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anything to you. Hell, I’ve never even met you before.”
    “Because you’re a travesty against God!”
    “I bet more than half of the cars on this block belong to the half-naked vamps strutting around inside Asylum. So why’d you single out my car?”
    “He told us if we saw you that we should make things difficult for you.” A moment later his cheeks darkened as if he’d just blurted something he wasn’t supposed to.
    The intellect of these guys is astounding. It’s a wonder they know how to tie their own shoes.
    “Who told you?” I asked, forgetting about the threat of the knife for a second as confusion swept through me. Holbrook’s former partner, Johnson, had ties to Humans for Humanity, but he’d disappeared without a trace after escaping from FBI headquarters when I outed him. Was it possible he’d come back to town looking for revenge? I wasn’t sure I could handle the deranged former FBI agent without Holbrook’s help.
    “I don’t have to answer you.”
    “Who told you?” I asked again, daring to take a step forward. The thought of Johnson resurfacing lent fire to my anger, burning through the fear of my would-be assailant’s weapon. “Was it Johnson?”
    A flicker of recognition flared on his face for an instant before the knife came up between us, wielded in a shaking hand. Ignoring the threat of the knife, I reached for him, batting the blade aside with ease. The last time I’d gotten into a fight, I’d been suffering from broken ribs and the after effects of being drugged with wolfsbane. I had no such problems now, and my lips spread into a triumphant smile as the knife fell to the sidewalk with a clatter.
    Grasping Mike by the front of his shirt with both hands, I shook him roughly. “Tell me.”
    Wide eyes regarded me, and for a moment he looked as though he would answer. The scent of his fear filled the air, calling to the wolf with its sour perfume. Since killing Samson, the wolf’s hunger had developed a merciless edge. She seemed to be lingering closer to the surface than before, always there, pressing on my consciousness like a weight. It took a force of will to resist her desire to scare Mike into pissing himself and in my moment of distraction the tables turned.
    Shaking my head to refocus my thoughts, I looked back at my newest fan to find his lips contorted into a vicious smile, his eyes shining with sinister delight. I didn’t have time to wonder what he was grinning at before I heard the whistle of something slicing through the air a second before the bat connected, causing my arm going numb while pain spread across my shoulders.
    I tried to dance out of the way of the bat’s next swing, but my disorientation from the first blow made me a fraction of a second too slow. The bat caught me across the back, making my breath lodge in my throat, bringing shocked tears to my eyes.
    “Hit her again, Jason!” Mike cheered as he collected his knife from the ground and began to dance about in sadistic glee. Now that his buddy was there using me for batting practice, his fear had fled. Funny how the whackos always feel better when the numbers favor their side.
    Gasping for breath that wouldn’t come, I stumbled backwards, staggering into the side of a parked car. Above the sound of my own wheezing breath, I caught the sound of the bat coming at me again and managed to get my good arm up in front of my face just in time. The impact of the bat slamming into my forearm sent pain running up to my shoulder in a fiery path, and when I heard a loud crack I had to wonder if Baseball Cap had broken my arm. Squinting through the pained tears blurring my vision, I was relieved to see that it was the bat that had snapped rather than my arm. Taking advantage of the Idiot Twin’s momentary shock I gave my fingers an experimental wiggle and was glad that they responded to my commands.
    Well, that’s a relief.
    “You bitch!” Baseball Cap snarled. “He told us you’d be