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stopped, his hands extending before her as if to warn himself away from such intimate contact. Wise move. She didn’t need the physical empathy. She needed real answers. Right now.
    â€œAs long as the tracker is homed on to you, it will send out vibrations to any creature nearby and alert them to you. And, as I understand it, they will know about your heart.”
    â€œVibrations? The vampire said something about the vibes leading him to me.”
    Bron scrubbed a hand over the back of his head. “I suspect the harpies were lured by the same vibrations. It’s to do with universal vibrations. No time to explain it. Right now I’ve got to get you to a safe place. Away from...here.”
    Kizzy planted her feet and gripped the camera-bag straps at her chest. “How am I going to protect myself from you?”
    â€œI won’t harm you. Promise.”
    â€œI don’t know if your word is good.”
    â€œNo, you don’t. You’ve a choice, Kisanthra.”
    â€œPlease, it’s Kizzy.” She shook now, nerves making her wish she wore a jacket to stave off the shivers. And it was a warm September evening!
    â€œYou’ve got two choices, and you’d better be quick about your decision.” He held out his hand for her to grasp. “Come with me. Or take your chances with the four vampires heading our way right now.”
    She twisted at the hip to look over her shoulder. Down the alleyway the silhouettes of four men raced toward her. Mercy. She’d always been a fan of Buffy and Spike. (Nope, not an Angel girl.) None of the creeps barreling toward her looked like the sexy British vampire who had stolen the slayer’s heart.
    Yikes. One of those things wanted to rip out her heart? Kizzy turned and slapped her hand into Bron’s. “Let’s get out of here.”

Chapter 4
    â€œI ’m sorry,” Bron offered as he headed down the highway away from the vampires, who could run fast but not faster than the seventy miles per hour he currently drove. He was surprised to find so many vamps in a town of this size. On the other hand, they could be a tribe. “I haven’t had the opportunity to handle this correctly.”
    â€œThis?” Kizzy asked with as much disbelief as he would expect after everything she’d experienced in the past few crazy hours. “What is this exactly? Show me that tracker thing again.”
    He dug the tracker from his pocket, and before he could hand it to her, it flew from his grip and landed on her chest.
    â€œSeriously? This is getting ridiculous.” She peeled it off and studied it. “What’s it made of?”
    â€œCrystal.”
    â€œAnd you said it was bespelled? Does that mean a witch did something to it?”
    â€œYes,” he answered, because he wasn’t good at lying. And some humans could handle the truth. And he trusted those who could. But that didn’t mean he was going to spill every explicit detail. Need to know. And she didn’t need to know much.
    â€œAnd this thing is supposed to lead you to the Purgatory Heart,” she said, working it out as she turned the tracker over in her hands. “And since it’s landed over my chest, I assume that means it’s my heart?”
    â€œThe spells from the Crafts and Hexes department have never led me wrong before.”
    â€œCrafts and Hexes? What is this place you work for?”
    He navigated the truck around a tight country curve. His jaw remained as tight as the curve.
    â€œAll right, no answer for that one,” she said. “Will you at least tell me what’s a Purgatory Heart?”
    â€œCan I explain when we stop?”
    â€œWhen are we going to stop? Where are you taking me?” She scanned the darkness that swept by the vehicle. The ditches had been freshly mowed, and the scent of grass carried in over the gasoline fumes and her distractingly alluring perfume. “I need some answers, and I