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think you’ve got time now. The vampires are no longer on our tails. So spill.”
    He noticed her holding the tracker with one hand and positioning her camera to snap a shot.
    â€œDo you have to take a picture of everything?”
    â€œYes. It’s my job. I have a blog that yields millions of hits a year, and I publish pictures of—”
    â€œVampires?”
    â€œNo. Yes. Well. My pictures capture the idea of the paranormal.”
    He shot her a raised brow.
    â€œThey are convincing, but I’ve never actually met a real vampire. Until tonight. Do you know how I’ve longed to capture the paranormal on film? I think I got the harpies, but I didn’t have a chance to get the vampire. Vampires!” She chuckled. “I actually just said that. What a crazy night. I think I need vodka. There’s a dive bar in the next town. We should stop there.”
    â€œIt would be wise if you could retain all of your senses. At least until I can be assured no one else is after you.”
    â€œSpoilsport. Just as well. I’m a teetotaler. My drinking is like my photography—it’s more of an idea than the real thing.” She tapped the crystal with a fingernail, and it produced a crisp ting . “You said this tracker thing sends out vibrations?”
    â€œYes. I’ve been told it somehow communicates with the item—that being the Purgatory Heart—and sends out vibrations. Or maybe it’s the heart that sends the vibrations. Not positive on that one. Unfortunately, any paranormal within range of those otherworldly vibrations will also feel them. If they’ve an interest in obtaining the heart, or even not—they may simply be curious—it will bring them round.”
    â€œWhat is it about my heart?” She clutched her T-shirt, then shook her head. “No, wait. Let’s do it your way for now. Let’s put some distance between whatever is after us and find a place to rest. I’m so tired. And hungry. There’s a town about ten miles ahead. Basically a truck stop with a diner.”
    â€œAnd a dive bar?”
    â€œI was kidding about the drink. Unless you want one?”
    He shook his head.
    â€œCan we stop at the truck stop?”
    Her eyes pleaded, and Bron felt a twinge in his chest that he’d not felt in a long time. Compassion? Or perhaps just hunger. He hadn’t eaten and was hungry. Had to be hunger.
    A human woman sat beside him. She was not a part of the mission. The heart wasn’t supposed to be beating. Nor was it supposed to be inside the chest of a pretty woman who had an insatiable curiosity for the paranormal realm and—that damned camera. She couldn’t be allowed to have such damning photographs of anything from the paranormal realm. Would she post them online? A million hits? That was something he must not risk.
    â€œYes, something to eat,” he muttered. “And a room for the night.”
    â€œYou honestly don’t think it’s safe for me to return to Thief River Falls?”
    â€œDo you?”
    She considered it a few seconds, drawing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms about them as she shook her head. “No.”
    He’d rent a room. She could sleep. And he could make sure all the photos she had taken were erased.
    * * *
    The truck stop sat before a small motel featuring fewer than ten rooms in the back lot near a sunflower field. The decor sported dark wood paneling and pine furniture with rough-cut carvings of grizzly bears on the headboards and the chair arms. Red-and-yellow plaid curtains matched the bedspreads. Kitschy country. Bron had seen the inside of enough motel rooms and hotels not to care anymore. As long as the bed was halfway comfortable and there was running water, he was satisfied.
    Kisanthra had made a beeline to the bathroom as they entered the room, calling out that she wanted to freshen up and that might take a while so not to worry about