Vanished

She stepped back from him, and despite the darkness, the determined gleam in her eyes shone at him. He actually itched to touch her again. A humming sense of intensity built inside him, roaring like a fire just catching the tinder. He hadn’t felt that particular warmth in more years than he cared to count and wasn’t at all grateful to be feeling it now.

“I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t try to capture a demon. But I can follow one.”

“To what end?”

“Finding my sister, of course. What else?”

“You’ve no idea if she’s being held by a demon or not.”

“I’m out of options, Rogan,” she muttered, turning her gaze from him, back to the shadows that edged the riverside. A moment later Alison lifted one hand and pointed. “There! There it is again. Do you see it?”

“Aye. I see it.” It amazed him to know that she could see that faint wash of pale purple and red twisting in the night wind. But clearly she could. There was more to Alison Blair than he might have thought. And the danger of that was all too clear to him.

If he didn’t step in, keep her from following whatever demon was haunting the shadows of Westport, Alison would do it herself.

She was willing to risk her life to find her sister.

And as a Guardian, he was duty bound to protect her.

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