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the forest and the ground below.
     
Oh, God… morning .
     
Daylight growing brighter by the minute.
     
And no sign of Andreas’s light anywhere.
     
Claire’s breath misted the glass as she peered down from the window at the lifeless stretch of grass, pavement, and pines outside. Had he left while she’d slept? Was he gone now?
     
Was he dead?
     
After what she’d witnessed him do last night, she wasn’t sure why the thought should put such a knot of dread in her breast. But before Claire could tell herself that she should be damned grateful just to have survived the night herself, she was already on the stairs, descending swiftly through the heart of the manor house. She freed the locks on the front door and eased it open, pulling one of the guards’ coats off a stand in the foyer and wrapping it around her shoulders to ward off the wet chill as she stepped outside.
     
The striking quiet hit her first. No sound at all other than the intermittent patter of a light rain. It was so peaceful and still, she might have been tempted to think last night had just been a horrible dream. But then the pungent stink of extinguished fires carried across the grounds.
     
It had all been real, worse than the stuff of nightmares. Her nose burned with the acrid reminder of the violence she’d witnessed.
     
Claire drifted across the grass, bypassing the long drive to avoid the carnage of her vanguard. She didn’t want to see what the fires had done to the Breed males who’d been killed last night, nor did she want to know how quickly the rising sun would consume whatever might remain of them. It was that thought—the understanding of what prolonged ultraviolet exposure did to the hypersensitive skin of the Breed—that pushed Claire deeper into the forest.
     
Toward the place where she’d last known Andreas to be.
     
It was difficult to tell where the fog ended and the trailing smoke from burnt trees and scorched ground began. Everything seemed cloaked in heavy gray mist. Her skindampening with each step she took, Claire watched her feet move through the low-lying fog, following a blackened trail that led some long distance into the woods. The quiet reached out to her as she moved past singed bramble that clawed at her like skeletal fingers of the dead. The stench of old smoke and burnt vegetation grew stronger here, catching in the back of her throat.
     
And yet another sharp odor—not that of cold, extinguished flames, or even the electrical tang that had been rolling off Andreas’s body last night. But there was something else in the air. Fresh, rising heat. The sickly sweet olfactory assault of burning flesh.
     
Oh, no .
     
She took a few anxious steps, faltering a bit as the earth dropped sharply, about a foot below her. The hole where the old tree root had been, she dimly registered. The hole that became a crater when Andreas blew her hiding place to bits in his rage.
     
It was at this spot in the woods that he’d lingered last night. He hadn’t followed her at all. And he hadn’t left before the sun began to rise.
     
He was still here.
     
Claire cautiously approached the large, dark shape huddled ahead of her on the fog-threaded ground. He wasn’t moving, hardly breathing. The fire that had been burning around him and within him was gone now. His clothes were scorched and torn. His skin sizzled under the hazy rays of the sun, already forming blisters everywhere that he was exposed.
     
He didn’t look so dangerous like this. He wasn’t the monster she’d met out here in the dark; he was just a man now. A man made deathly vulnerable by the part of him that was something more than human.
     
Like this, it wasn’t difficult at all to remember that she had once loved him like no other. It surprised her how easily the pain of their abrupt parting came back to her, as well.
     
Those days were long past, but no matter what she felt for him then or now, she could not let him suffer. She would not abandon him to the sun, no matter