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Philippe was still in a great deal of shock when he had finally reached home. His heart was pounding in his chest after he realized what he had done.
I had attacked a mortal, he thought. What’s even worse, I would have killed him!
He slowly sat down as he ran his hands through his long, dark, thick hair before his housekeeper came in. He didn’t even realize she was in the room until he looked up. “Charlotte,” he whispered. “Forgive me, I had no idea you were here.”
She held up a pile of clothes before putting it on his bed. “Here’s your clothes,” she said, timidly.
“Thank you. You’re finished for the evening.”
Charlotte nodded and walked away.
Charlotte was a quiet, shy woman who rarely spoke. The reason for that being was because she was self-conscious of the sound of her voice. Her vocal chords had been severely damaged when she was very young: it was a miracle she had been able to speak at all.
Philippe then focused again on what happened earlier when he remembered what was on the mortal’s mind: Why didn’t he just feed from me and get it over with?
Philippe frowned. Why did he get the feeling that the mortal knew more about his kind than he realized?
“Kaitlin, for the last time, I’m fine,” Lucien said in an exasperated tone. “The doctor said it was just a few cracked ribs. As for my nose, it only needed to be bandaged rather than casted—it’s just cracked, not completely broken.”
Kaitlin shuddered. “Well, all things considered, I’d say we’re pretty lucky.” She shook her head. “I thought Mariam was the last. I never dreamed there were others.”
“Neither did I. I should have known differently.”
Kaitlin frowned. “You say that as though you know something. Does it have anything to do with your dreams?”
“Yes. I think it was all a preminition of what happened tonight.”
“What DID happen tonight?”
To their surprise, Jane Brown was standing in the doorway of the hospital waiting room. She looked completely different from the last time Kaitlin and Lucien saw her. Her long blonde hair had been cut short, which suited her bone structure. She had lost a few pounds, but not so much to lose very much of her muscle mass.
“What are you doing here?” Both Kaitlin and Lucien asked in unison.
“All the officers at the local police department were busy, so I was sent down here. From the sounds of it, maybe it was a good thing.”
“How much of our conversation did you hear?” Lucien asked.
Jane gave both Lucien and Kaitlin a knowing look. “Long enough to know that this wasn’t your typical mugging.” She hesitated. “Look, I’ll just tell the chief you guys almost got robbed and got attacked in the process. That wouldn’t be entirely a lie.”
Lucien nodded, relieved to know that Jane would come up with a reasonable explanation. He then gave her the details of the attack.
Jane gave him a quizzical look. “Let me get this straight: he stopped hitting you once he broke your nose? Then he asked what he’s done?”
“Yes.”
“That sounds weird. If he really intended on hurting you guys, I don’t think he would have stopped there?”
Lucien gave her a curious stare. “What do you mean?”
“I think he mistook you for someone else.”
Lucien shuddered, fearing to think of what that could mean as he remembered the evil man in his dreams.
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