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the last three centuries. "I have been tracking the Rogue with very little luck, Father. You know of my great skill, but this vampire's mind is like none other I have encountered. His brain is completely fried, and the only thing I'm getting from him are the images of his victims, but only a couple of days before he drains them. There is a human detective working the case, and I have only visited his dreams to implant the images of the victims in his mind. He has more information on the human population than I do, Father. Without names, I am at a loss. He is my source for names."
    "Have you let this human see you, hear your voice?" he asked sternly.
    Well, she had in his dreams, but the guy was convinced that his dreams weren't real so what did that matter? "No. He knows nothing of our kind, Father." That wasn't a lie; he didn't have a clue what she was.
    He turned and looked at her Mother and she nodded. She could tell if anyone was lying, and Ciera hadn't had to. Mitch didn't know anything about vampires…yet. "Very well, I know you are aware of the laws. You are one of my best pupils, and I would absolutely hate to see the Elders strike you down for foolishness."
    She nodded once. "I am aware of the laws, Father."
    "You may go," he said.
    Ciera turned on her heel and walked out of the conference room.
    Dane caught up with her. She knew he would. Like her Mother and Father, Dane wasn't really her brother. Every vampire that had the same task as her was known as a Brother or Sister. One big happy family. Dane had been trying to get beneath her flat sheet for some time now, over a century really, but she didn't see him that way. He was fun to hang around with, and one time she had even found out what an excellent kisser he was, but she really didn't want anything intimate with the vampire. She hadn't ever wanted anything intimate with anyone… until now. Being celibate all these many centuries was how she did her task so well. Thoughts of desire and passion would only cloud the senses, and she couldn't afford to let the enemy win because her head was filled with kisses and love.
    She had been taken from her true family by a Rogue more than three centuries ago, and had been only twenty-five years of age and unmarried. It was very unusual back then, to be of that late age and still be un-betrothed, but Ciera hadn't been interested in any of her suitors, and she simply would not marry someone she wasn't in love with. It wasn't too long before the men stopped knocking on her father's door altogether. They wanted young girls, so it would seem as if she was to become an old maid, and for some reason she found that comforting. Little did they know how old, of an old maid, she would become.
    She had no thoughts of intimacy over the long years, and she concentrated on the tasks in front of her instead of dwelling on being held tightly in the embrace of two strong arms. Well, that statement had applied up until four weeks ago. She had thought about nothing else really in the last month, but there was only one man she thought about doing those particular things with, and it was forbidden for him to know about her.
    "Ciera!" Dane said, and she blinked a few times before focusing in on him.
    "I'm sorry, what?"
    "Where is your head? Up your ass?" he asked her, and she smiled because she remembered that floozy little blond at the police department saying the same thing to Mitch a little earlier.
    "I was only trying to come up with another method to track the Rogue, Dane. You need something?" She threw Mitch's line at him, but it didn't have the same effect that it had on the blond bombshell, Gracie.
    He walked a little closer to her, and laid his hand on her cheek. She backed up a little, and he followed her move with his. "I love you, Ciera. You know how much I want us to be together. Why do you ignore me as if I am nothing more than human?"
    If he only knew how she didn't ignore humans anymore. She shook her head and backed away from