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same
realization he’d had. “Because, they wanted us to do what we did? Needed us to
for some reason?”
    “That’s my best guess.”
    Miranda chewed on a fingernail. “Do you think they knew we’d
get away? They couldn’t have known I’d kill Jonathan. I never had those sorts
of vampire abilities before.”
    “I don’t know.” He hated to say that again, but he didn’t want
to guess. “They either knew or set that up too, as some kind of a test, or they
were as shocked as we were by all that went down and that we got away.”
    “Test? You mean like to see what we could do if pushed to
the wall?”
    “Exactly. We both started developing new abilities when we
came together and had to deal with all they threw at us.”
    “Or it was not planned, and they’re as freaked out by what
went down as we are.” She sighed, rubbing her eyes.
    “I doubt they wanted us to escape, but we can’t be sure. I’m
fairly confident they didn’t know where we were headed, but wolf-dude showing
up makes me sure they know where we are now.”
    “So, what next?”
    “We keep talking and keep moving. Think about ways we might
be able to block their ability to read our minds. See if you can remember
anything else about vampires and their talents that we could fight or use
against them.”
    “You never finished telling me about vampire hunters.” She
covered a yawn with the back of her hand.
    “I will. In the meantime, you should get some sleep. I’ll
stay up as long as I can.”
    She didn’t argue and pulled the blanket over herself,
snuggling down next to him and closing her eyes.
    He stayed awake as long as he could, until sleep pulled him
under into a place filled with dark dreams where black dogs howled at full
moons and vampires danced, blood spattered, upon altars of stone.
     

Chapter Six
    “I had the strangest dream,” Miranda
said when Oliver woke her, kissing her softly until her eyes opened.
    “You can tell me in the car.” He pulled back the blanket and
swatted her wiggling bottom.
    She pouted, sitting up then coming to her knees on the bed
and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Come back to bed. I’ll make it worth
your while.” She slid her hands down the back of his shorts and pulled him closer,
nibbling his neck.
    “The sun’s already coming up, and you’ve got a wicked case
of morning breath. Let’s hit it after you brush.” As adorable as she was, she
couldn’t distract him from the uneasy feelings he’d had since waking.
    “I can’t believe you said that!” She laughed and chased him
across the room.
    He grabbed their bag and opened the door to their room. “It
got you moving, didn’t it?” He grinned.
    “Ladies don’t get morning breath,” she said, strolling past
him, her nose in the air, an exaggerated sashay in her walk.
    Oliver snorted. “Questionable heritage aside, Darlin’, I
think it’s safe to say you’re no lady.”
    He grinned at her dramatic gasp, but pushed her into the
bathroom before she could say anything. This playful side of Miranda was fun,
but Oliver was antsy and eager to get out of town and as far away from that
wolf-vampire-dude-thing as he could in one day’s driving. Closing the door
behind her, he put his back to the wall and kept watch. Everyone else in the
hostel seemed to be sleeping, and though Oliver saw no one else, he couldn’t
shake his agitation.
    “Come on,” he muttered under his breath, rapping lightly at
the door.
    “Coming,” she said, snatching the door open. “It takes a
while for us non-ladies to get it together in the morning.”
    “I’d have thought it’d be the other way around,” he said as
they head down the hall.
    “Whatever.” She grinned.
    “You starving? If not, I’d like to get out of town, put some
miles on before we stop. You good with that?” He slung the backpack over his
shoulder and unlocked the passenger side door for her.
    “We have the oranges we got yesterday. That should hold me
for a