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dae. He'll get so pissed yer won't know where tae put yerself. Don't do it, because he will no' take kindly tae it. Understand?”
    I'm struggling to hide my smile at his accent. Glancing at me, he seems pretty darn stressed out that I'm going to do the wrong thing and offend his friends.
    “Dude, chillax already. I'll just smile and flash my boobs and then no one will give a damn what I say to offend them.”
    He slams the brakes, halting us on the narrow drive, his right hand gripping the steering wheel so tight I can see it looks white even in this dim light.
    “Yer gonnae dae whit?”
    “I'm kidding,” I burst out laughing. “Jeez, are you always this tense?”
    He drives to a bunch of other parked vehicles and slows the car to a grinding stop. Shutting the engine off, the night swallows us into a mouth of eerie silence.
    “I'm no' tense, I'm just a natural born worrier. Some of the lads are a bit brusque, ye know? But they mean nae harm.”
    “You're worse than Selene,” I tease, opening my door and getting out of the car, stepping right into a cold shroud of cloud.
    He pops up on his side of the car, looking flustered, “I was supposed tae dae that fer ye!”
    “What are you? Medieval, or just old before your time? It's no biggie for a girl to open her own door.”
    Closing his door with a gruesome slam he moves faster than the billowing fog, reaching me before I can close my door, doing it for me and bleeping the alarm.
    Putting his arm around me he tucks me close for warmth, walking me up a gray slate path to a tall boxed hedge with a gate, “It's a big deal tae me. I dinnae know what the lads are like from yer neck of the world, but around here we have manners.”
    He opens the gate for me as we reach it, letting me step through before him, the sound of voices floating on the fog like disjointed ghouls from a bygone era.
    Closing the gate with an unoiled squeal, his arm slips around me again and the scent of leather and warm man hit me. My heart skips for a second, making me a little breathless. He pauses, changing his position so he's holding my hand instead, trying to look cool probably, but it's a moment that captures my heart in a headlock.
    Standing together on the narrow path we may as well be alone on the road to St Peter, floating on heaven's misty breath, the tall blond man looking so striking when he smiles down at me, his eyes as dark as the moisture slicking the stones under our feet, his smile gentle and kind.
    His chin is so determined and stubborn but his full lips and the dimple next to his mouth soften it into cute, instead of intimidating.
    He catches my chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb under my lip, “Welcome tae Glencoe.”
    It looks like he's about to kiss me but laughter breaks the spell and his hand tightens, turning to the encroaching sound as if readying for some kind of clash.
    The gesture stiffens my veins and floods me with anxiety.
    Turning to look where he stares, a terrible sense of doom bangs my heart. My instincts are never wrong and I know any moment now I'm going to meet someone who will hate me on first sight.
    My inhalation catches, my lungs burn, and as if he knows me his hand tightens, his thumb rubbing up to my wrist in a gesture of comfort and reassurance.
    We take our first step together, side by side, and my vision locks into vampyre, sensing all within and without, the ambush just ahead immediately clear to me.

 
    Chapter 4
     
     
    Ellindt:
     
    Blinking hard to shut down the glow in my eyes, we round the corner in the path and face the voices we heard.
    A big guy wearing a leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt shoves off the wall with his shoulder, narrowing his onyx eyes at us while the smoke from his cigarette caresses his face.
    In an instant I take in the spiky black hair, the width of his shoulders, and his impressive height.
    He looks me over with bold arrogance, “Who's the bonnie lass then?”
    Doug steps to my side, between us, “Roddie,