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And finally, finally, I knew.

Obviously, I wasn’t the only one who knew about the trails.

The fog was what the vampires left behind. If I followedone, I would track the vampire who left it until dawn arrived. The tracksdisappeared in the sun.

I was a bloodhunter.

And that was why I saw the trails.

Deep in my soul, there came a sigh of relief, and a whisperdrifted through my mind.“Finally…”

I lifted my chin. Shane Copas might look down on me and myinexperience, but not evenhewas a bloodhunter. I don’t know how I knewthat, but I did. He didn’t see the trails. If I ever met another of my kind, Iwould recognize him or her.

I smiled, my pain and weariness and fear temporarily buriedbeneath the wonder.

Bloodhunter.

I stood. “Captain Crawford, I’m going to use the restroom,and I’d like you to bring someone in to look over my injuries.”

He opened his mouth, but said nothing. And he had the graceto look ashamed. He nodded.

“After that,” I continued, “We can sit down someplace alittle more comfortable and a little more private, and you can tell me what youneed from me. Okay?” I waited.

He nodded, and gave me a tiny smile. “Okay, Ms. Sinclair.”

He led me from the room, his grip gentle on my arm. “I wantto see my supernaturals,” I told him, as we walked down the hall. “Have they called?”

He hooted, drawing several surprised looks from the copswalking by us. “They’ve been here since we brought you in. They’ve threatenedto tear the building apart to find you. We had to arrest Stark for punching anofficer in the face. That man has got to start controlling his temper before hegets into real trouble.” He glanced at me. “After you use the facilities, I’llbring them back so you can show them that you’re not being tortured. That goodenough, Ms. Sinclair?”

With a lighter heart and a little more hope, I grinned athim. “Please. Call me Trinity.”

They hadn’t abandoned me, despite the trouble I’d surelybrought not only to them, but to the city. They hadn’t left me in the clutchesof the human police and gone home to Bay Town as though what happened to medidn’t concern them.

They hadn’t abandoned me, despite the fact that I deservedit.

I was one of them, and they would not desert me.

I was a bloodhunter.

And I was a supernatural.

Chapter Sixteen

Things were different from that moment on, because the captainwanted something from me.

“I met a bloodhunter once before,” he told me, as a nursepatched me up. “She became a good friend.”

“Where is she now?” I asked. “I’d like to meet another personlike me.”

He looked away. “She’s dead.”

“Oh,” I said, then flinched when the nurse squeezed myshoulder. She grasped my wrist and lifted my arm. “It’s moving more freelynow,” she noted.

I nodded. “It doesn’t hurt as much.” And that was a hugerelief.

“You should be in the emergency department.” She threw afrown the captain’s way.

“I’m okay,” I told her. “Are we finished here? I really needto see my friends.”