The Darkest Kiss (Riley Jenson Guardian 6)

"Because our killer seems to be going after people who once shared a school year with him. We have no real idea why, other than the fact that the killer disappeared after an altercation with some of the kids in that year."

"And Liander was one of those kids?"

"Yeah, but he didn't have anything to do with the killer or the kids who apparently did him in."

"So the killer is a vampire now?"

I hesitated. "Well, he smells like a vampire, but he's invisible in the daytime and able to walk around in sunlight without harm. And I think he was some sort of shifter before he was turned."

"No vampire is that immune to sunlight - even the very old ones."

"Well, he's not very old, but I chased him out into the street and the bastard didn't burn."

"Then he's not a vampire."

"What is he, then?"

"He could be a dozen different things." He hesitated. "The fact that he becomes ghostlike in the daylight makes me lean toward a bhuta."

"A what?"

"It's a type of vampire that can come about after someone suffers a violent death. They supposedly don't live on blood, but rather intestines and excrement, and they have no physical body in daylight. Only at night."

That description certainly fit what I knew of Young. "They may have no physical body, but they can still pick up things and use them as a weapon in daylight."

He glanced at me. "You've already had an altercation with it?"

"Yeah, it jumped me. I wasn't expecting an invisible vampire." I glanced at the window, noting the location and knowing we were almost there. The knowledge didn't do anything to ease the tension in me. It only increased it. "Do these bhuta die like regular vampires?"

"Only if you catch them at night. They're impossible to kill during the day."

Great. Just great. "God, I hope something hasn't happened to Liander."

Quinn took one hand from the wheel and reached across to squeeze my knee. His hands were warm against my skin, his touch comforting - even if it didn't ease the sick fear sitting like a lump in my stomach.

"Liander's ex-military. He can fight. He'll be okay."

I licked my lips and looked away from the caring in his eyes. Not because I didn't want to see it, but because I was trying to be strong and any sort of understanding and caring right now just might make me cry.

"I'm a guardian," I said softly, "and this thing almost whipped my ass."

"Because you weren't expecting it - "

"Liander mightn't be, either." My one hope was the fact that I did warn him to be careful. Please, please, have been careful, Liander.

Quinn swung into Bangalore Road so fast the tires squealed and the smell of burned rubber briefly invaded the car.

"Be careful of the speed bumps," I said, just a second too late. The car went flying across the first one and came crashing down on its nose.

"Thanks for the warning." Quinn's voice was dry, but he didn't ease the speed perceptibly until we reached the next bump.

God, we were close, so close...part of me wanted to get out and run, to just get there and know. My stomach was tying itself up into knots and sweat was beginning to trickle down my spine. I didn't think I'd ever been this afraid of anything else in my life.

We rounded the corner and Liander's street came into view. "Park over there." I pointed to the parking bays on the right of the road as my gaze traveled down the line of cars there.

Rhoan was already here, and he'd left the car in such a hurry the driver's door was still open and the keys were in the ignition.

Oh God, oh God...