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the gate is.”

As she turned toward the stairs that led to the apartment, she saw

Dante sitting very still, obviously deep in thought.

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Meg hefted the duffel bag in one hand. It was heavy, but nothing

she couldn’t handle

. Her heart was racing as Dante slammed his door

shut and turned on his halogen flashlight. Her boots crunched the

gravel beneath her feet as they quietly made their way to the door of

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the warehouse. The air was cool around her, and she pulled her

sweater closer.

Dante went first, pushing the heavy door aside and holding it open

for her. He held his free hand out. “Let me carry that for you, Meg.

Come on, it’s my last chance to be a gentleman.”

Holding the bag out, she allowed Dante to take it. She took the

flashlight. He slung the bag over his shoulder and followed her into

the darkened recesses of the warehouse. It was very different from

when they visited earlier in the afternoon. There was a gloom over the

whole place that seemed very foreboding. Meg took a deep breath and

had to force herself to continue moving forward.

“Wow, I really don’t like this place,” Dante said.

She looked back at him. His face was pinched and tight with fear.

She sympathized. If she didn’t have to be here, she would probably be

running right now. “Dante, I’ll be fine. You don’t have to come in

with me. I can make it on my own.”

His eyes narrowed, and even in the shadows, she could see she’d

pissed him off. “Just lead the way, sister. I might not be a vampire,

but I can handle it.”