach me. I’d cut him in half and see if the pieces could crawl.

28

IT WAS AFTER FIVE when I finally closed my eyes. Sleep sucked me under like a roll of black water, dragging me deep, and instantly into a dream. I stood in a dark place. There were small stunted trees everywhere, but they were dead. All the trees were dead. I could feel it.

Something crashed over to my right, something large moving through