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locate them easier when a sound high on the wall caught his attention.
    “There,” he said.
    Dartan lifted the gun. A quiet pop sounded and a second later, the goblin fell toward the ground. Aleric caught it before it could hit the pavement. Its legs twitched and he held it away from his face.
    “Here, you shot it,” he told Dartan.
    “I can’t take it. I’m the sharpshooter,” Dartan replied.
    Aleric sighed. “You really have to stop saying that.”
    Dartan glanced at him. “It’s better than being the bloodsucker.”
    Guilt filled Aleric. “You don’t have to be ashamed of what you are. I know that was a minor hiccup back at the hospital. You just didn’t have control.”
    “Yeah?” Dartan replied. He sighted down the gun. “I have control now.” He pulled the trigger.
    Aleric glanced back in time to see another goblin falling. He set the first one down and caught the second.
    “I’d appreciate a little warning before you— seriously?” Aleric growled. He dove to catch the third goblin and just managed to snatch it up before it hit the ground. He set the two creatures by the first and glared at Dartan. “Give me the gun.”
    “Nope,” Dartan replied. He pushed another dart into the chamber and squeezed the trigger. Another goblin fell.
    Aleric swore under his breath and caught the fourth. One of the spider-like claws stabbed the meaty part of his hand.
    “That hurt,” he muttered, setting the goblin beside the others. He put the hand to his mouth and sucked on the small cut.
    “Watch out for those claws, they’re sharp,” Dartan suggested. He shot, loaded, and shot again.
    Amazed that the vampire could move so quickly, Aleric was hard-pressed to catch them.
    “It’s my turn to shoot,” Aleric said. “You catch.”
    Dartan handed him the gun.
    Surprised the vampire had given in so easily, Aleric looked for more goblins.
    “They’re all gone, aren’t they?” he asked dryly.
    Dartan shrugged. “Seems like it, but if you see one, I’d recommend shooting it.”
    Aleric let out a breath in a hiss and handed Dartan back the gun. The vampire shoved it behind his waistband and turned his attention to the goblins.
    “I didn’t think there would be so many,” he said, his voice somber.
    Aleric nodded. “This is an outbreak. We need to know where they’re coming from.”
    “They could have come through the Rift when the banshee was in the hospital,” Dartan replied. “Maybe they’ve just been hiding out.”
    “It’s possible, but why surface now instead of right away?” Aleric asked. “You said there was a way to reach Daylen and Elianna, right?”
    Dartan nodded. “We’ll be able to ask them to open the Rift so we can send the goblins to Blays.” He bent and picked up the first two. He made a face. “These guys are disgusting.”
    “Try catching them after a twenty foot fall,” Aleric replied, picking up two more. They set the goblins in the back seat of the car and returned to the alley.
    Aleric reached for the last two and rose to see Dartan studying the alley walls.
    “Why here?” the vampire asked.
    “Why not?” Aleric replied.
    Dartan shook his head. “I don’t know. From what I can remember about goblins, they’re solitary creatures.”
    The thought struck Aleric. “You know, you’re right.” He handed Dartan the goblins. “Hold these a second.”
    “I really don’t want them,” Dartan replied.
    Aleric walked past him without speaking.
    “Aleric, I don’t want to hold your goblins,” Dartan said.
    “Then put—” A chill ran through Aleric. He took another step and paused.
    Dartan came up behind him. “Is that what I think it is?” he asked quietly.
    Aleric nodded. He reached out a hand and touched the mark on the wall. Cold ran up his fingers when he traced the six-fingered handprint that had been stamped into the bricks. The handprint glowed faintly with a blue light.
    “The mark of the Archdemon,” Aleric said, his words just above a