His wing hum increased as he hovered right before my nose. “I mean it. Don’t move.”

  “Okay!” I said, leaning against the car, and he darted over the edge of the bridge.

  Sighing, I turned to the insistent beeping of the last car being towed off. Most of the news crews had left with the recovering spell victims, and it was beginning to thin out. A man in a trendy black suit drew my attention, up to now hidden behind the Toyota being carted out, and I frowned as he looked at his phone, fingers tapping. It wasn’t his dress, and it wasn’t his haircut—both trendy and unique—it was his grace. Living vampire? Since when do they like the gadgety toys?

  A distant pop across the bridge sounded, and the man looked up, his eyes scanning until they fastened on mine.

  A chill dropped through me as I took in his blond hair shifting in the wind, the grace with which he tucked it behind an ear, the knowing, sly smile he wore as he looked me up and down. Suddenly I felt alone. “Jenks!” I hissed, knowing he was probably within earshot. This guy wasn’t FIB, and he definitely wasn’t I.S., even if he was a living vampire. The suit said he had clout, and confidence almost oozed from him. “Jenks!”

  Putting his attention back on his phone, the man hit a few more keys, slipped the phone in a pocket, turned, and walked away. In three seconds, he was gone.

  “Jenks!” I shouted, and the pixy darted up, his dust an irate green.

  “Good God, Rache, give me a chance to shake it, huh?”

  My hands on the warm car burned, and I curled my fingers as I scanned the crowd. Slowly my pulse slowed. “Are you sure my aura is okay?” I asked out of the blue.

  Hands on his hips in his best Peter Pan poise, he said, “You called me back about that?”

  “I think it might be linked to the misfires,” I said truthfully, and he looked askance at me.

  “Yeah, but you were nowhere near any of the other ones. It wasn’t you, Rache.”

  “I suppose.” Heart pounding, I leaned back against the car, arms wrapped around my middle. I couldn’t tell Jenks I had been spooked by a vampire, not under the noon sun, and not by a living one. He’d laugh his ass off.

  But as we waited for Ivy to return with good news about my car, I shivered, unable to look away from the crowd and a possible glimpse of that figure in black.

  He’d looked like Kisten.

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